Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

The candlelight in the hall flickered gently, illuminating Lin Ci'an's tired but sleepless face.

He stood there motionless, not knowing how long, until the sky outside the window turned a hazy gray.

The person on the couch's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then slowly opened their eyes.

At first, those eyes were still hazy from just waking up, but soon they regained clarity.

Lin Ci'an's heart tightened instantly, he held his breath, and he waited for the judgment to come in almost panic.

Chu Ziyu's gaze slowly turned and fell on the person guarding him by the bed.

Seeing Lin Ci'an's pale and haggard face, bloodshot eyes, and expression that was so tense that it was almost stiff, he was silent for a moment.

There was no expected hatred, nor fear or alienation.

Chu Ziyu moved slightly, as if wanting to sit up.

Lin Ci'an subconsciously reached out to help him, but was afraid of annoying him, so his hand froze in mid-air.

However, Chu Ziyu placed his hand on his outstretched arm very naturally, using the force to slowly sit up.

Lin Ci'an's pupils trembled slightly, and he could hardly believe it.

“…Lin Ci’an.”

Chu Ziyu spoke, his voice still a little hoarse, but calm and gentle, "Have you been guarding here all this time?"

This long-lost, non-thorny "Lin Ci'an" made Lin Ci'an's throat choke. It took him a while to find his voice and said it in a dry voice.

"...Hmm. How are you feeling? Are you still feeling unwell?"

His eyes searched his face anxiously, afraid to miss any discomfort.

Chu Ziyu shook his head slightly, raised his hand and gently pressed his chest, where the Gu core used to be entrenched, but now there was only ease and tranquility.

"It seems...it has never been so easy."

He spoke softly, with a sense of being in another world in his tone.

Then, he looked up at Lin Ci'an, his gaze falling on his palm which was still wrapped in gauze (that was the wound left when drawing blood and drawing runes), and his brows frowned slightly.

"your hands……"

He stretched out his hand and lightly touched the edge of the gauze with his fingertips, his movements very light.

Lin Ci'an suddenly retracted his hand, as if he had been burned, hid it behind his back, and whispered, "It's okay, just a minor injury."

Chu Ziyu sighed, his voice filled with a hint of helpless reproach, yet soft: "Always like this... saying nothing."

He paused, lowering his eyelids. His long eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes. "Before... I was confused and didn't understand many things. I also made you... suffer."

He did not express forgiveness explicitly, nor did he mention specific past injuries.

But these words, which were almost an apology and recognition of his efforts, were like a warm current that instantly broke down the ice wall that Lin Ci'an had built in his heart.

The huge bitterness and surging love almost overwhelmed Lin Ci'an.

He raised his head suddenly, his eyes instantly reddened, his voice trembling: "No... It's not your fault, it's me... It's all my fault, I'm sorry for you, Ziyu, I..."

(The blackening value is reduced, the current blackening value is 0%).

He spoke incoherently, wanting to confess, wanting to make a promise, but he couldn't continue because he was too emotional.

Looking at him like this, Chu Ziyu reached out and gently placed his hand on the back of Lin Ci'an's hand (the one that was not injured) that was placed on his knee.

Lin Ci'an trembled at the warm touch of his palm, and clenched his hand tightly with his backhand, with such force that it was almost like grabbing a life-saving straw.

"It's in the past."

Chu Ziyu said softly, looking at him gently, "From now on... let's all look forward, okay?"

Lin Ci'an couldn't hold back any longer and tears welled up in her eyes.

He hugged Chu Ziyu tightly, choking with sobs and unable to utter a word.

Tears silently soaked the clothes on Chu Ziyu's shoulders.

Chu Ziyu was slightly startled by his hug, then relaxed.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally raised her hands and gently hugged his trembling back, patting it again and again, awkwardly but gently.

The hall was silent, with only the sound of Lin Ci'an's suppressed sobs and the gradually brightening sky outside the window.

After a long time, Lin Ci'an's emotions calmed down a little, but he still refused to let go of his hand. He just buried his face deeply in Chu Ziyu's neck, and confirmed carefully in a muffled voice with a heavy nasal tone.

"Really... can we go now? Are you really... willing..."

Chu Ziyu didn't answer directly, but just pushed him gently.

Lin Ci'an's body stiffened, and he relaxed a little almost in panic and looked at him.

Chu Ziyu tilted his head slightly and looked at the increasingly bright sky outside the window.

He was silent for a moment before he slowly spoke. His voice was soft, but it clearly reached Lin Ci's heart:

"Lin Ci'an, look, it's dawn."

Lin Ci'an followed his gaze.

"Let the past remain in the past."

"The road ahead...may still be long, and may still be full of storms."

He paused, without giving any definite promise, but just slightly curled the corners of his lips.

"Shall we go for a walk together?"

"it is good."

(End of the book)