Chapter 991 - 977: Reason and Emotion

When Su Muyao woke up, she could use reason to suppress her emotions, but once she truly fell asleep, those suppressed emotions would uncontrollably surge out.

Like a spring, the more you press it down, the stronger it rebounds.

In her muddled state, sensing Xie Guixue’s presence, Su Muyao’s mind was filled with Xie Guixue while dreaming.

Every moment they shared in the past.

She even remembered the last time they met was in a dream.

He was so cold to her then, asking her to leave.

And in the Taixu Secret Realm, when the Thorn Flower Clan’s Ci Zhuo sought to capture her, he used Xie Guixue against her in the Illusion Realm.

Perhaps she wasn’t even aware of her deep longing to see Xie Guixue.

As soon as he appeared, she easily lost her composure.

Just the faint familiar scent quickened her heartbeat in the dream.

She unconsciously murmured, "Gui Xue..."

"Gui Xue..."

She kept calling Xie Guixue’s name instinctively.

When Meng Qing leaned down closer to her, he suddenly heard this voice, his whole body shook, and even the fingers lightly touching her hair trembled.

His heart trembled, his body froze, unable to move.

After a long time, tears began to fall from his eyes.

When the tears almost dropped onto Su Muyao’s face, he snapped back, quickly wiping away the tear stains from the corners of his eyes, afraid of waking Su Muyao.

He whispered hoarsely, "Fool, why are you so foolish."

"He doesn’t want you anymore, yet you still remember him."

"You should forget him."

"He’s so cruel, don’t remember him, don’t be sad..."

"He even wants to forget that relationship, he will regret it..."

He spoke in a barely audible voice.

After falling asleep, in her muddled state, Su Muyao seemed to hear some sound, and she panicked, "No... don’t..."

As long as she thought of Xie Guixue, even in sleep, she was filled with worry and unease.

Because at this moment, she had no sense of reason, purely following her emotions in thinking about a person.

Meng Qing watched Su Muyao’s anxious and pained expression, especially when she frowned even as she slept, he gently smoothed the lines from her brows over and over.

"Gui Xue... don’t... go..."

"Why... why..."

In her sleep, as she smelled Xie Guixue’s scent, sensed his presence, she uncontrollably kept asking why.

Why leave, why be so cold to her.

Ever since he went to the Demon Realm, there wasn’t a single word from him.

No matter how composed Su Muyao was, when asleep, she dreamt of Xie Guixue walking ahead in an expanse of ice and snow without turning back.

No matter how she called out to him, he never stopped, never turned back, leaving only an icy silhouette.

Even to prevent her from approaching, the sky kept sending down wind and snow, blocking her path.

Su Muyao squatted in the wind and snow, feeling heartbroken, tears uncontrollably falling.

Watching Su Muyao in sleep with tears streaming from her eyes, Meng Qing’s entire body trembled in pain.

With trembling hands, he wiped her tears away.

"Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry..."

Meng Qing was almost in a panic, frantically wiping Su Muyao’s tears.

Su Muyao seemed to sense something, waking up in the middle of the night.

When she awoke, the pain in her heart was so obvious she remained in a daze.

Still submerged in her thoughts.

She knew that in her dreams, it was her imagination.

Ever since Xie Guixue returned to the Demon Realm, they hadn’t met in dreams again.

Even the dream connection had broken.

"Are you... you’re awake, are you feeling unwell?"

Su Muyao woke but didn’t want to move, feeling utterly devoid of spirit.

Drained of energy.

Her mood was very low.

She knew this wasn’t right, but she couldn’t control it.

She didn’t even feel like talking.

As for why Meng Qing, having transformed into human form, was still in bed, she didn’t want to pursue.

Seeing Su Muyao’s vacant and despondent eyes, Meng Qing felt particularly sorrowful, not knowing how to make it up to her, how to be good to her.

But his situation was too peculiar.

He was...

"Mu Yao, are you hungry? There’s some fruit I picked in the room, not food from the Demon Realm, do you want some?"

His current injuries made it impossible to cook, and there were no ingredients here.

Still dazed, Su Muyao heard Meng Qing’s voice and shook her head: "I’m not hungry, I won’t eat."

Perhaps she was a little hungry, but she genuinely had no appetite.

No inclination to eat.

After a moment of silence, Meng Qing racked his brain to lift her spirits a bit: "Then I’ll fetch some water, would you like to freshen up?"

Her eyes were red, he couldn’t bear to see her like this.

Su Muyao shook her head, "No need."

"Let me have some peace."

Meng Qing dared not speak, "Alright, if you need me to do anything, let me know."

He stayed to the side, but carefully watched over Su Muyao, afraid she might do something.

As soon as Su Muyao regained consciousness, she would use reason to restrain herself.

She quickly adjusted her mood, then got out of bed, fetched water, and washed her face. When she looked at Meng Qing again, her expression had become calm.

"You said, spending more time with me, your injuries would heal faster?"

"Even helping you groom would help?"

Meng Qing nodded, "Yes, that’s it."

Su Muyao extended her hand, "Come here then."

She felt that perhaps because they were close to the Demon Realm, staying here for a single day, she would uncontrollably think of Xie Guixue, perhaps even be influenced, with her mind filled with Xie Guixue’s image.

She felt she shouldn’t be like this.

Shouldn’t be submerged in these emotions.

So she needed Meng Qing’s injuries to heal quickly so they could leave this place.

Meng Qing felt that something was not quite right with Su Muyao at the moment.

She seemed too calm and collected.

The calmer she appeared, the worse her mood was.

"Why don’t you sleep a little more?"

He could see her eyes were still bloodshot.

Su Muyao said, "I’m not tired."

"This way, your injuries can heal sooner, and we can leave sooner."

She didn’t care what Meng Qing’s identity or background was, subconsciously believing that anything related to the Demon Realm was better left unexplored.

Otherwise, it would only add to her troubles.

So that’s how it was.

That’s what she was thinking.

Meng Qing transformed into the Cat Beast and came to her side again.

Su Muyao reached out to hold him, helping to smooth his fur.

She even took a comb from her space, gently and attentively brushing it.

Very skillfully too.

In her previous life, she was very experienced with dealing with pet cats.

Sure enough, under Su Muyao’s touch, time passed slowly, and Meng Qing’s injuries indeed improved.

Seeing that it was working, Su Muyao became more excited, more diligently massaging his fur.

Meng Qing felt so comfortable, his body shivered uncontrollably, his coat turning more and more pink.

To the point where it turned red.

Su Muyao looked at his fur color, astonished: "No, your fur color doesn’t seem right."

Meng Qing lowered his head, not daring to say a word.

Afraid she might discover something.