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

Chu Yun stared coldly at Mo Xing, her beautiful eyes devoid of any emotion. "That day, I jumped into the bottom of the Broken Soul Cliff, barely escaping with my life. To survive, I endured excruciating pain that would flare up every few days. Dying is easy, of course; what's difficult is living a painful life. Do you think I would let you die so easily?"

Mo Xing's face turned even paler. "The Xiao family has been kind to me, and Xiao Qi'an has a request, which I cannot refuse. In the end, it is I who have harmed you. I am sorry."

"What a convenient excuse to repay kindness, which allows one to abandon conscience and ruthlessly kill complete strangers," Chu Yun said sarcastically.

She suddenly reached out her hand. "I don't want you to die. I want you to live in as much pain as I do. This is a poison I concocted. Taking it won't kill you immediately, but the poison will gradually spread to your internal organs, making you wish you were dead. You said you were sorry to me, so let me see how long your apology can sustain you through this excruciating pain."

Upon hearing this, Mo Xing actually smiled. "If I can satisfy you, will you forgive me?"

His gaze remained fixed on Chu Yun, but he saw her raise an eyebrow at him, seemingly surprised, but her face quickly turned cold. Mo Xing felt bitter and could only pick up the porcelain bottle, forcing himself to say, "I was just daydreaming."

He returned to Qingshan Temple and didn't go to see Chu Yun for a long time. Besides needing to recover from his injuries, there was another important reason: he didn't know how to face Chu Yun.

He was a Buddhist disciple, who should have renounced worldly desires and not be involved in romantic love. Although, according to his master, he had never been a Buddhist and still had worldly desires, and could not be considered a monk, but only held the title, Mo Xing never thought of developing a romantic relationship with a woman.

He hid in the temple to sort out his emotions, giving himself a chance as well as giving Chu Yun a chance. He actually hoped that Chu Yun would come to him. If Chu Yun really liked him, he thought he would abandon everything and go with Chu Yun.

Unexpectedly, in the end, not only did he not wait for Chu Yun to come to him, but he also received an invitation from Xiao Yue Manor to Chu Yun and Xiao Qi'an get married.

Before Mo Xing could even grieve, he soon received a handwritten letter from Chu Yun.

In her letter, Chu Yun revealed that she was the Holy Maiden of Poison Heart Valley, who had escaped with her life and was plotting revenge. She wanted Mo Xing to always remember the sins he had committed and wait for her to take his life.

Mo Xing was initially unwilling to believe everything in the letter, but he knew very well that Chu Yun knew the exact details of the chase over those days and nights. It was impossible for her not to be the saintess he was chasing.

It took him a long time to accept this fact, and the torment he endured during that time was no less than being slowly tortured to death.

Mo Xing knew very well that all of Chu Yun's previous affection for him was fake. She just wanted to see him suffer after he learned the truth. But even though he knew that those past memories were Chu Yun's tricks, he still couldn't help but think of the tenderness she had given him.

He starved himself for several days as if in self-torture, punishing himself where Chu Yun couldn't see him, but he still forced himself to survive, waiting to keep his appointment with Chu Yun today.

Mo Xing had already decided that if Chu Yun wanted to today, he could give up his life at any time.

He hadn't expected that Chu Yun's hatred for him would be so deep, so deep that she wouldn't give him a quick death, but instead made him suffer a month of self-blame and mental torment before dying in agony.

Then so be it, as she wishes.

Mo Xing swallowed the medicine with a smile. Just as Chu Yun had said, a sharp pain immediately shot through his internal organs, making his scalp tingle. His body trembled slightly, and his face was covered in cold sweat. He forced a smile at Chu Yun and said, "I'm sorry."

Chu Yun was silent for a moment, then said, "It's too late."

She turned around and, as she walked, said to Chu Wenshu, whose face was full of displeasure, "Chu Wenshu, let's go."

Seeing that Mo Xing remained standing in place while only Chu Yun walked away, Chu Wenshu smiled and said happily, "Good."

He jogged over to Chu Yun, beaming, "Sister Wen, let's go home!"

A smug expression appeared on his face. He turned around and gave Mo Xing a smug sidelong glance.

Mo Xingben was in excruciating pain. Seeing Chu Wenshu's clueless and stupid appearance, his head throbbed even more. A sense of desolation welled up in his heart. Chu Yun truly hated the four of them to the core and wanted to make them wish they were dead before she could vent her hatred.

The pain disrupted his thoughts, and soon he lost the ability to think. He couldn't help but bend down and hold onto the tree to prevent himself from falling in a sorry state.

The veins on his hands bulged, his fingernails dug into the tree bark, and he felt a wave of dizziness.

When the excruciating pain subsided, Chu Yun and Chu Wenshu had already disappeared.

*

"Sister Wen, he's so annoying, can we get rid of him?" Chu Wenshu sat by the fire, unable to help but complain. As he spoke, he threw a stone hard at a distance behind him.

The sharp-edged stone rolled to Mo Xing's feet. He clasped his hands together and smiled at Chu Wenshu.

The medicine given by Chu Yun did not cause Mo Xing to suffer from excruciating pain all the time, but rather to have intermittent attacks. After regaining consciousness, he followed the road to Poison Heart Valley according to his memory and indeed saw Chu Yun and Chu Wenshu. He followed them for seven days.

During this time, he fainted from the pain several times. Whenever Chu Wenshu thought he had left and finally felt relieved, he would follow him again.

After several repetitions, Chu Wenshu was almost like a frightened bird, but he dared not urge Chu Yun to hurry up. He could only sulk to himself. Today, he couldn't help but complain. He was so angry at Mo Xing's laughter that he almost fell over. He let out a cold snort from his nose and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Chu Yun was focused on grilling the food in her hands, without even looking up. "If he wants to come, let him come. Anyway, he won't be able to stay for long."

"How do you know he won't stay for long, Sister Wen? What if he shamelessly follows you all the way? Are you going to let him come home with you?" Chu Wenshu said in a muffled voice.

“He won’t have that chance,” Chu Yun said calmly.

Chu Wenshu was half-believing and half-doubting, but his eyes lit up.

He thought Chu Yun meant that Mo Xing was not worthy of going home with her, but only Mo Xing knew that Chu Yun meant he would die before reaching their destination.

Mo Xing's body, nearing its end, clearly told him that Chu Yun was right.

He could very well die someday in the future, perhaps tomorrow, perhaps the day after, or perhaps today.

Mo Xing curled his lips into a smile, his gaze fixed on the air, unfocused.

He knew he was doomed, but he wanted to send Chu Yun home before he died so that he could atone for all his sins and repay all that he owed her. Only then would he dare to pray to the gods and Buddhas to grant him a reunion with Chu Yun in the next life.

Five days later, Chu Yun and Chu Wenshu took shelter from the snowstorm in a dilapidated temple. After the snowstorm stopped, the two continued on their way. Chu Wenshu looked back but did not see Mo Xing. He muttered to himself, "That annoying guy should be back soon. He's so irritating!"

But he didn't see that a few feet behind him, the annoying guy he was talking about had his eyes closed, his body stiff, leaning against a dead tree, and had stopped breathing forever. Before he died, his hands were clasped together, as if he was praying to the gods for something.