Chapter 1392 - 1389: What Pain Could Compare

Chapter 1392: Chapter 1389: What Pain Could Compare

Finally, he stood up and took steps toward himself, slowly and painfully, each step leaving a deep red print.

Suddenly.

A gust of cold wind swept over. A pair of skeletal hands from behind completely pierced through his chest.

"Brother Qiao Muyun—" Shocked, struggling, troubled. Tears flew forth, turning into endless wails, at this moment, overwhelmed by sorrow...

He fell. Fell beneath himself.

What pain could surpass this moment? Not family, yet closer than family; not a lover, yet more cherished than a lover. The sudden realization of the parting by death, never to meet again in this world, a heart-wrenching tragedy...

Tears streamed down, mingling with the ceaseless rain, washing over the cheeks. Heaven seemed to understand my grief better, the rain pouring harder, never ceasing for a moment.

"Hahaha~~ giggle giggle~~~ sob sob sob~~~" A strange laughter, sinister and eerie.

The female ghost stood there, so arrogantly invincible.

Then, she floated right in front of me.

At this moment, I bravely faced her, that terrifying ghost face; perhaps the immense pain has numbed my heart, further numbing my visual and cerebral nerves. Not a shred of fear.

Just like that, staring at her, fiercely looking at this ghost, looking at the ghost who killed her closest kin. My eyes revealed a deep-seated bitterness of hatred.

At this point, the ghost might have been slightly surprised by my expression, but shortly she became ferocious again, opening her bloodstained mouth, shouting, "I want to gouge out these hateful eyes of yours!"

Her fingers turned into hooks, arm thrust forward, zap~~

The last thing I saw was that ever-silent spectator, that face like frost, carrying a mocking smile, along with that devilish demon-like face, cold, ice-bound...

Froze in time.

Ah—

There is no grief greater than the death of the heart, finally I could let go...

Immediately. My pupils enlarged with the ghost’s pointed fingers.

Wow ah—

In an instant.

Relentlessly pierced into my eyes, forming two large holes, blood gushing as the bloody fingers withdrew and sprayed out. The immense pain, grief, wailing... all the anguish came crashing, crushing, crushing my face, my broken eyes, pain—

Darkness fell across my vision, unprecedented fear enveloping my body... struggling, struggling, violently struggling...

Suddenly.

Awakened by shock. Almost without warning, suddenly.

Zi Ruoxi startled awake, her long eyelashes like shuttlecocks, yet her gaze profound. The intense mental stimulation and perceived pain miraculously revived her.

...

"Zi Ruoxi, Zi Ruoxi—"

"Thank goodness. You’re awake, thank goodness."

"Quick, quick, call the doctor!"

Where is this...

Did I find the way? Why can I still see...

Zi Ruoxi’s blurred awareness froze for a moment, gradually becoming vague again, still somewhat unclear.

Is it a dream or a memory, once again not knowing where I am. That sinister ghostly forest obscuring the eyes, nobody caring, neither liked nor left. Rising and sinking, is reality alternating with dreams?

Where is the place of searching, like a forgotten and abandoned melody...

Staring at the white ceiling, still dazed. Unwilling to speak, unwilling to think, just wanting, just wanting, simply to forever indulge in sleep, Oh, if only I’d never wake up...

The subconscious urges, forcing her to close her eyes again.

"Zi Ruoxi, Zi Ruoxi, wake up, wake up..."

"Doctor, please look, what’s wrong with her, she clearly woke up just now..."

...

Watching life flutter like snow, like ants running under the tree, no, like mites, that fragile life! Has it passed?

Carrying another self, to return or continue forward, where is the road? If not a forest, then where is it really? There’s the sound of leaves and wind, the touch of thunder and rain, mingling with family and blood, spreading everywhere with wretchedness... Where is this place, this unfamiliar yet familiar voice... I suddenly seem to remember...

Remember...

The long-lost consciousness finally returned clearly, once again pulling at the facial pain.

"Zi Ruoxi, Zi Ruoxi, wake up, wake up, you’re so lazy, how can you continue sleeping, I’m Brother Qiao Muyun, your Brother Qiao Muyun, how can you bear not to look at me, please wake up... I’m begging you..." The heartfelt calls that move one to tears.

It’s Brother Qiao Muyun, it’s Brother Qiao Muyun’s voice... He, he’s not dead, he’s still alive. It’s wonderful, he’s still alive.

Suddenly, Zi Ruoxi’s closed eyelids fluttered intensely. The urge to wake reclaimed by consciousness was both urgent and strong. But, the scorching pain on her face pressed on her optic nerves, eyelids too heavy too heavy, yet hard to open no matter what, striving, struggling, struggling, struggling some more... a silent tear slipped away from the eye corner.

"You, you shed a tear, Zi Ruoxi, Zi Ruoxi..." Qiao Muyun, with delight and touched, his emerald eyes moist.

It’s Brother Qiao Muyun, still Brother Qiao Muyun’s voice...

So clear, so warm. Brother Qiao Muyun, I miss you... I want to see you again... want to see... you...

Struggling against death, resisting the fight with illness. The mighty will of life rises again.

"Zi Ruoxi—" A heavy magnetic voice swept through the air, assaulting the heart.

Suddenly. Reflexively. Almost at the instant of the voice’s fall.

Zi Ruoxi’s eyes abruptly widened, round and bulging. Her brown pupils empowered with focus, never had there been such attention...

"Ah—" She exclaimed, almost in a reflex. This cry penetrated every nerve, shattered the tense air layer.

What kind of look was that. Was it fear, panic, hatred, disgust, nausea, or anger?

In conclusion, it contained an excess of negative factors, yet distinctly lacked what ought to exist between them, what should inherently belong to them... love and affection!

Seeing her like this, the deep-sea-like blue gaze sunk further.

"...Zi Ruoxi..." Qiao Junlie called out painfully, squatting beside her, instinctively holding her palm, a palm wrapped in cloth, feeling rough to touch.

"...Get out..." One word, strenuously, Zi Ruoxi almost used all her strength to struggle, clean and decisive, two words no ambiguity, no choking, no muttering, rather, with unbeatable clarity, "...get out..."

Then her eyes twisted with pain, entangled, irritated. Trying hard to avoid this person that terrified her.

Dizzy! Why is it like this?! She actually despises me this much.