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

"It's you!" Chu Yun exclaimed in surprise.

Yan Jinyu was also somewhat surprised. Why would Lin Chuyun appear here?

He had noticed someone approaching, but the person was weak and didn't know martial arts, so he didn't pay any attention to him.

The newcomer watched him practice his sword without making a sound, and didn't seem like someone looking for trouble or revenge. After finishing his sword practice, Yan Jinyu thought about leaving.

To his surprise, she followed him, and Yan Jinyu turned around to look.

Little did they expect that this person would be Chu Yun.

"What are you doing here?" Yan Jinyu asked.

The young man's voice was deep and pleasant, and Chu Yun felt inexplicably hot.

Not only were they mesmerized by watching others practice swordsmanship, but they also tried to catch up with them, which was truly shameful.

Chu Yun lowered her eyes slightly, "I...I...I came to the mountain to enjoy the scenery and accidentally wandered into this place. I'm really sorry for disturbing your sword practice, young master."

The young girl bowed gracefully, her thick eyelashes clumped together, and her fair face was tinged with a blush, making her look shy and somewhat nervous.

Yan Jinyu frowned. When she first met Chu Yun, even with a sword pointed at her, Chu Yun remained calm and composed.

Why are you being so hesitant this time?

"No need to apologize, it's just a small matter," Yan Jinyu said.

“Since you’re here to enjoy the scenery, I won’t disturb you any longer,” he said.

This means that he or she is leaving.

Chu Yun opened her lips, wanting to call out to him, but had no excuse. She couldn't help but clench the handkerchief in her hand and lower her head even further.

After today's parting, I don't know when I will see him again.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of wind breaking. Chu Yun looked up and saw a flying sword heading straight for her.

Her limbs stiffened, a chill ran down her back, and her pupils contracted in shock. She stood motionless.

As the sword was about to reach her, Chu Yun couldn't help but close her eyes, her face filled with despair.

The sword grazed her cheek and flew backward.

After waiting a while and without feeling any pain, Chu Yun tried to open her eyes.

Yan Jinyu was walking quickly towards her, his gaze passing over her and looking behind her.

Chu Yun turned her head slightly and saw a snake coiled on the branch of the peach tree she had just leaned against. A sword was stuck in the snake's body, pinning it firmly to the tree.

The snake's head drooped limply, it was dead beyond any doubt.

When Chu Yun saw the snake and the sword, she realized that she had just escaped death and had been given a second chance at life.

Her hands and feet were ice-cold, devoid of any warmth; it was as if her soul had been ripped out, leaving only an empty shell.

Yan Jinyu brushed past Chu Yun, leaped up, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and drew it.

As the sword departed, the snake's body fell to the ground, only a few steps away from Chu Yun.

Chu Yun stared blankly at the snake on the ground, her heart clenching painfully.

Yan Jinyu took out his sword and frowned when he saw the blood on the tip.

The mask concealed the disgust on his face, otherwise it would have ruined his composure.

He turned around and looked at Chu Yun.

But Chu Yun was stunned and looked like she had lost her soul.

Yan Jinyu raised an eyebrow, finding it uninteresting.

She's so scared by just a snake; no wonder she's a pampered young lady.

He didn't have the leisure to coax the young lady into smiling or offer her a few words of comfort.

His willingness to save her was already the greatest act of mercy he could show.

Turning her gaze away, Yan Jinyu picked up her sword and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, a woman's exclamation reached my ears.

Yan Jinyu moved very quickly, from drawing her sword to sheathing it, it only took a few breaths.

In that short time, Chu Yun witnessed a snake die and roll away not far from her, and the shock she received was considerable.

The pain in her heart brought her back to her senses.

Chu Yun's face turned pale instantly. The joy of escaping death and the fear of hanging by a thread were mixed together, making her fragile heart unable to bear it.

The feeling of suffocation came suddenly, and the pain of her heart being squeezed forced her to make a sound.

She couldn't help but clutch her chest; her limbs, weakened by fear, could no longer support her as she stood.

She took two steps back, her whole body swaying precariously.

Hearing the sound, Yan Jinyu reluctantly came to Chu Yun's side and pulled her back from falling.

The first thing I felt was her icy body temperature.

Yan Jinyu originally thought that Chu Yun was just frightened and that was why her reaction was a bit strong. She never expected that Chu Yun would have another episode.

When Yan Jinyu saw her pale face, he was shocked.

"what happened to you?"

Chu Yun was in too much pain to respond to him, so she collapsed onto him and threw herself into his arms.

The girl's soft body crashed down on him; it didn't hurt, but it was a feeling Yan Jinyu had never experienced before.

He instinctively dropped the sword in his hand and caught the girl.

Chu Yun rested her head on Yan Jinyu's shoulder, already in so much pain that she lost consciousness.

Even if Yan Jinyu had romantic thoughts, they would vanish completely when she thought of Chu Yun's illness.

"Wake up, where is your maid?" Yan Jinyu asked.

No one answered. Yan Jinyu frowned. There was no village or shop in sight. Chu Yun's illness had flared up suddenly. How could she be saved?

He picked Chu Yun up in his arms, looked at her pale face, and felt a pang of pity. He took large strides and prepared to go down the mountain.

As Yan Jinyu passed by the pavilion, she heard a faint sound.

"Pocket...medicine..."

It turned out that Chu Yun had regained a sliver of consciousness and was speaking to him intermittently.

Guessing the meaning behind Chu Yun's words, Yan Jinyu hurriedly entered the pavilion and placed Chu Yun on a bench.

She squinted, her chest heaving violently as she struggled to breathe.

After helping her to sit upright and steady, Yan Jinyu squatted down and reached out to untie the purse around Chu Yun's waist.

Opening her purse, Yan Jinyu indeed saw a familiar-looking medicine bottle and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He took out a pill, sat down next to Chu Yun, and prepared to feed it to her.

Suddenly, he realized that she was too weak to swallow the pills, and if they got stuck in her throat, it could really cost her her life.

Just as she was getting irritated, she heard the sound of flowing water. Yan Jinyu's expression relaxed, and she quickly walked to the spring.

He casually picked a large leaf from the tree, rolled it into a funnel shape, scooped up a handful of water, and hurried back to Chu Yun's side.

With water, it's much easier to take the pills.

Seeing that Chu Yun had taken the medicine and her breathing had become easier, Yan Jinyu's tense heart slowly relaxed.

"Water," she murmured, her lips pale and colorless.

Seeing his pitiful state, Yan Jinyu had no choice but to fetch some more water.

Because Chu Yun was too weak, Yan Jinyu had to do the drinking water for her.

To make it easier to feed Chu Yun water, he put his right arm around Chu Yun's shoulder and held the water in a leaf in his left hand, feeding it to Chu Yun.

Using a leaf to hold water was not a good idea; as Chu Yun drank, water leaked out, and soon the water stains soaked the front of her clothes.

From a distance, a strange man was seen holding Chu Yun in his arms, and they were very intimate.

When Qingyuan, Qingying, and Song Zhaoming, who had come along, saw this scene, they were so shocked that they could not contain themselves.

"Let her go!" Song Zhaoming roared and rushed out in one stride.

Yan Jinyu looked in the direction of the sound and saw a dark figure rushing towards him at an extremely fast speed.

He could sense that the newcomer carried murderous intent.

Yan Jinyu frowned, and her gaze turned unfriendly.

He and Song Zhaoming locked eyes, the air thick with tension.