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Chapter 28 If Heaven Has Feelings (Part 2)

Chapter 28 If Heaven Has Feelings (Part 2)

Life is like a drama, we come and go in a hurry. Who once said: From the beginning, we knew there would be an end.

"Yunyan—!"

"Lin Yu————!!"

So when Bu Ying and Yi Han called out one after the other, all I could see was Ruo Shui Cha's golden hair, shimmering gently in the sunlight at the border of Ziyun Mountain, like a drop of sunlight plunging into water, splashing and creating countless diamond-like, moon-like ripples.

I slowly lowered my head to look at the thin sword piercing my chest. The blade, though its point was invisible, gleamed with a dim silver light that stung my eyes. Yet, my chest felt no pain; only my consciousness seemed so far, so very far away.

This is what I owe Ruoshui and Linglong, so I have no hatred or resentment towards this sword; this was my instinctive reaction when I saw Yunyan in danger, so I have no regrets or grievances about this block. But what is it that hurts so much, even before the sword has penetrated my body?

A figure in a green robe and silver hair came into view. Yi Han caught me as I slowly fell down, and with one palm, he sent Ruoshui, who was holding a sword, flying and crashing into a tree.

He held me tightly, fear and dread permeating every nerve in his body. His eyes were no longer cold and indifferent, his face was no longer calm and detached; only panic remained, the panic of losing the whole world.

"Lin Yu! Lin Yu!" he called out to me loudly. I didn't know if it was from the exhaustion of the battle or because he was no longer able to calm down, but his voice was broken and hoarse. He couldn't utter any words other than shouting, "Lin Yu! Lin Yu..."

"Cough cough..." I coughed violently, as if I heard something shatter in my chest. I struggled to reach out my hand, which was stiff from the shock, and pulled at the red string hanging around my neck.

Yi Han hurriedly helped me pull the rope out. The moment the thing around my neck was removed from my chest, I heard a "bang," and the snow-white jade shattered all over my body.

Yi Han stared blankly at the powder that his most precious snow jade had shattered into, then at my tattered clothes. For a moment, he just stared at me with blank eyes, completely unable to react.

Supporting Yunyan, whose face was deathly pale and who was almost fainting from shock, I was also stunned, staring blankly at myself half-lying in Yihan's arms.

Coughing, I struggled to my feet with Yi Han's help, clutching the lone red rope around my neck with regret and heartache. "Even though I lost a corner last time, it's all turned to dust now. What a pity!"

Silence, deathly silence, the wind gently rustling the leaves.

"Qin—Luo—!!" Yi Han's furious roar echoed through the mountains and forests, shaking the ground.

I winced in pain, quickly covering my ears with my hands, my expression utterly innocent: "You can't blame me. I didn't know that the sword would hit the snow jade so precisely. It wasn't me who shattered it. I'm heartbroken too..."

"You—!" Yi Han gripped my shoulders, glaring at me fiercely. He couldn't decide whether to hit me, scold me, love me, or hate me; a complex mix of emotions swirled on his face, completely erasing the aloof and indifferent Feng Yi Han he once was. His eyes still held lingering fear and pain, his voice was still hoarse, and his breathing was still heavy: "You idiot, do you know how scared I was! You—!!"

I quickly hugged him, buried my face in his chest in an apologetic tone, and whispered, "I'm sorry! I really thought I was going to die. Who knew that the corset I was wearing was impervious to swords and spears? Plus, Xueyu blocked it, so I just barely escaped death."

This was the first time Yihan had ever gotten angry at me and even called me an idiot! It was terrifying! It was more violent than a volcanic eruption. I must never provoke him again.

"Lin Yu!" Yun Yan seemed to finally come to her senses at this moment, rushed up and pulled me out of Yi Han's arms, asking in a trembling voice, "Are you alright? Are you really alright?!"

"It's nothing, it's nothing." I reached out and touched the hole in my chest, and laughed. "Really, it's nothing at all, don't worry."

"Hahahaha... It's alright... Hahahaha..." From the eastern end of the hillside, in the direction of the rising sun, came Ruoshui's heart-wrenching, twisted laughter, both mad and sorrowful, piercing the sky with a sharp and mournful sound. "Will everything really be alright? Qin Luo... Chu Yunyan... Hahahaha..."

