My First Husband After Transmigration

Chapter 79

She wanted to speak, but couldn't say anything, because she really didn't know what to say. In short, it was all over; she had killed that beautiful woman, the one who had given the most for him.

Li You remained with his back to her, neither turning around nor speaking.

It was late at night, and it was so cold outside; standing for too long would easily make him catch a cold. Yang Nianqing bit her lip, wanting to persuade him to go back and rest, but before she could speak, she found the two of them already standing beside her.

Nangong Xue and Qiu Bailu.

Nangong Xue remained as gentle and melancholic as ever. His handsome face appeared somewhat pale under the lamplight, and his charming smile was gone, replaced by a thin layer of sorrow.

Qiu Bailu remained as aloof as ever, with a faint pride, as if everything that had happened had nothing to do with him. In fact, a faint sneer lingered on his lips. He was a god, and he disdained such emotions.

They all stood quietly, without saying a word.

Li You suddenly turned around.

He didn't look at Nangong Xue and Yang Nianqing, but stared straight at Qiu Bailu: "She doesn't like stepping on flowers."

After a while.

Qiu Bailu said calmly, "I know, you take her there."

Li You nodded: "She really... has nowhere else to go."

From the day she demeaned herself and was expelled from the Jiang family by Old Master Jiang, she had nowhere to go. However, Li You never loved her. Love is truly a strange thing; no matter how much you give, you may not get anything in return, yet you can't say who's wrong.

Is she truly without any regrets?

Nanshan Formation was where they made their bet. She didn't like stepping on flowers, but for the sake of her beloved, she still cruelly stepped on them four times. Now that she is buried there, forever embraced by flowers, it is probably the best resting place for her.

Li You turned around again: "Thank you."

Qiu Bailu did not answer, but turned and left.

Nangong Xue looked at Yang Nianqing with some concern, finally sighed, and left.

"It was my fault for going to see her."

Yang Nianqing was in a daze when she heard this and was taken aback.

The white figure remained with its back to her, hands clasped behind its back, motionless, like a lonely white stone in a cold pool against the backdrop of the boundless night.

"She did not commit suicide."

Upon hearing this, Yang Nianqing breathed a sigh of relief, and the guilt in her heart immediately lessened considerably.

Since he said it wasn't suicide, then it definitely wasn't. But if it wasn't suicide, then it was homicide. Who would kill a woman like that for no reason? He shouldn't have gone to find her… Could it be because of this case again? Because Li You went to her to gather information, the murderer killed her as a warning?

He said it because he didn't want to feel guilty about it, right?

After hesitating for a long time, Yang Nianqing gently tugged at his arm and said worriedly, "You..."

She just wanted to persuade him to go back to his room; it was too cold outside.

However, he interrupted her, saying, "You go back first."

Yang Nianqing remained silent.

He stopped talking.

She was ultimately responsible for her death. If she hadn't said those words, he wouldn't have left with her, and perhaps the murderer wouldn't have succeeded so easily.

Knowing that someone has sacrificed so much for you, and then died tragically for you, how can you remain indifferent even if you have no feelings for her? How can you not be moved? That woman gave up everything for him, and now that she's dead, is he regretting not cherishing her more, not loving her more?

Is it regret, or self-blame?

In the future, will he truly be able to completely let go of it and face another person with equanimity? How long will it take? Months? Years? Or forever?

My heart feels empty.

Yang Nianqing admitted that she was selfish, especially at a time like this. Knowing that he was heartbroken, she shouldn't have these pointless thoughts. But having grown up in a broken family, although she was easygoing, she had never been a generous person, especially when it came to relationships. The constant anxiety and fear of losing family members had made her weary, and she didn't want to live that kind of life of worry and fear of loss anymore.

Suddenly, Yang Nianqing felt a pang of envy for that woman.

Death isn't so scary, is it? Decades later, the living will be old and gray, but death can make everything stay at its most beautiful moment forever.

Rumors circulated that Jiang Yushi was dead, but her beauty would live on forever.

She had given so much for him, including the most precious years of her youth, all wasted in brothels and other places. At least in his heart, he would probably never forget her.

Forever—how beautiful yet terrifying that word is!

Thanks for your concern, friends. I'm thick-skinned, I'm not afraid of being criticized, and I'll continue to create bombshells.

Jinjiang has been nerfing lately, so it's easy for scores to be repeated, but that's okay, I'll delete the extras :)

Volume Four: Selfishness in the Martial World?

Yang Nianqing walked back silently, feeling colder and colder. She didn't know if it was because of the cold weather or her mood, but in the end, she almost lost all feeling in her body, and her steps became extremely heavy and difficult.

Let's go back.

Looking up at the dark night sky, she laughed self-deprecatingly.

