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

"That day, the king confessed his feelings to A-Yun, but A-Yun hesitated and was only interested in revenge."

I had a sudden realization today, a moment of profound insight, and it made me realize that life is fleeting and should not be wasted.

You cherish me, pity me, know me, and understand me. I, A-Yun, am deeply moved and wish to give you my sincere heart.

Tomorrow at Chenshi (7-9 AM), I look forward to meeting you at Chengxin Pavilion.

A thin piece of paper revealed Chu Yun's true feelings. Only now did Xiao Qi'an realize that the usually cold and aloof Chu Yun also had such sincere and passionate emotions, but he was simply unworthy to see them.

Xiao Qi'an's hand tightened suddenly as he gripped the letter, his heart clenching as an unbearable pain surged through him, even more painful than when he had just witnessed Chu Yun leave.

Chu Yun's letter shattered Xiao Qi'an's last remaining hope. He could no longer deceive himself: Chu Yun might not like Gu Huaizhi, or even if she did, it might not be very deep. He could take advantage of the fact that their feelings for each other were not yet deep and sever their ties so that Chu Yun would willingly come to his side.

Chu Yun's heartfelt words in the letter were so sincere that she was willing to offer her true heart in exchange for Gu Huaizhi's, which was tantamount to shattering Xiao Qi'an's heart.

He felt a sharp, heart-wrenching pain, and even though he was wearing a cloak, he was still terribly cold.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable, covered with layers of ice. Suddenly, a smile appeared on his pale face, cold and eerie.

Gradually, his smile deepened and his laughter grew louder. He seemed to have changed completely, his soul torn between two opposing forces. One side urged him to let go and let go of the woman he loved and his best friend, while the other side ordered him not to pretend to be accommodating and to use every means to get what he wanted.

Memories swirled in his mind: how he secretly envied Ah Lin for receiving guidance from his grandfather when he was young; how his parents, covered in blood and with pained expressions, collapsed in front of him; how he was awakened by nightmares countless days and nights, sitting blankly until dawn... Those painful memories were vivid in his mind, gradually eroding Xiao Qi'an's rationality.

Why should he have to work so hard?

He is not willing!

In a daze, those painful images flashed by, and a red figure appeared before his eyes. The figure walked towards him step by step, accompanied by the sound of bells, which soothed all his unease and pain.

The sense of peace that came to Xiao Qi'an made him realize that he could give up everything in this life, but he could never give up Chu Yun. She was the only ray of light in his desolate life, a hope that he would hold onto even if it meant flying like a moth to a flame.

He composed his almost distorted expression, casually tossing the letter into the stove. Flames erupted, instantly turning the letter to ashes.

Xiao Qi'an watched as scattered ashes leaped out of the brazier, carried away by the wind, struggling to drift out of the room, only to be brought back by the wind that had changed direction.

He found it quite amusing; these specks of ashes were like himself, struggling and suffering but unable to find relief, only able to degenerate step by step, straying further and further from his true self.

The difference is that his fate will not be in the hands of a wavering wind; he will make good use of today's opportunity to turn the tide.

“Shadow One,” Xiao Qi’an suddenly spoke.

A man dressed in black, almost blending into the black pillar, strode forward and said in a deep voice, "Young Master."

"I need you to go to the Valley of the Holy Healer and deliver this letter to the Seventh Elder." Xiao Qi'an took out the letter he had already written. He knew that once this letter was sent out, his brotherhood with Gu Huaizhi would probably be severed. So he had been hesitant to take this step, but now he made up his mind to send the letter out.

"Yes."

Yingyi received the letter and left quickly.

*

Chu Wenshu witnessed the maid carrying the letter into Xiao Qi'an's courtyard, and when she came out, her hands were empty.

He originally intended to use the same trick again, going up to the roof to check, but he did not expect that there was a top expert inside. He was almost discovered and had no choice but to jump down from the roof and guard outside the courtyard.

He stood there for a long time before finally seeing a suspicious black figure leap over the courtyard wall and quickly disappear into the vast snow.

After hesitating several times, Xiao Qi'an ultimately did not chase after them.

Sister Wen's letter was taken away by Xiao Qi'an's men, it had nothing to do with him. The letter would not reach Gu Huaizhi, it had even less to do with him. He should be innocent and blameless. Let Xiao Qi'an use any dirty tricks he might have.

Chu Wenshu stood in the snow for a long time, until snowflakes fell into his hair and a chill ran through him, before he stiffly took a step.

Walking in the cold wind, Chu Wenshu couldn't help but ask himself: What kind of person am I?

Even when he had lost all his memories and had no one else to rely on, he was never this lost. But now he had to face himself. He felt that he must not have been a good person before, otherwise how could he have watched Xiao Qi'an scheme against Sister Wen without doing anything, and even couldn't help but feel happy and glad that he could reap the benefits?

Perhaps his amnesia is a punishment from God for the many bad things he did in the past.

Chu Wenshu was in a daze and unknowingly walked to the outside of Chu Yun's room.

The snow outside was heavy, and Chu Yun's room was not as open as before; instead, the door was tightly shut.

Through the door, Chu Wenshu couldn't see what was inside, let alone Chu Yun. His face, stiff and aching from the cold, couldn't manage a smile. He didn't know why he was standing there. The world was so vast, and he had nowhere else to go. Only by staying where Chu Yun was could he feel a sense of peace.

And so, Chu Wenshu stood in the wind and snow for a long time, seemingly oblivious to the cold.

"squeak--"

The door, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened, and Chu Wenshu, caught off guard, unexpectedly met Chu Yun's gaze.

"Wen Shu? Why are you standing in the snow? Come in quickly!"

Chu Wenshu saw the concern on Chu Yun's face and felt a warmth in his heart. He opened his mouth to speak, but instead let out a heart-wrenching cough.

Chu Yun descended the steps, took Chu Wenshu's hand, and led him back to the room. Then she closed the door, turned around, and looked at Chu Wenshu, who was standing there in a daze. She couldn't help but frown, reached out to brush the snow off Chu Wenshu, handed him the hand warmer in her hand, and took off her cloak and draped it over him.

"Why are you spacing out? I'm asking you a question. What are you doing standing outside the door? You're covered in snow, didn't you even bring an umbrella?"

Chu Yun's words startled Chu Wenshu, who was still in a daze. To be precise, ever since Chu Yun took his hand, he felt as if he were floating on clouds, not to mention her subsequent series of caring actions, which made him feel as if he were in a dream.

The cold, biting wind made his voice a little hoarse. "I... forgot to bring an umbrella. I saw the door was closed and was afraid something might happen to my sister, so I didn't dare to bother her."

"That's funny. I've never seen you afraid of bothering me before. Fine, if you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask." Chu Yun smiled, shook her head helplessly, and walked past Chu Wenshu, seemingly going off to do something.

Upon hearing this, Chu Wenshu panicked and instinctively reached out to grab Chu Yun's sleeve.