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

Chu Yun, holding an umbrella, walked through the snow. When she arrived at Chengxin Pavilion, it was not yet Chenshi (7-9 AM). She closed the umbrella, put it aside, and sat on a stone bench to wait quietly. Her gaze fell on the snowflakes fluttering outside the pavilion, watching them move with the wind, which amused her.

Xiao Qi'an hid in a pavilion on the north-south side of Chengxin Pavilion, watching Chu Yun's every move from above.

He knew very well that the letter had not been delivered to Gu Huaizhi, and that Chu Yun would not be able to find him today.

Afterwards, Chu Yun would definitely go to Gu Huaizhi to ask him for clarification, but by then, Gu Huaizhi would have already been sent away by him, and Chu Yun would only find him empty-handed.

As long as Gu Huaizhi leaves after Chenshi (7-9 AM) today, there will be more room for maneuver. With a little enticement, Chu Yun can be convinced that Gu Huaizhi broke his promise to her for something else.

Chu Yun already found it difficult to trust others. Once this matter was over, no matter how Gu Huaizhi explained, he would be at a disadvantage in front of Chu Yun. Moreover, Xiao Qi'an would not give Gu Huaizhi any time to explain.

Once he persuades Chu Yun to marry him, everything will be settled, and even if Gu Huaizhi returns, it will be difficult to change the situation.

One scheme after another, Xiao Qi'an went through all his plans in his mind again and again. His narrow eyes showed a hint of smugness, and his eyes were deep and dark, like dark clouds on the horizon, churning with emotions that others could not see through.

The snow fell even harder, turning the originally fine snowflakes into large, fluffy snowflakes that pelted the ground and accumulated into a thick layer. Xiao Qi, who was sitting in the pavilion with a charcoal fire burning beside him, still felt cold. Chu Yun, on the other hand, seemed oblivious to the cold as she waited stubbornly in the drafty pavilion.

It was already past Chen Shi (7-9 AM), but Xiao Qi'an could tell that Chu Yun would not give up easily and that he would have to wait longer.

Even knowing that she was always like this, never giving up until she achieved her goal, Xiao Qi'an didn't believe that her long wait wasn't partly due to her affection for Gu Huaizhi.

Even knowing that Gu Huaizhi is breaking his promise, you still refuse to leave?

A surge of anger rose in Xiao Qi'an's chest. He slammed the hand warmer to the ground, almost unable to suppress the urge to rush down and take Chu Yun away.

But he couldn't. The longer he waited, the more desperate Chu Yun would become, and the more heartbroken she would feel towards Gu Huaizhi.

He had to hold back and not be soft-hearted.

Snowflakes fell heavily, almost completely obscuring one's vision. Chu Yun's figure appeared and disappeared in the snow, making it difficult for Xiao Qi'an to see clearly. The howling wind swept into the pavilion, rattling the doors and windows. It was freezing cold, and if Chu Yun continued to stay in the pavilion, she would probably fall ill.

Another gust of wind blew in, the cold almost freezing Xiao Qi'an's face. He could no longer hold back, he gripped the wheelchair handles with both hands, used all his strength, sweating profusely, and actually stood up.

With the use of the Xiaohan flower in medicine and the effects of the blood gu, Xiao Qi'an's legs had already begun to regain sensation long before Chu Yun and Gu Huaizhi returned. With the help of the Medical Sage, he tried to get out of bed and walk.

At first, he could hardly even get up, but gradually, with his continuous practice, he was able to successfully take one or two steps. Until yesterday, the effect was getting better and better. He was confident that today he could stand tall and proud, step by step, in front of Chu Yun.

He wanted Chu Yun to know: Gu Huaizhi has wronged you, but I will not. No matter how difficult it is, I will come to you.

Although I had practiced for a while, every step I took was still excruciatingly painful. My legs, which I had never used before, felt like an old, worn-out machine. Even though they were still usable, it was still more difficult for me than for a normal person.

Xiao Qi'an leaned against the wall and walked down the stairs step by step. Even though it was difficult, his heart was filled with joy. Soon he would be able to take Chu Yun away and let her see with her own eyes that he could stand up again and let her know that he was someone she could rely on.

The pavilion and Chengxin Pavilion were not far apart. Xiao Qi'an left the pavilion, holding an umbrella, and walked slowly but firmly toward Chu Yun. He regarded this path as his own spiritual practice, and walked it with piety and sincerity.

As the blurry face gradually became clearer in his vision, Xiao Qi'an knew that he would soon be able to see Chu Yun and that his wish would soon be fulfilled. His joy was even greater, and he almost forgot the stinging pain in his legs. He just tried his best to take big steps forward.

As he drew closer to Chengxin Pavilion, Chu Yun's figure became increasingly clear.

The woman sat on the stone bench, expressionless, her gaze fixed on the air, seemingly lost in thought. Hearing footsteps, her eyes brightened, a glimmer of light appearing, but it vanished in an instant as she turned her head to look.

The moment Xiao Qi'an met Chu Yun's gaze, his heart skipped a beat. He felt a long-lost sense of nervousness. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but under Chu Yun's disappointed gaze, he swallowed back all the words that were about to come out.

The fleeting look on Chu Yun's face clearly told Xiao Qi'an that he was not the person she wanted to see.

Feeling powerless and jealous, Xiao Qi'an knew these emotions were useless and would only hinder his journey with Chu Yun. So he tried to suppress these negative emotions, put on a smile, and made himself appear as gentle as possible, deliberately lowering and softening his voice, "Miss Wen, it's freezing cold here, and the snow is still falling. If you stay here any longer, your body might not be able to withstand it. Why don't you come back with me first? If you have any difficulties, feel free to tell me, and I will definitely help you."

Chu Yun's expression remained unchanged, and she didn't even blink. The long silence made Xiao Qi'an think that she wouldn't talk to him anymore, which made it difficult for Xiao Qi'an to maintain his smile.

"I'm fine, let's go."

Chu Yun's voice was dry and hoarse, and she dismissed Xiao Qi'an with just six words. He was initially happy that Chu Yun had spoken to him, but now he wished she would say nothing at all, so that he wouldn't know how sad she was or how much she didn't want to see him.

Yes, she was very sad, so sad that her face turned as white as a ghost, and she refused to leave the place to find a place to hide from the snow.

So sad that her voice became hoarse and unpleasant, she refused to leave the place and find a cup of tea to soothe her throat.

So sad that even though she saw him stand up, she didn't bother to say a word of concern to him.

She couldn't see anyone else; she only wanted to see Gu Huaizhi.

She didn't want to leave this place; she just wanted to wait for Gu Huaizhi to come and see her.

But he was also very sad, his heart was bleeding, Ah Yun, can't you see that?

Xiao Qi'an felt like a joke. All his scheming was no match for her love for others. All his efforts couldn't earn him even a glance from her.

When he spoke again, his tone became uncontrollably cold, tinged with urgency, "Miss Wen, I cannot stand idly by and do nothing. Do you have something urgent to attend to? Or are you waiting for someone? The heavy snow has blocked the roads, and perhaps the person you are waiting for will not arrive in time. Perhaps you should..."

Under Chu Yun's icy gaze, Xiao Qi'an failed to utter the rest of his words.