A Dream of Transmigration

Chapter 93

She was gloating.

.

As dusk fell, a cool breeze carried the sound of rustling pines, and the faint sound of the evening bell rang out. Before I knew it, I was quite far from the temple.

The two walked slowly side by side.

Her white robes fluttered like a wisp of snow, standing out starkly in the vast twilight. Her presence added a touch of desolation and melancholy to the surrounding landscape.

He rarely spoke, yet he never made anyone feel cold or distant. Since returning from the Zhan family, Lin Feifei could even sense that the coldness on his calm face had faded considerably, and she was truly happy for him.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

"Don't go out after dark from now on."

"Huh?" Lin Feifei snapped out of her daze, puzzled. "What's wrong?"

"There are few temples here, and the demonic aura is very strong. Don't go too far alone." Lingling's voice remained calm and devoid of emotion, sounding even more ethereal in the wind.

He cares about her! Lin Feifei felt a warmth in her heart and quickly nodded in agreement.

Her icy eyes gazed into the distance: "You recognize him?"

"What?"

"That person from just now."

"Yes..." Lin Feifei was taken aback before realizing who he was asking about. "Uh, I don't know him very well. I only know that his surname is Yang. He should be Chu Ying's friend, right? What's wrong?"

"He is quite skilled."

"Him?" Lin Feifei exclaimed, "He knows this?"

He looked at her and nodded.

Although quite surprised, Lin Feifei still absolutely believed in his judgment—who would have thought that such a narcissistic handsome guy like Yang was actually in the same industry, and with considerable skill at that! You really can't judge a book by its cover!

But this narcissist was really scared of himself that day...

Mentioning him, Lin Feifei couldn't help but laugh again. At first, she just covered her mouth, but the more she tried to hold back her laughter, the more she laughed. Finally, she burst out laughing and then laughed so hard she couldn't straighten up.

Lingyi turned to look at her, a strange look gradually appearing in his eyes, as if he were deep in thought.

Seeing that he didn't understand, Lin Feifei quickly gestured and described Yang Shuai's incident to Ling Yi. After explaining, she was laughing so hard she could hardly breathe: "Senior brother, you, you don't know, hahaha, I'm dying of laughter... That day, his eyes were practically green with envy, hahaha..."

His icy eyes stared at her silently, his face remaining expressionless.

for a long time.

"Is it that funny?" he asked, seemingly puzzled.

She straightened up with difficulty: "Of course, don't you find it interesting?"

He pondered for a moment before nodding: "It should be interesting."

should?

The smile froze on her face; Lin Feifei realized she could no longer smile. Looking at that pale, calm face, devoid of any emotion, a wave of sadness washed over her.

After a while.

She patted his shoulder with a silly grin, comforting him in the softest voice she ever used, "Don't be sad, senior brother, it's not that funny. Maybe I overreacted, hehe..."

"Sad?" came an even more bewildered voice.

I can't take it anymore, I'm sure I'll cry if I keep talking. When did my emotions become so fragile!

“It’s alright,” she turned her face away, “It’s getting dark, let’s go back.”

Transmigrating Through a Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio: Chapter 40 - Yang Jianfei

Ancient pine trees, a dilapidated wooden pavilion.

I was strolling around every day and ended up finding this nice place. It's a bit far from the temple, but that saves me the trouble of listening to the monks ringing bells and chanting sutras. Our family's ancestor is Old Li, not some Buddhist monk.

Dusk is approaching.

Lin Feifei, however, was still lying on the stone table.

What exactly did her master instruct her on? She understood the first two lines, "Next year at Mid-Autumn Festival, on Mount Jiuhua," referring to the time and place. But what did the next two lines, "The Five-Colored Spring opens, and the Orchid Moon bows in reverence," mean? She had never heard of any Five-Colored Spring on Mount Jiuhua…

After thinking for a long time, she still had no clue and felt depressed—it had been almost two months, and she wondered if he had returned from Zhenjiang yet? Had the mad monk told him about his trip to Jiuhua Mountain?

The most crucial thing—

"Will he come?" she muttered, not holding out much hope. How could he bear to leave that bustling, vibrant entertainment district and come all the way to these remote mountains?

Staring blankly ahead, even though she knew that those playboys were usually fickle and so annoying, she still thought about him. How annoying!

"He's just handsome, skilled in Taoist magic, good at martial arts, and can draw. He doesn't have any other redeeming qualities. Why would I even think about him!" Lin Feifei muttered to herself dejectedly. "But it seems like that's enough!"

Before I knew it, my vision began to blur...

A figure stood behind her. The mountain breeze lifted the green hem of her clothes, making it sway and ripple. He looked as leisurely as a clump of green bamboo.

He's already here?