I turned to look at Ruoshui, covered in blood, in the distance. Her golden hair stung my eyes in the sunlight. I frowned slightly and said, "Ruoshui, you..."

The sound stopped abruptly, and I stared in astonishment at the red liquid dripping from above onto my light blue robe. Blood—whose blood was it? Where did it come from? It had stained my eyes red.

"Hahahaha... Qin Luo, Chu Yunyan, you would never have imagined that the Mu Yi Clan's Wuxu Heart Technique, you would never have dreamed that, given a medium, it would seep into the human body thread by thread... Within ten breaths, the heart meridian would shatter... all five internal organs would be destroyed... Hahahaha..."

Ruoshui's voice drifted from afar, ethereal and ethereal. She laughed maniacally, as if trying to laugh away all the sorrows of the mortal world, the ugliness of humanity, and the lifelong loneliness and grief: "Chu Yunyan, do you really think I want to kill you? Hahaha... My target... is Qin Luo, the young prime minister whom my husband has always hated and loved the most... Qin Luo! I want to kill you to avenge Linglong, but even more so... to fulfill my mission as the patriarch of the Muyi clan... Hahahaha..."

Laugh at my foolishness, laugh at my madness, laugh at how foolish and mad this mortal world is;

Laugh at my madness, laugh at my insanity, laugh at how mad this mortal world is.

If Heaven had feelings, even the heavens would grow old;

If Heaven is heartless, this sorrow will last forever.

When all sounds faded from my ears, when all colors faded from my eyes, when all sensations slipped from my fingertips, I watched helplessly as overwhelming despair poured down upon me amidst the lingering echoes of a shrill laugh.

Why do we always say that relationships begin and end, and that gatherings and separations are fleeting? It turns out that we truly knew from the very beginning that there would be an end.

I can't remember how the pain burst forth from my body. I just felt as if I could hear the sounds of my blood vessels, internal organs, and even cells exploding.

I don't want it to bleed out completely; I find it too bloody and glaring. The blood, like a tap turned on, gushed out from between my lips and teeth.

Back then, I could still see. The blue sky was much clearer than in the 21st century, the white clouds were much cleaner, and the sunlight was much brighter. These were even clearer than usual, as if washed clean.

In that bustling, noisy world, I have experienced too many fleeting gatherings and partings. I have felt heartache, sorrow, loneliness, and hatred, but never before have I felt so desperate that all I can do is beg.

The blood must not flow anymore; my heart must not stop; my body must not lose consciousness. I don't want to die, how can I die?

I remember the day I changed the calendar in Lausanne, Switzerland. I was surprised to think that in a few days, the ages of Galan and Linyu, two worlds and two bodies, would finally be synchronized. When the year 769 of the Wanli era arrived, I would be twenty-two years old.

I turned my body slightly and saw his face, hidden by silver strands of hair on his forehead. A broad forehead, a high nose, tanned skin, thin lips, and a few stubble sprouting on his chin. He had a handsome, aloof face, a tall and strong body, an unyielding spirit, and a heart... completely filled with mine.

The wind is cold! The wind is cold! That is the man I fell deeply in love with, the man I chose without any regrets!

It was so hard for us to be together; it was so hard for us to overcome the distance between us, so close yet so far. If I die, what will happen to that man in the blue robe and silver hair? If I die, what will happen to that man who finally found happiness?

If I die, who will bring him happiness? If I die, who will love him? If I die... who will... let him love me?

That sword strike, I have no regrets; that block, I have no remorse. Yet, I am still unwilling to accept it, still unable to help but ask, why can't we, who finally managed to be together, love each other? Why can't we, who finally managed to love each other, ultimately stay together?

Since we are destined to meet but not to stay together, why make us meet and fall in love? Since the ending is destined to be a tragedy with no return, why make us walk this path so hard, stepping on our own hearts?

I slowly fell down, and all around me was quiet. I didn't know if it was really that quiet, or if I just couldn't hear anything anymore.