Quick Transmigration: The Yandere Boss Pretends to Be Well After He's Gone Mad

When Jiang Xiyu saw that he finally responded, he felt inexplicably relieved. He was no longer as tense as before, so he used his hands to support himself and tried to get up.

But with no feeling in her legs, Jiang Xiyu lost her balance and almost fell backward.

Suddenly, her arm was grabbed by a hand that still retained warmth. Jiang Xiyu, who was leaning backward, was turned in a different direction by his force and fell towards him, surrounded by a cold fragrance.

After all, what was lunging at them was a man's body.

Shiga's figure trembled slightly from the impact, but after catching him, he did not immediately let go.

Jiang Xiyu rested her head on his shoulder, the familiar scent of temple incense lingering in her nostrils.

After a long pause to catch his breath, he belatedly felt a little embarrassed and struggled to say, "Master, I..."

Shiga said calmly, "Don't move..."

He seemed to realize something was wrong, and spoke calmly, yet his tone left no room for argument.

Jiang Xiyu really didn't dare to move anymore. He used Shijia's strength to wait for the sore and numb feeling to dissipate.

After everything returned to normal, Jiang Xiyu seemed to be getting up.

This time, Shiga released his hand from supporting him.

Jiang Xiyu stood in front of him, about to move, when his cold gaze suddenly fell on her again, as if following her.

He paused, then turned and looked around.

The Zen cave had become completely dark.

Jiang Xiyu's pupils also turned into a diffuse circle, and he could see everything in the night. Seeing the lotus lamps arranged in circles around him, he used magic to light them up.

The moment it was lit, the light spread out like ripples on water.

The candlelight flickered, casting overlapping shadows on the mural.

Jiang Xiyu finished all this and lowered her head slightly.

Golden light floated around Shiga, who sat cross-legged with his eyes lowered, as if the Buddha in the mural had appeared in person, with distinct features, solemn and holy.

Jiang Xiyu, looking down at Shijia, felt it was inappropriate to be looking down at him like that, so he half-squatted down to look him in the eye.

Shiga looked up at him, his gaze unchanged, as if he hadn't felt any emotion during their embrace.

Jiang Xiyu, on the other hand, was unsettled by the hug. Even though he used the excuse of a close relative, his heart couldn't lie, and his thoughts were still in turmoil.

However, Shiga didn't care, and Jiang Xiyu naturally didn't think too much about it. She just looked at him with gentle and devout eyes.

Shiga's furrowed brows suddenly tightened even more. Jiang Xiyu stared at his eyes and brows, momentarily stunned, a feeling she couldn't quite describe welling up inside her.

I don't know how to describe it, but when I saw this person, my heart felt full and I felt very at peace.

A hint of a smile appeared in Jiang Xiyu's eyes.

Shiga gazed quietly at his smiling eyes and brows. The surrounding light and shadow seemed to soothe the emotions between his brows, making him appear inexplicably gentle.

Jiang Xiyu was worried about him, and patiently asked again, "Master, are you alright?"

Shiga replied calmly, "I am unharmed."

Jiang Xiyu hesitated for a moment, as if considering how to start the conversation.

Seeing that he hesitated to speak, Shiga asked gently, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xiyu's eyes flickered slightly, but she still asked the question that concerned her the most.

Because when he asked Jinglian, Jinglian also said she didn't know.

Jiang Xiyu lowered his voice and asked, "Master, is your backlash healed?"

Shiga pursed his lips slightly, not answering immediately.

He looked at Jiang Xiyu, something flashing across his dark eyes in an instant.

Jiang Xiyu waited for a while and saw that Shijia didn't seem inclined to speak. He had also gotten used to Shijia's attitude of not responding to questions he didn't want to answer.

But he was also genuinely worried, and after a moment's hesitation, he wanted to touch Shiga's hand.

Jiang Xiyu explained, "Master, let me take a look at you."

Shiga's eyes flickered slightly, then he looked away. His handsome, indifferent face showed no emotion, so he neither agreed nor refused.

Jiang Xiyu took it as a tacit agreement and slowly reached out to grasp his wrists, wanting to examine them.

Generally speaking, if a Shiga has not restored his mana, his hands will have a slight warmth.

The temperature wasn't obvious, but it was still perceptible.

Shiga, now restored to his magical powers and blessed with a golden body, truly resembled a cold, lifeless crystal Buddha statue, utterly devoid of warmth, let alone being warmed up.

Jiang Xiyu touched his hand very gently, as if afraid of overstepping her bounds and disrespecting him.

His fingertips barely touched Shiga's wrist bone, and he felt the blood flowing through Shiga's body heating up, which immediately chilled him to the bone.

It still has warmth.

Three months have passed, and the mage's magical powers still haven't recovered...

Jiang Xiyu was truly baffled.

He frowned, seemingly in disbelief, and pushed his fingertip in another inch.

In the end, without exception, the monk did not regain his golden body.

Jiang Xiyu's face turned ashen, as if he had lost his magic power.

He said to Shiga, "Master, how is this possible? Why can't your magical power return?"

Shiga looked up at him, the flickering candlelight in his eyes seemingly extinguished.

His expression was indifferent; he simply took Jiang Xiyu's hand lightly and pulled it away from his wrist.

His snow-white sleeves lightly covered his wrists, concealing the lingering warmth of Jiang Xiyu's touch.

Jiang Xiyu looked worried and felt somewhat melancholy.

Shiga couldn't bear to see him frown. After gazing at him for a moment, he spoke as if to comfort him: "This is the practice that the Buddha gave me. You don't need to worry."

That means that when it's time to recover, it will naturally recover.

After listening, Jiang Xiyu's furrowed brows softened.

I've heard that in Buddhist practice, whether good or bad, everything is a matter of opportunity.

Jiang Xiyu relaxed a little and smiled at Shijia, revealing deep dimples.

"Since the Master has said so, then I will listen to the Master. I just hope that the Master will get better soon."

Shiga looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then hummed in agreement.

The candlelight flickered, and something flashed before my eyes for a fleeting moment.

Jiang Xiyu glanced down and noticed the object that had landed on the lotus platform.

He quickly picked up the prayer beads from the ground, carefully wiped them with his sleeve, and then presented them to Shiga with both hands, smiling as he said, "Master, your prayer beads..."

Shiga was momentarily lost in thought, and his heart trembled for a second.

She recalled the panic she felt when she tried to stop the person in front of her, and how she dropped the bead.

He slightly tucked his fingers together, paused for a moment, and was about to raise his hand to take it.

Jiang Xiyu suddenly leaned towards him, her hair slipping off her shoulder and falling into Shijia's hand.

As his hair swept past, the string of beads was placed on his wrist.

After Jiang Xiyu personally put the cord on for him, she raised her eyes with a devout expression.

The distance was so close, yet the movements were so gentle, but to Shiga, they seemed to stretch on endlessly.

His hand holding the prayer beads tightened involuntarily, but what he touched was not the expected coldness of the beads, but rather soft and warm...

That was Jiang Xiyu's hand, which had not yet left hers.