Chapter 1397 - 1394: Unreserved Beauty

Chapter 1397: Chapter 1394: Unreserved Beauty

"Mm." Zi Ruoxi responded naturally.

She remained seated in the wheelchair, watching as Qiao Muyun’s figure slowly walked away, going farther and farther until a turn brought him into the building nearby. She could no longer see his silhouette.

Zi Ruoxi laughed. A laugh as light as the wind, as gentle as a cloud.

......

She slowly stood up from the wheelchair, walking forward, continuing to walk. The fifty-meter distance was quite short, the road not too long, more like a stroll. She wore hospital flat shoes, feeling somewhat unfamiliar, having laid and sat for too long, her legs and feet had become cramped and weak. Fortunately, she soon arrived at the lakeside, looking at the tranquil lake water where the twilight glow lavishly displayed its beauty, adorning the lake surface with its brilliance, radiating a peculiar splendor.

Zi Ruoxi gazed intensely, her heart sighed with thousands of thoughts. After walking back and forth along the lakeside for a few steps, she crouched down at a spot, then after a while, stood back up, slowly walking a few steps back and leaning against a willow tree by the lake to rest.

Unbeknownst to her, what she did just now made a tall, slender figure in the distance almost jump out.

Always not daring to appear in front of her, yet unable to stop caring about every word and every deed of hers, she was like poison to him; he had already drunk it, and there was no antidote. Qiao Junlie, with a gloomy face, stood in an inconspicuous place, quietly gazing at her. He thought she might be suicidal, that she might jump into the lake; however, then he remembered her excellent swimming skills...

That lake couldn’t drown her. But, couldn’t help but worry.

Just now, witnessing her chat so happily with Qiao Muyun, he himself didn’t know how he endured it. He was jealous, yes, he was jealous to death. Yet, simultaneously, he felt happy, seeing her recover day by day, with a cheerful mood, he was slightly relieved.

On the other side.

Qiao Muyun hadn’t actually walked far. After disappearing from Zi Ruoxi’s view, he silently returned. When he saw her walk towards the lake, he was deeply startled but thought about the same issue as Qiao Junlie. She likely wouldn’t do such a thing. And indeed, she only wandered there for a bit and then returned.

It seemed that he worried too much; it was just that her recent condition was so good. Isn’t there a saying, "gentle trap"... he feared... all this was merely a façade she showed to him.

That inadvertent expression just now had already stimulated his sensitivity. It made him fully alert, whether she was suicidal or not, he couldn’t allow any problems to arise at this time. Otherwise, he would never forgive himself.

......

Zi Ruoxi leaned against the trunk, gazing at this beautiful lakeside, those initially sparkling eyes gradually lost their luster, becoming hollow, desolate, focusing only on the lake in front of her. Staring at the water in a daze, her gaze slowly unfocused, her spirit became dull, everything seemed to stop.

Such a quiet lake surface! Without any wind, no ripples...

It seemed like a dead lake... so wonderful! No longer needed to think about anything, let me fade into the silent dead lake!

As if I had never been to this world, not taking anything away, all left cleanly... liberation...

Living was inherently painful and complex, death was much better! That way, I wouldn’t have to care about anything anymore, whether it’s beauty or ugliness... or schemes, deceit... or ideals, the future... or... love... and being loved...

No need to think about it anymore, no need to care about others’ varied eyes anymore, no need to live so hard anymore, if I die, someone will be sad...

Someone will think of me... but, please forgive... I also don’t want this, making you sad, I feel bad too.

However, however, please fulfill me, let me be willful once, I want to selfishly reincarnate, maybe only this way, can be reborn, all mistakes will dissipate...

Calm thoughts, vacant eyes, gradually stiffening yet softening body, Zi Ruoxi quietly took out an item from her coat pocket. What was it? A short, small fruit knife. Yes, she secretly stashed it in her coat pocket while he wasn’t paying attention.

She waited so long for this moment, every time she wanted... but, he was always there. Every night, deep into night, watching him asleep on the sofa, she tossed and turned, unwilling to slash her throat in front of him... that way, her mood couldn’t calm, afraid she couldn’t harden her heart, afraid there was still some attachment to this world...

Now, so good, no one was disturbing, she could do what she wanted.

Her slender fingers gently opened the blade, slowly raising her left hand, palm upwards, aiming the sharp edge at her wrist artery, the light on the knife’s side flashed by her eye, leaving a glistening moist tide on the eyelid.

Flying towards my own beauty, storms need not be minded anymore...

The sun calls again, clouds gather at the horizon, that’s the most beautiful scenery, let me become an angel, open the pure white wings, and fly to the paradise of dreams—

Gently closed her eyes. Heart hardened, hand firmer. While slicing down, whispered, "...liberation..."

Whoosh~ the silent blade cut through... blood dripped down.

At that moment, as if slicing into something, why, yet not a hint of pain in the wrist. Then the body was firmly embraced.

Suddenly.

Startled, she opened her eyes, meeting those familiar eyes, deep dark green peered into her soul.

"...Zi Ruoxi... why..." Qiao Muyun’s voice trembled painfully, one palm blocking her wrist, the blade cut into his palm, this cut, precisely on his hand, but was like stabbing through his heart. Blood dropped silently, drop by drop onto the grass, staining it otherwise.

Seeing she didn’t answer, this moment, this second, beneath the mask, inside those large shining eyes it was evident with reluctance and longing. His heart ached, his heart ached so much he could not breathe.

"Why, are you leaving so heartlessly? Why, leave the regret to those living—" Qiao Muyun yelled in despair. Emotions intertwined in discomfort, gathering on his handsome face.

Zi Ruoxi was shocked, tears spun in her eyes, yet stubbornly, she did not let them fall, insisting firmly. Courageously facing his gaze, seemingly pleading to let go, let go, let go—

The heart wishing for death persisted fiercely, seemingly unstoppable.

Suddenly.

She broke free from his palm, strongly pushed his body, resolute to stab down again, but inevitably, was held tightly in stronger hands.