Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Qing Yan waited for a long time without receiving a response from Gu Yao, while Gu Yao's wound continued to bleed, causing even his delicate and handsome face to contort for a moment.

The crimson blood seeped into the water, creating a vivid, striking color that made Gu Yao's face grow even paler.

Qing Yan sighed and was about to step forward to force the medicine down when he saw Gu Yao suddenly look up, her blue eyes still filled with anger.

More than anything, there was unspeakable sadness and...heartbreak.

He didn't know what Gu Yao had thought of when he lowered his head, which made the young Yuan Liang in front of him show such an expression.

Or perhaps, the two of them already knew each other.

Gu Yao only glanced at Qing Yan before lowering her eyelids, her long, thick eyelashes concealing all the emotions in her beautiful eyes.

Qing Yan couldn't figure out what the young man in front of him was thinking.

But looking at the boy, he always felt that the person in front of him was...sad.

And he was also feeling sad along with the person in front of him.

Suddenly, Gu Yao seemed to think of something interesting, and smiled, then quickly suppressed his smile.

Looking up again, all she saw in Qingyan's eyes was resolute acceptance and relief.

Looking at Gu Yao's expressionless face, Qing Yan felt a sense of loss, even though Gu Yao was so close, someone he could reach out and touch.

And this is even more true now.

The boy's gaze no longer held...love?

Why would he think of those blue eyes filled with longing?

When did he see him before?

Why can't he remember?

Qing Yan wanted to find the answer, so he tried to stop Gu Yao first, because the boy's condition was really too strange.

I felt like I would vanish into thin air any second.

No trace of it can be found in the world anymore.

The feeling of impending loss filled Qingyan with panic.

It also stirred up a nameless fear that was hidden deep in his heart.

It's like, it seems like...

He had already experienced that kind of heart-wrenching pain.

Fragments flashed through his mind: a little fox cooling off under the grape trellis, a boy with a bright smile.

Whether in motion or stillness, whether laughing or angry.

Live and real.

He tried to recall more details, but only felt a sharp pain.

He looked up at Gu Yao and spoke with difficulty, "Little... Bai?"

Gu Yao was taken aback when he heard this address. He seemed reluctant, but then his face turned cold as if he had thought of something.

He was rummaging in his left sleeve, and Qingyan felt a pang of panic watching his movements, yet she didn't want to stop him.

His intuition told him that what Gu Yao took out must be related to their past.

And that's exactly what he's eager to know right now.

Gu Yao frowned, looking extremely troubled.

"66, where did you put that thing?"

66 was stunned, clearly not expecting Gu Yao to be so outrageous, stubbornly clinging to the left sleeve.

He offered an awkward yet polite smile, offering a friendly reminder, "Host, I was just mentioning it, but is it possible that it's in the other sleeve?"

They have an extremely strong will to survive.

Gu Yao was stunned, as if he had just realized what was happening, and was speechless at his own slow-wittedness.

He switched hands and, sure enough, he could reach it easily.

Overjoyed, Gu Yao was filled with the happiness of getting off work.

Now that we've obtained the important props, let's begin the performance.

Start early, finish early.

His face froze for a moment, as if he had finally found what he was looking for.

A look of longing, sorrow, and resolute determination flashed across that pale face in an instant.

He took out the red string, placed it in his palm, and gently stroked the jade piece on it, his expression tender and affectionate, as if he were reminiscing about a lover he hadn't seen in a long time.

Qingyan looked at the red rope and felt that it looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

The red phoenix tail tassels leaked through the gaps between his fair fingers, like bloodstains winding along the back of the boy's hand.

Poignant yet beautiful.

After gently stroking the jade piece for a while, Gu Yao felt that the act was almost over. If he lingered any longer, his wound would fester.

He needed to hurry up and finish filming so he could go home for dinner.

I'm a little hungry...

He twisted the red string between his fingers, his expression both gentle and sad.

Qingyan finally saw the full picture of the red rope. The red diamond knot bracelet was adorned with a flawless jade piece, and the phoenix tail tassel at the end swayed gently with the ripples of the water, blurring the boy's expression and making it difficult to see clearly.

Through the swaying tassels of the rope, Qingyan saw Gu Yao's momentary reluctance.

Before he could even ponder the source of this reluctance, Gu Yao loosened his grip, and the red rope slowly sank into the water.

The boy lost the red string, and with it, he lost his true heart.

Qingyan felt as if everything was slowed down, and his heart sank slowly along with that drifting red color.

He wanted to put the red string away; it was something that should be carefully treasured.

Before he could act, Gu Yao decisively raised his sword and slashed, his expression resolute and cold.

The sword energy rippled across the water, and the red rope snapped in response.

Qingyan's eyes were bloodshot, and he felt as if his heart was a broken red rope, filled with the panic and sorrow of being abandoned.

The jade piece shattered in two, creating an irreparable chasm between the two.

Through the hazy water, Qing Yan couldn't see Gu Yao's expression. Even though they were only a short distance apart, he felt as if they were thousands of miles apart.

Once the water subsided, Gu Yao didn't give the red rope that had lightly fallen to the ground another second.

It's like carelessly throwing away a pile of trash.

A surge of emotions welled up inside Gu Yao, who felt a metallic taste in his throat, but he forced it back down.

He gazed at Qing Yan, his eyes as still as a stagnant pool, his face showing a detached indifference, devoid of joy or sorrow.

"Lord Qingyan, the past is like this red thread; once it's broken, it's broken."

Qing Yan stared blankly at the red rope lying on the ground, not yet reacting, when he heard Gu Yao's words.

He looked up with a look of astonishment. He knew that Gu Yao might know something, but he did not expect that Gu Yao would have complete memories.

Aren't all those who return from tribulations supposed to have their mortal memories erased?

What exactly happened between them?

What happened to Gu Yao?

Seeing the boy turn to leave, Qing Yan didn't care about anything else and stepped forward to grab him and ask him for clarification.

We can't let Gu Yao leave!

This is Qingyan's only thought right now.

Gu Yao turned around and gave Qing Yan, who was flying towards him, a cold glance, and chuckled.

Is this guy eager to be abused by me?!

It just so happens that today's resignation mirror has not yet tasted enough blood.

Then he won't be polite.

He swung his sword, the sword energy cleaving through the water, and instantly, a spray of blood appeared in the water.

The sword energy struck Qing Yan squarely on the shoulder!

Amidst a scattering of red shadows, Gu Yao laughed so hard his eyes disappeared.

He didn't look at her again, slumped his shoulders, pretended to be heartbroken and seriously injured, and turned to leave.

It's okay to be happy for a moment, but the show still needs to be performed.

Gu Yao really didn't hold back this time, and Qing Yan didn't block it either, just taking it as returning the favor.

She even had the idea of ​​using a self-inflicted injury as a pretext, but she never expected Gu Yao to be so heartless.

Qing Yan stared blankly at Gu Yao's "lonely" back as he forced himself to leave. The once proud young man was now slumped on one shoulder, his movements unsteady and slow.

Thinking of this, Qing Yan lowered his eyes, his expression bitter, and he had no face to ask her to stay.

He must have been badly injured.