Chapter 1637 - 834: Countless Brushes with Death

During his seven years filled with hatred, to acquire greater strength, he trained desperately every day, until his entire body became worn and tattered, and he came close to death countless times. Every time, she would always treat his wounds tenderly, bring him delicious food, mend his deteriorating clothes, and make his bed. The next day, she would silently watch him leave.

During that time, she was his only warmth and the only harbor where he could sleep soundly.

But during that time, his heart was filled solely with hatred. Apart from struggling under layers of scars, he never offered her any companionship, never bought her a single hair accessory, nor made any promises to her. He never even showed her a smile.

Until that day, when she lay in his arms and forever departed from him. At that moment, the expression in her eyes and voice became a lifelong pain he could never forget.

"In my heart, there are so many wounds, just like the ones on your body. But I do not regret being the girl who accompanied you when you were alone, even though it hurts. It is also very joyful."

"Brother Yin Che, if in the future, when you are lonely, there is a girl willing to be by your side, then she... must be the Angel granted to you from the heavens... Do not let her get hurt again, okay?" After Yun Che lost consciousness, Jasmine’s body no longer appeared ethereal. She slowly opened her eyes, looking at the bloodstains on Yun Che’s mouth and the terrifying wound on his left arm, all the indifference and aloofness in her eyes melted away like ice, replaced by a profound complexity and mistiness.

Yun Che did not know how long he was unconscious. When he finally regained consciousness and opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Jasmine opening hers.

"Zhe An! You’ve regained consciousness!?" Yun Che immediately shouted in joy. But his voice was somewhat coarse, and when he tried to get up, his body felt as heavy as millions of pounds. After becoming extremely weak due to excessive blood loss, he struggled many times but still could not stand.

"Why did you save me?" Jasmine’s voice still indicated her weakened health condition. She glanced again at the wounds on Yun Che’s arm, then quickly looked away: "Wouldn’t it be better for you if I died? At least you wouldn’t have to mind the demands I make of you; not to mention you wouldn’t have to worry about me killing you after rebuilding my body!"

"Because..." Jasmine sacrificed her life to save me.

"Jasmine was saving herself!" Jasmine’s voice raised somewhat.

Yun Che felt somewhat saddened. He was confused as to why those words caused such a strong reaction in her. Feeling a bit helpless, he said: "Ting," because you are my master as a disciple, how could I watch my master die before my eyes?

Jasmine laughed with a sadness-filled smile: "I must be reborn, and then I have to help you gain powerful strength in the shortest time possible." Being your master is only because I am unwilling to help you for free. Ultimately, it was all for myself. Do you really believe I did this for your benefit?

After saying these words, Jasmine failed to cause any signs of disappointment on Yun Che’s face; instead, he smiled. Yun Che moved his body close to Jasmine’s, looking into her eyes, and gently said: "But those are not important. The reason I was eager to save Jasmine is that Jasmine is incredibly beautiful; as beautiful as an Angel."

Jasmine was stunned.

Although Jasmine tried hard to appear indifferent and even intimidating, this was undoubtedly true, even if Jasmine could hide it. Being beside such a beautiful girl, no matter who it is, no one would want her to leave their side forever. I am no exception — this should be an acceptable reason, right?

"That kind of..." Jasmine’s lips trembled slightly as she regained some color: "The tears killed... so many people — last year — on my twelfth birthday — one day. On that day — I killed over one hundred and thirty thousand people. My whole body was stained red. They even named me ’Drenched Jasmine.’"

!!!!" Yun Che’s heart pounded heavily. "In one day, killed more than a hundred and thirty thousand people!"

Jasmine caught the deep shock that flashed across Yun Che’s face and closed her eyes, sadly saying: "With me being like this, how could I be called a beautiful girl?" I am Jasmine. The Jasmine of blood. I am a terrifying Demon. The person who killed countless people."

Yun Che gazed intently at Jasmine for a long time. However, the expression in his eyes was neither one of shock nor fear; it carried a very complex emotion, one so complicated that no one else could understand. For a long time, he looked at Jasmine, then slowly shook his head: "Zheqing," although I have no way to experience the feeling of killing many people at only twelve, I believe there must have been extreme pain. An indescribable pain, no one would want to remember. Then, it may be accompanied by endless nightmares and inner pain, even forcing you to hate and detest yourself. And, by labeling yourself as a Demon, merciless, and heartless, you numb your soul.

Jasmine’s eyes suddenly widened, staring at him in a daze.