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

It took Jinglian a long time to process the news. He paced back and forth, glancing at Jiang Xiyu several times, but hesitated to speak.

He actually got married, something Jinglian had never expected.

Originally, they thought that if the little cat demon also liked the Buddha, then they could go with the flow of fate, and wherever fate led them would be their ending. But looking back, they realized that the ending had been predetermined from the very beginning.

They were destined to meet but not to be together; there was absolutely no chance.

This was their fate.

If he had known earlier, Jinglian could have admonished the Buddhist disciple and helped him to turn back from his misguided path. But now, for some reason, the moment he heard the news, only one thought remained in his mind.

That is, this matter must absolutely not be known to the Buddhist disciples.

Jinglian didn't even dare to think about the consequences. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that this tribulation of love that the Buddhist disciple had been subjected to was too unsolvable and too painful...

He looked at Jiang Xiyu and even absurdly thought that it would be better if he hadn't returned after going back to the demon realm. That way, at least the final outcome wouldn't have been so bitter.

He could have forgotten the world with the Buddhist disciples, instead of ending up in this situation where there is no way to advance or retreat.

After pondering for a long time, Jinglian forced a smile at Jiang Xiyu.

He pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Actually, the Buddha's feelings for you are just a glimmer of light in his long life, a drop in the ocean."

"Once the Buddhist disciple regains his magical powers and retrieves his golden body, his divinity will gradually make him forget these emotions."

"Therefore, please do not tell the Buddhist monk about your marriage before he recovers."

“The Buddhist disciple now has feelings for you, and I’m afraid that if he finds out, he will…”

Jiang Xiyu saw Jinglian's concerns. He paused for a moment, suppressed his turbulent thoughts, and replied, "I won't tell."

Jinglian listened to him finish speaking, but she didn't feel relieved at all.

"Thank you very much." He clasped his hands in a Buddhist gesture towards Jiang Xiyu, then, as if remembering something, he added, "As for what I just said, asking you to persuade the Buddhist disciple, I'll have to trouble you again."

Jiang Xiyu shook his head and said, "This matter was originally caused by me. Master Jinglian, don't worry, I will go and persuade the Dharma Master."

Jiang Xiyu always put his safety first.

But in order to prevent this from happening again, he was forced to make a decision.

Perhaps once Shiga recovers, he should leave the Compassion Temple; he can no longer stay by his side…

Just thinking about this made Jiang Xiyu feel inexplicably bitter.

He didn't want to hurt his feelings, nor did he want to make him sad...

All the memories they shared, and the close past they had, could not be severed at this moment. The best way was to wait until Shiga forgot his feelings for him. Before the farewell came, he should pretend that he knew nothing and continue to stay by Shiga's side.

However, he will no longer be the same as before, nor will he change in an instant. He can only wait, wait for Shiga's divinity to erase his traces. At that time, everything will return to the beginning.

Initially, his appearance was insignificant, so in the end, his departure will not cause any ripples.

He returned to where he was supposed to be, guarding Yuejia, and then guarding him as well.

In truth, the bonds between people are inherently shallow; they dissipate like smoke in the wind.

Perhaps, in this shallow connection, there were moments of excitement and longing, but none of that matters anymore.

He has his responsibilities, and so does he.

Jiang Xiyu took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and then helplessly loosened them.

After a long pause, he spoke softly, as if making a promise, or perhaps a self-reminder: "I will assist the mage in restoring his magical power as soon as possible..."

Jinglian could only lament the cruel twists of fate.

And so, whose heart falls to the dust? Whose figure is filled with loneliness?

The answer is always the same: it was fate.

But at this moment, Jiang Xiyu's words of concern seemed to be distorted by the wind as they dissipated into the surroundings.

He wanted Shiga to recover as soon as possible, but the wind blew away the care and warmth in his words.

Those words, falling into Shiga's ears, turned as cold as the wind, and like the swaying shadows of the trees, were impatiently blown by the wind.

It seems they are eager to distance themselves from the situation.

Because he had no feelings for him, he wanted to recover as soon as possible.

He didn't want to disturb him, but due to the misunderstanding, he couldn't help but want to move closer to him...

However, this still troubled him to this extent.

Once the cause and condition are established, there is no need to force it.

His personality and his emotions ultimately troubled him.

Shiga frowned, his heart inexplicably gripped by a surge of emotion.

He subconsciously tried to calm his mind by turning the prayer beads in his palm, but found that his prayer beads had scattered everywhere.

He slowly lowered his eyes, gazing at the scattered prayer beads, but for a moment he couldn't think of anything. His mind was blank, and it felt as if his heart was empty as well. Even the invisible wind seemed to easily pass through that void.

The fragrance of roses, carried by the wind, lingered around me, so familiar yet so strange.

Who knew that this love was nothing more than a knife hanging over the heart, fleeting as dew when it slashed, yet leaving a wound that ached as if it penetrated to the bone.

Lasts forever.

Shiga was bound by it, as if he had been standing in the same spot for ten thousand years. Like an iceberg that never melts, shrouded in clouds and mist, the light and shadow on the trees never fell, and his whole body was filled with frost.

Even the color between their eyebrows and eyes was instantly swallowed up by the overwhelming frost and snow.

His eyes were blank, yet he stared unblinkingly at Jiang Xiyu's back, his gaze seemingly both profound and ethereal.

His face was expressionless, as if he had no emotions at all, or perhaps he was just restraining himself.

He was no longer interested in listening to the conversation of the people not far away.

Until a distant bell rang out from the temple.

The sound of bells echoed, startling fallen leaves, and sunlight, filtering through the gaps, finally shone on the person beneath the tree.

Shiga stared at the retreating figure, his lips trembling almost imperceptibly, as if holding back some unspoken emotion. These emotions, though unspoken, left a cold, fleeting shadow in his eyes. His gaze lowered as if to conceal something, then lifted again as if reluctant to let go.

Until the heart is completely submerged in the stillness of water, the prayer flags in the temple no longer tremble.

The words on the prayer flags seem to have been frozen in time.

It's all about unfulfilled desires...

It's not that I can't get what I want, it's that I can't get what I want.

It cannot be sought, it is not to be sought...

Shiga slowly closed his eyes.

When he looked up again, he no longer looked and resolutely turned away.

The robe fluttered in the cold wind, causing the fallen leaves on the ground to sway slightly, burying the prayer beads among them, making them completely dull and lifeless.

That figure, all alone, never looked back again...

A cold wind blew, and Jiang Xiyu's heart inexplicably tightened.

He suddenly raised his hand to recall Jinglian's words of advice, and slowly turned his head as if he had sensed something.

However, not far away, the shadows of trees stretched across the ground, and there was nothing but dim light and shadow.

Jinglian, unaware of what he was looking at, couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xiyu shook his head, stared at that spot for a long time, and then absentmindedly muttered to himself, "It's nothing."