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

He didn't take my body; you must be very sad.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiyu's face turned pale.

He looked up in a daze, completely unexpected that Shiga would say such a thing.

Immediately, his eyes reddened, and he shook his head, desperately explaining, "That's not how it is, Master, I... I didn't mean it that way, I really didn't..."

When Shiga looked at him, he lowered his gaze to meet his eyes, remained silent for a long time, and then said in a very soft tone, "If that's not the case, why are you apologizing?"

He paused briefly, then glanced almost imperceptibly at Jiang Xiyu's kneeling posture, and said coldly, "If it's about deception, there's no need for this..."

Why kneel before him?

Shiga frowned unconsciously.

Jiang Xiyu was stunned for a moment when she saw his slightly furrowed brows. Then, an indescribable sadness welled up in her heart, along with a thin, lingering affection as faint as the night breeze.

He looked at Shiga and had a strong feeling: he felt that the monk had not changed.

But the ripples in his eyes were fleeting, and it was unclear whether it was just his own illusion.

The only thing that is certain, and will forever remain between Shiga's eyebrows and eyes, is that sacred yet cold Buddhist seal, as golden as a Buddha statue.

This showed that the person in front of him was no longer the monk who would treat him gently.

Jiang Xiyu looked up at him, her heart filled with mixed emotions of joy and sorrow, extremely conflicted.

Perhaps the silence between them had been too long, Shiga raised his eyes.

He gazed at the bright moon high in the sky, at the stars in the night, and suddenly wondered what it was that he cared about...

Cuteness can easily make people feel conflicted.

The answer was clearly covered by a single, delicate piece of paper, yet because of the mark on his forehead and his own self-doubt, he remained unaware of it.

Thus, amidst the countless trials in the Buddhist cave, he persistently sought an answer.

Now, the golden statue silently dispelled his obsession, leaving only four words in his heart: "Feelings come from free will."

If it's voluntary, why go through all this trouble?

Shiga was lost in thought for a long time, and his aura seemed to be softened by the moonlight, no longer cold and aloof, but exuding a divine gentleness and compassion.

In a flash, it seemed as if things had returned to the past, yet it also seemed as if nothing had ever changed.

He didn't look at Jiang Xiyu, but sighed slightly and said to her with certainty, "Get up, I won't blame you."

Jiang Xiyu blinked slowly, her vision slightly blurred.

For some reason, when Jiang Xiyu came to apologize, he guessed that Shijia wouldn't blame him too much.

However, by then, Jiang Xiyu's heart was already filled with guilt.

Seeing that the person in front of him did not move, Shiga lowered his eyes again and looked at his face. "The evil thoughts were the cause I planted, and I will naturally end them myself."

"You don't need to get involved; just stay in the temple and focus on your practice."

There is no need to get involved in his struggle with evil thoughts, nor to suffer more pain and worry because of it.

Shiga turned the prayer beads in his hand and said calmly, "What happened before was because I had delusions about you... Now that my magic power has been restored, I will naturally see through it. You don't need to feel guilty about it."

Don't blame yourself; my feelings for you are not your fault.

It was my own indulgence that led me, with my mortal heart, to harbor delusions.

If it's not explained clearly, given his personality, he'll definitely be very hard on himself.

His coming to apologize tonight is probably related to this matter.

Shiga could only say this, using the restoration of his magical power as an excuse to persuade him to let go of his guilt towards him.

Then, guide him in his spiritual practice, helping him to let go of his attachment to evil thoughts.

Ultimately, he and his evil thoughts were one and the same. The woman he respected as his wife was nothing more than three strands of his evil thoughts. When the evil thoughts dissipate, love is like pulling silk threads, and it will eventually be taken away.

He didn't want this person to feel disappointed or sad, but he couldn't continue to let it go.

Shiga stopped turning the prayer beads and stared into Jiang Xiyu's eyes.

The prayer beads swayed gently in the air. He slowly extended his hand to him, gesturing for him to stand up.

Jiang Xiyu subconsciously met his expressionless eyes and softly called out, her voice tinged with bitterness, "Master..."

Shiga lowered his gaze slightly and uttered a single word in a calm voice: "Come."

Jiang Xiyu looked at his expression, then at the hand extended in front of her. It was slender and gentle like a lotus flower. Her vision cleared, and something deep in her heart seemed to be captivated.

Jiang Xiyu hesitated for a moment, afraid that he would wait too long, then raised his arm and placed his hand on top of him.

Shiga held his hand and, with a slight effort, lifted his body up.

Jiang Xiyu, having knelt for too long, was pulled by the force and was about to fall into Shijia's arms.

Shiga's other hand landed on Jiang Xiyu's shoulder just in time, stabilizing him and preventing the unexpected embrace.

The two seemed very close, yet still very far apart.

His long, silvery-white hair swept up behind him, then fell down in strands like raindrops, some of which touched the pristine, elegant crimson robe in front of him.

The extreme white and extreme red, seemingly so close yet so far, are like two hands that long to touch but cannot.

As the familiar incense of the temple enveloped her, Jiang Xiyu's thoughts seemed to flutter along with the ends of her hair.

“Cat, you lied to me…” Shiga leaned down slightly, her words falling clearly into his ear, seemingly unintentionally interrupting his thoughts. Her tone was calm and indifferent, “But I really never thought of blaming you…”

This gentle and intimate address instantly threw Jiang Xiyu into a state of turmoil.

He suddenly turned his head and met Shiga's eyes.

But those eyes still lacked their previous gentleness. They were like a deep, stagnant pool, as if covered in snow or frozen, devoid of desire or ripples. They were eyes overflowing with divinity, devoid of sorrow or joy.

Just like the 'cat' that Jiang Xiyu heard just now, it was just an auditory hallucination as the wind brushed past her ears.

The moment their eyes met, a flood of previously ignored and suppressed emotions surged into Jiang Xiyu's heart. His nose stung, and his voice seemed to choke with emotion: "Master, I'm sorry..."

Jiang Xiyu paused for a few moments, then gripped Shijia's hand tightly again. For some reason, he remembered the look Shijia gave him when he suggested that Shijia enter the Buddhist cave, and he also remembered the look Shijia gave him when he left the Buddhist cave.

He spoke as if possessed, his voice trembling as he said to Shiga, "I have hurt you..."

The word 'love' is still incredibly agonizing for those who haven't yet severed all seven emotions.

For those who cultivate themselves, the torment would likely be even greater.

After all, spiritual practice and worldly life will eventually become a choice. If you choose the former, you must either gain enlightenment from worldly life or experience the bitterness of love before you can continue your spiritual practice.

But if one chooses the latter, chooses the mortal world, then one must abandon spiritual practice.

But giving up spiritual practice may seem easy, but for those with a firm Buddhist heart, it is tantamount to destroying their spirit and will.

Moreover, the woman who fell for him was no ordinary person.

He is a disciple of Buddha, a Buddha who cares for all living beings.

Jiang Xiyu dared not imagine the torment this person was going through, yet he, as the person involved, was so slow to realize it, constantly avoiding his own heart and the other person's feelings.

Therefore, emotions overwhelmed them.

He apologized to Shiga not only because of his own deception.

For my belated realization, for my avoidance.

I'm sorry, I hurt you.