Quick Transmigration: The Charming Beauty Who Was Short-Lived and Alluring

In the darkness, Xiao Qi'an's expression softened slightly.

Thus, his weakness and cowardice were hidden in the shadows, and he didn't have to worry about being exposed to the light, so he had a temporary refuge.

"I told you, you can leave." Xiao Qi'an repeated himself. At this moment, he did not want to talk to anyone, and he did not want anyone around him.

"Please calm down. I didn't mean to spy on you. I just happened to run into you. Today you gave me a white fox. I shouldn't abandon you. If you have any difficulties, you can tell me." Chu Yun spoke slowly without moving.

"I don't need it, you can leave," Xiao Qi'an said coldly.

“Young Master, you don’t need to be so wary of me. Some things are better left unsaid than suppressed. If you keep everything bottled up inside, one day you won’t be able to bear it.” Chu Yun’s tone softened for once.

"This place is pitch black, you can't see me and I can't see you, so why not tell each other what's on our minds?"

Following the sound, Xiao Qi'an looked towards where Chu Yun was, but he couldn't see anything at all, not even her outline.

Only the gentle breeze caressed his face, gradually dispelling the suffocating pain in Xiao Qi'an's heart.

He remained silent for a long time, never giving a definite answer.

In the silence, Chu Yun's voice rang out.

If it's difficult for you, then forget it.

Then, a series of bell sounds reached Xiao Qi'an's ears. He guessed that it was the sound of the silver bells jingling as Chu Yun turned to leave.

The bell continued to ring, but it drifted further and further away from him.

This proves that Chu Yun is gradually drifting away from him.

Xiao Qi'an loosened his hand on the mechanism. He should have been happy, but for some reason, he felt a little lost.

A few moments later, the bell sound suddenly stopped, and he heard Chu Yun call out softly, "Xiao Bai, let's go."

Xiao Qi'an pursed his lips tightly.

He glanced at the dark surroundings and felt a difficulty breathing.

"and many more!"

The words of urging him to stay lingered in his throat for a while before he finally uttered them.

"Miss Wen, don't go."

Don't leave him alone in the dark.

"What is it?" came the girl's cold voice.

“Stay here and listen to me,” Xiao Qi’an said softly.

"Okay." Chu Yun replied and immediately turned around. In the darkness, Xiao Qi'an could not see her movements, but he could judge Chu Yun's location by the sound of the bell ringing again.

She was slowly approaching him.

Strangely enough, the sound of the bell grew louder and closer, but he felt much more at ease.

"Go ahead and say it, I'm here."

Chu Yun's voice was very close, and Xiao Qi'an knew that he was not alone at this moment.

"Where should I begin?" Xiao Qi'an thought for a moment and asked, "When you were a child, did you find practicing martial arts difficult?"

“It’s bitter, yet not bitter,” Chu Yun replied.

"Why?" Xiao Qi'an pressed.

“My master was very strict. In the sweltering heat of summer and the freezing cold of winter, all year round, I didn’t get a single day of rest. I practiced martial arts year-round, so it was very tough. But looking back, I’ve achieved something and have the power to protect my loved ones, so it doesn’t feel so tough anymore,” Chu Yun explained.

Xiao Qi'an paused, his voice filled with nostalgia, "I've heard my grandfather mention these words before. When Xiao Lin was young, he was mischievous and always wanted to slack off during martial arts practice, so my grandfather said these words to him. I know very well that he asked Xiao Lin to protect and shelter me. But do you know how much I want to hold a sword in my own hands, instead of just hiding in a corner and secretly watching Ah Lin practice swordsmanship."

Darkness may be terrifying to others, but for Xiao Qi'an, it may only in this boundless darkness that he can muster the courage to reveal the pain in his heart, provided that someone stands with him in the darkness.

"I was born with a strange poison. I was saved by the divine physician of the Holy Medicine Valley, but I will never be able to stand up and will have to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair."

As the eldest grandson of Xiao Yue Manor, a member of a martial arts family, I am a useless person who cannot practice martial arts. This is such a ridiculous and absurd thing. However, my grandparents, parents, and even my second uncle and aunt all cherish me and are afraid that I will suffer any grievances.

My grandfather taught me that the greatest heroes are those who serve their country and their family. Even if I cannot learn martial arts, wield a sword, or inherit the family's sword techniques, as long as I stand upright and have a righteous heart, I am a descendant of the Xiao family who can be proud.

I listened to my grandfather's words and tried my best not to be angry or resentful. Everyone praised me for being steady and composed, but I knew that I was not. I was not a gentleman, nor was I very magnanimous. I resented the injustice of the world that made me born disabled. I resented the rampant villains who caused my family to be destroyed. I hated myself even more for being incompetent and useless, and for not being able to take revenge on my enemies.

I haven't grown up to be the person my grandfather hoped for; I've gone against his expectations. I... I can't remain calm and resentful; I can't be forgiving. I want to kill everyone who harmed me, to make them wish they were dead. I've failed my grandfather's teachings, becoming selfish, cold-hearted, and filled with hatred.

As he finished speaking, tears welled up in Xiao Qi'an's eyes.

Chu Yun listened quietly without saying much. She knew that even if Xiao Qi'an had struggled and still had a sliver of kindness in his heart, he would still show no mercy to anyone who stood in his way.

Sure enough, Xiao Qi'an's voice rang out again, "But I don't want to change, and I can't change. Why is it that my family is destroyed and my enemies live carefree lives? Why is it that I struggle in pain while my enemies are calm and composed? I am not reconciled, so I must be more ruthless than them. Only in this way can I take revenge, and only in this way will others not dare to look down on me!"

Xiao Qi'an's voice grew colder and colder, like a demon crawling out of hell, emitting painful howls.

Chu Yun sneered, "So, for the sake of your hatred, you're willing to kill the innocent original owner?"

"Miss Wen, am I very scary?" Xiao Qi'an suddenly softened his tone, as if he were just asking casually, but his hand slowly approached the mechanism again.

Chu Yun remained expressionless, but her voice was gentler than usual. "A life for a life, a debt for a debt. The young master only wants revenge, so there's nothing to be afraid of. Everyone has a dark side, and the world isn't just black and white. The young master doesn't need to be so hard on himself."

"Is that so?" Xiao Qi'an remained noncommittal.

"To be honest, like the young master, I also carry a deep-seated hatred and cannot sleep at night. In the dead of night, I dream of killing my enemy and asking him where his conscience is when he hurt people for no reason. I also fantasize about skinning him alive, leaving his body to rot in the wilderness, so that he will die a terrible death and his soul will never find peace."

When Xiao Qi'an heard Chu Yun say this, her voice grew colder with each word, her resentment no less than his.

Xiao Qi'an felt a sudden pang in his heart, a pang of sadness mixed with a sense of kinship with Chu Yun.

They had similar backgrounds, so she probably understood him better than others.

Therefore, it wouldn't hurt for her to hear what I just said.

The murderous intent in Xiao Qi'an's heart faded.

He needs someone to confide in, but whether that person lives or dies is entirely up to him.

Since Zuo Chuyun was unaware of Shigu's whereabouts, she was no longer of any use to him, and he had no trouble finding someone else to replace her.