"So you don’t want to know what the consequences will be?"
"...What consequences?"
"After you return from the Netherworld, whether you save her or not, you’ll only have five years left to live. That’s the consequence of using the Forbidden Technique; and after you die, you won’t have a chance to be reincarnated, but will stay in the Netherworld as a lonely ghost, never entering the cycle of rebirth again. That’s the price you pay for saving her..."
At that moment, Gu Sheng’s ears echoed with those words...
Five years... Five years...
It had already been three years...
Gu Sheng’s eyes reddened, instantly engulfed by despair.
He was not afraid of dying, nor did he look forward to another life. The only thing he had ever feared was Yaoyao leaving him.
Gu Yao, leaning on his shoulder and asleep, suddenly started mumbling Shangguan Yu’s name in her sleep.
Her voice carried a tinge of reluctant sobbing.
The name Shangguan Yu sent Gu Sheng, already surrounded by despair and helplessness, plummeting into hell, chilling him to the bone.
His tear-glossed, desperately red eyes shone brightly.
He raised his hand, his warm palm tenderly caressing her cheek, his thumb gently stroking it.
Yaoyao, I have only two years left.
The last two years, I just want to be with you, to live a life without Shangguan Yu for two years.
I don’t ask for anything else, just to return to the days of past.
I beg you, don’t leave me in these last two years.
Otherwise, I might not make it through these two years and might leave on my own...
Qing Yi raised his hand to press on his throbbing temple, the discomfort in his head causing him to furrow his brows.
Qing Yi opened his eyes, and the sight of a drunkard’s face took him by surprise.
"...You... What are you doing?"
Qing Yi stared blankly at the drunkard who, propping his chin with one hand, was intently and interestedly staring back at him.
What a strange look in his eyes.
"It’s eleven in the morning," the drunkard replied cheerily. The rıghtful source is noveⅼfire.net
"What? It’s eleven already?" Qing Yi exclaimed, eyes wide.
"It’s finished, the third young master was supposed to go to the company today."
As Qing Yi spoke, he tried to get up from the bed, but the drunkard stretched out a hand and firmly pressed him back down by the shoulder.
"I called him early in the morning to tell him you were drunk and taking a leave today."
Qing Yi flopped back onto the bed, filled with annoyance.
Indeed, drinking is troublesome.
Seeing that the drunkard was still looking at him with that strange expression, Qing Yi felt somewhat uneasy.
He thought that maybe he had said something last night while drunk that he shouldn’t have.
Although last night he had intentionally gotten drunk, hoping to use it as an opportunity to say some things, it was a momentary impulse; now that he was sober, all he had was regret and not the courage of last night.
"So, I didn’t say anything nonsensical last night, did I?"
"You did," the drunkard still propping his chin, smiled with a twinkle in his eyes as he looked at Qing Yi.
Qing Yi’s heart skipped a beat.
Finished, he really said it?
But... it didn’t seem right; seeing the drunkard’s gaze and expression, Qing Yi felt as though he looked more like someone who had discovered a stash of fine wines, otherwise why would he be so happy.
After asking this, Qing Yi stared intently at the drunkard’s mouth, somewhat scared yet also eager to hear what he wanted to hear.
Alright, he admitted he was a bit cowardly.
The drunkard deliberately slowed down his tone, watching Qing Yi holding his breath in tension, he truly found him adorable to no end.
However, before the words "I like you" could be spoken,
a sudden, deadly knock on the door rang out.