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

"what!"

Gu Huaizhi finally couldn't bear the torment of the dream and suddenly woke up.

My head was throbbing, and even after I woke up, the woman's hysterical voice still echoed in my ears, lingering like a death curse.

He wiped his face with his hand, his hand soaked with tears. In the darkness, by the moonlight, Gu Huaizhi stared blankly at his hand, then suddenly laughed out loud.

Secrets he dared not let anyone know drifted into his dreams, and a heart full of pain squeezed his heart. Only the bone-chilling cold and the throbbing pain in his chest made him feel that he was still alive.

He couldn't stop laughing, choked himself, and then coughed violently.

Hearing the commotion, the servant outside the door asked, "Young Master Gu, you're awake. Drinking is bad for your health. The young master instructed us to prepare a hangover soup, saying that once you're awake, you must drink a bowl to avoid a headache."

His response was a furious shout, "Get out!"

Doctor Gu was known for his kindness, and the servant never expected that such a polite and respectful person would tell him to get out. He stood there stunned for a moment, and when he heard that there was no sound in the room, he mustered up his courage and said, "Young Master Gu, drink some hangover soup before you go to sleep."

This time, what came from inside wasn't just the word "get out," but also the sound of a teacup shattering.

The servant was startled and dared not say another word, slinking away in disgrace.

Gu Huaizhi's head throbbed with pain, and his hand trembled slightly as he smashed the teacup. He was in so much pain—his head ached, his chest ached, and his internal organs ached as well. No one knew how much he was suffering.

“I already have the blood curse to cure him, and I’ve kept my promise to be by his side whenever he needs me. Why won’t you let me go?”

He muttered to himself, alone, and it was unclear who he was speaking to.

Darkness amplifies one's senses infinitely, multiplying even the slightest pain. In a daze, Gu Huaizhi felt as if he had returned to that rainy night, to that dark room, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

He threw off the covers, went barefoot to the ground, staggered across the floor, and frantically headed for the door, searching for that faint glimmer of light outside.

Pushing open the door, a biting cold wind rushed in, seeping through the thin nightgown and splattering on my face, making me shiver.

Gu Huaizhi ignored him and stepped over the threshold. A chilling sensation spread from the soles of his feet, up his calves and thighs, and flowed throughout his body.

The snow from last night had not yet melted, and half an hour ago it started snowing heavily again. Layer upon layer of snow covered the ground, and you could feel the chill just by standing under the eaves, without even getting close.

How cold and painful would it be for a mortal to walk barefoot on the snow?

But no matter how cold or painful it was, it couldn't compare to the pain in Gu Huaizhi's heart.

He walked aimlessly through the snow like a lost soul, only the endless pain in his body could alleviate some of the despair in his heart.

Gazing at the vast, boundless white snowfield, Gu Huaizhi's mind was filled with the image of his mother's bloodstained face, the crimson color permeating everything. From that moment on, his world was plunged into darkness.

The snowflakes and cold wind did not stop because of Gu Huaizhi's appearance; on the contrary, they relentlessly swept him away.

His long eyelashes were covered with snowflakes, and his face was frosty. His hands, feet, and face were red from the cold, while his lips were as pale as paper.

I walked aimlessly like that, my feet completely numb.

Gu Huaizhi prayed in his heart that it would be better if Heaven took him away as well, rather than leaving him in the world to suffer.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and in a daze, he saw a bright red color that overlapped with the bloodstains in his memory.

Did Heaven hear his call and come to take him away?

This was Gu Huaizhi's only thought. His stoic spirit collapsed, and his body crumbled like a mountain, falling into the boundless snow.

All the resentment, unwillingness, and pain were hidden in the wind and snow. In the very end, a faint sound of bells rang in my ears.

*

When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by a dim, yellowish light.

When he woke up again and found that he was not dead, Gu Huaizhi lay quietly on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, his eyes vacant, completely devoid of his usual spirit, as if he had lost his soul.

He was covered with thick blankets, and the room was heated by an underfloor heating system with charcoal fires burning. He wasn't cold at all, but Gu Huaizhi's heart was filled with an unyielding chill.

The bell that rang before he lost consciousness rang again, slowly approaching, but Gu Huaizhi ignored it and remained motionless.

The bell stopped ringing, and someone stood at the head of his bed.

"you're awake."

The voice was very familiar. Without even looking, Gu Huaizhi knew who it was just from the sound of the voice and the ringing of the bells.

He opened his mouth, his throat dry, his voice thick with nasal congestion.

"Why are you here?"

Strict and methodical, devoid of emotion, without doubt or speculation, as calm as a stagnant pool.

"Xiaobai sneaked into your yard, and when I came out to look for her, I unexpectedly saw you."

The girl's clear, cool voice rang out.

"I see. Thank you. I'm fine now. You can go back."

In short, they apologized and tried to get rid of Chu Yun as soon as possible.

"I can leave, but you have to drink the hangover soup and ginger soup first. If you do, I'll leave without saying a word."

Gu Huaizhi originally thought that his indifferent attitude would drive people away immediately, but he did not expect Chu Yun to say such a thing. So he turned his head blankly and his gaze fell on Chu Yun.

The girl held a tray with two bowls on it. Steam rose from the two bowls, one on each side, blurring her face. Only her beautiful eyes, filled with concern, were clearly visible to Gu Huaizhi, even through the mist.

He stretched his hand out from under the covers and laid it across the bed. "I'll drink."

Chu Yun shook her head, placed the tray on the table, and grasped Gu Huaizhi's large hand with one hand.

The soft, warm touch made Gu Huaizhi realize that what had fallen into his hand was not a medicine bowl, but Chu Yun's hand. He tried to pull his hand back, but it was held tightly.

The next moment, Chu Yun sat on the edge of his bed, her other hand reaching under his back to help him sit up.

"Let go!" he shouted.

Chu Yun remained unmoved and continued to exert force. Her strength was immense. Gu Huaizhi, chilled and weak, was unable to break free for a moment and was helped up by Chu Yun with wide eyes.

The two had moved to Chu Yun embracing Gu Huaizhi from behind, one hand on his right shoulder and the other holding his left hand, while Gu Huaizhi leaned against Chu Yun's chest.

In this situation, Gu Huaizhi felt no despair whatsoever, only endless shame and embarrassment.

"Let go!" he shouted.

"Sit still, and I'll let go," the woman whispered in my ear.

Gu Huaizhi's body stiffened slightly, and he said in a barely audible voice, "Okay."

Chu Yun then let go of his hand and slowly stood up.

As the warmth on his back suddenly left, Gu Huaizhi's stiff body gradually relaxed. He opened his mouth to say something, when a bowl suddenly appeared in front of him.

"You promised yourself, so drink it now!"