I recalled my advice to Tang Kesi not long ago, "There are plenty of fish in the sea." At the time, I felt sorry for her persistence, but I realized how shallow I was. Sometimes, feelings aren't something you can just let go of. Just like that beautiful woman's moth-to-a-flame love, she probably knew all along that Li You didn't love her. She knew that letting go would save her from so much suffering, yet she still chose to disregard everything, persistently giving and waiting, all for that faint glimmer of hope.

Yang Nianqing, however, came from another era and was deeply influenced by that era's education and upbringing. She had witnessed countless breakups and reunions, and was incredibly selfish in matters of the heart. She always expected others to give more, but had no idea how much she would give in return.

The pace slowed down.

This man is truly despicable. He already has such an outstanding woman who is infatuated with him and devoted to him, so why does he have to be so greedy and make himself fall in love with him too?

It's pathetic. I knew I shouldn't like this person; he's too much trouble. See, I'm the one who's still the one who's sad and hurt.

My heart is even colder.

Her legs were almost giving way, and Yang Nianqing quickly reached out to steady herself against the wall. What's wrong? She must have caught a chill from sitting too long. Her head feels heavy; she might have a fever. She should see Qiu Bailu tomorrow…

My mind is getting increasingly confused.

"Xiao Nian, what's wrong?" a gentle voice asked.

He wore a magnificent robe and a golden crown, and his handsome yet melancholic face was imbued with an air of nobility and a subtle, almost imperceptible, majesty due to his two sharply angled eyebrows.

Yang Nianqing had no idea what expression she was wearing, nor did she care. She just forced a smile at him: "Brother Nangong..."

A smile spread across her face again, still so approachable and endearing.

moment.

He frowned and asked worriedly, "How are you? Are you alright?"

My eyelids feel very heavy.

Yang Nianqing shook her head: "Uh...it's nothing...I'm going back to sleep now."

His gaze became unfocused, and the face in front of him began to blur.

It must be a cold and fever.

She couldn't help but feel anxious. Her pride as a girl told her, "No! It would be so embarrassing if he thought I was in this state because of something like this!"

So she tried to clear her head and took a step.

However, her feet suddenly felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and she couldn't move them an inch. She tried several times, but finally leaned weakly against the wall.

Realizing something was wrong, Nangong Xue was startled and immediately helped her up.

It's very hot.

His brows furrowed even more.

He seemed to be saying something, but his gentle voice seemed to fade into the distance, and Yang Nianqing could no longer hear it.

In that instant, the unprecedented anxiety and tension that appeared in those phoenix eyes made her feel that this person was someone she could trust and rely on.

Finally, she collapsed into his arms.

Before me, scenes, both clear and blurry, flashed by like movie shots.

Ten-year-old girl lay in her hospital bed, her eyes wide open, cautiously watching her father and mother who were pretending to be harmonious by her bedside, afraid that if she closed her eyes, one of them would quietly disappear.

However, one time, she woke up in her hospital bed and found that only her mother was by her side.

Finally, another uncle joined the mother's side.

...

Alone again?

When I first arrived here, everything was new and interesting. I never expected that terrible loneliness would find me again. I used to think that even if I couldn't go back, there would be people here who could be my family, and that what I lost in that world could be regained in this one. But now, perhaps when the sun rises tomorrow, it will all be nothing.

What's there to worry about? Even if we can't go back, there's still Nangong Xue, He Bi, and the seemingly cold but warm-hearted Qiu Bailu. They are such good friends and older brothers...

She was dazed and confused, trying to comfort herself over and over, but she still couldn't stop trembling, because of the cold, but even more so because of fear. Perhaps, women are born with a longing for family, for that thing called "home".

In her dream, someone held her hand and seemed to be murmuring something.

The sound was so soft and beautiful, like the autumn sunlight I saw when I went on a picnic with Rui Rui and the others. It was faint and thin, but it felt warm and comfortable on my skin.

Is it him?

Overjoyed, she gripped that hand tightly and refused to let go.

Gradually, people finally calmed down.

My head hurts so much! As soon as she opened her eyes, Yang Nianqing felt dizzy and her head was heavy. She couldn't help but groan.

"Awake?" a gentle voice asked.

A hand gently withdrew from hers, and then a bowl of medicine was brought over: "Drink your medicine first. This time it's more serious than last time."

Nangong Snow.

Yang Nianqing was stunned.

Was it him?

Half disappointed, half grateful.

He hadn't slept all night. He had never practiced martial arts, and his handsome face looked slightly haggard. However, his gentle smile remained incredibly kind.

She lowered her head and said, "Thank you."

Nangong Xue sat down beside her and brought the small spoon to her lips: "Take your medicine first, and we'll talk about it when you feel better."

Indeed, love is precious, but life is even more valuable.