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

Jiang Xiyu pursed his lips, and after speaking, fearing that Yuejia wouldn't believe him, he tried his best to give him a smile.

In his heart, he only saw Yuejia as the sensitive and dark side of his lover.

He was willing to coax him, he was willing to pity him, for better or for worse.

Jiang Xiyu said to Yuejia, "If that day ever comes, I will be by your side."

His voice was low and hoarse, and there was a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

He didn't follow Yuejia's original words about standing by his side; instead, he changed the wording and gently said that he would stay by his side.

This is the only thing Jiang Xiyu can do.

He hoped that everything would end well.

He also believed that by returning to Buddhism, he would be free from all worldly desires.

When Yuejia heard his reply, she felt a momentary hollowness in her ears.

He paused for a moment, somewhat unsure of what he had just heard, and then looked at Jiang Xiyu to confirm.

However, at this moment, Jiang Xiyu's bright eyes seemed unaware of their own state, or perhaps they were overwhelmed by the candlelight, and filled with shards of light.

And so, in their silent standoff, the shards of light seemed to finally succumb to the pressure and slide down her face.

Yuejia stared at him in disbelief, her red eyes narrowing.

Everything around him then faded from his sight; he seemed to see only the single tear falling from the person before him.

The traces of tears sliding down his cheeks began to slow down to an extreme degree in his eyes, even falling silently, unexpectedly landing on Yuejia's heart and into his red eyes.

Like a drop of cold water falling on a red-hot branding iron, Yuejia's body trembled uncontrollably for a moment, and her eyes stung for a moment as well.

For some reason, this kind of pain seems a hundred times more agonizing than the pain brought by empathy.

It was a genuine pain that made Yuejia feel and understand her own.

Although he couldn't quite understand it, he was inexplicably unable to resist Jiang Xiyu's gentle and affectionate gaze, and he couldn't bear the sight of that single tear that fell from his eye.

Those tears seemed more scorching than the fires of hell, more painful than the burning of the heart.

Yuejia had no idea what kind of extreme punishment this was.

But for someone with such evil intentions, this extreme punishment seemed to cause him more pain and fear than the punishments of hell.

A strange, indescribable feeling suddenly welled up in Yuejia's heart, a feeling that dispelled all the jealousy and suspicion he had felt moments before. He frowned deeply, and belatedly realized that only one thought remained in his mind: he had cried...

He clenched and unclenched his fists at his sides, then unconsciously raised them towards Jiang Xiyu.

"you……"

Did he say anything?

Did I say something wrong?

Why did I shed tears?

This tear was like something unexpected in a game of chess; it fell silently, too fast to catch, yet it still disrupted Yuejia's every move.

After a long while, he stared at Jiang Xiyu, paused for a moment, and then asked, with annoyance and trying to control his voice, "Why are you doing this?"

What he really meant was, "Don't think that I'll believe you just because you said that."

But the words caught in her throat, and what came out as a whisper, seemingly filled with impatience yet strangely cautious, were: "Don't cry... I... I believe you, okay?"

In fact, Yuejia's belief is extremely rare.

But at this moment, his raised hand was still frozen in mid-air, and he was quite at a loss, but he just didn't want Jiang Xiyu to shed any more tears.

"I won't ask anymore, please don't cry."

Jiang Xiyu was oblivious to the tears falling from his eyes. He simply gazed at Yuejia quietly, his eyes sometimes clear and sometimes blurred.

Through the blurry vision, the color in the pupils of the person in front of me flickered, and the figure finally seemed to move as if it could no longer bear it.

Yuejia took the initiative to reach out and hug Jiang Xiyu's waist, then leaned closer and buried her head in his chest, her ear gently pressed against his heart.

He heard the heartbeat, and his tone was a mixture of anger and unusual awkwardness: "You're a man, and the dignified ruler of the demon realm, what kind of behavior is it to shed tears in front of me..."

Jiang Xiyu was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, and only then did she realize that her cheek was wet.

He suddenly raised his hand and touched the remaining tear stains with his fingertips.

Yuejia noticed his movement, and looked up at him with a deep gaze. The hand on his waist tightened for a moment.

Jiang Xiyu snapped out of her daze, her chest heaving for a moment as if in sighing.

This silent sigh traveled through his heart to Yuejia's ears, and the crimson color in his pupils seemed to spread to the corners of his eyes.

However, all these changes were silently concealed in the candlelight, hidden in the shadows cast by his lowered eyelids.

The moment Jiang Xiyu's hand touched his shoulder, Yuejia, nestled in his arms, closed his eyes briefly and whispered, his voice barely audible, "Don't cry, Xiyu..."

Xi Yu...

This name...

Jiang Xiyu blinked very slowly. After a long while, he lowered his eyes, gently held the neck of the person in his arms, pressed the person into his arms, slowly closed his eyes and lowered his head, and then gently rested his chin on the top of Yuejia's head.

The atmosphere gradually softened, and the sounds of probing and confrontation disappeared from the air.

The hall quieted down, and the moonlight falling on the ground gradually softened.

The soft light reflected off the two people on the couch. At a certain moment, the Buddhist beads on Jiang Xiyu's wrist seemed to sense something. They lit up briefly in Jiang Xiyu's sleeve, and the soft light falling on the two people seemed to be covered with another layer of light and shadow, as if the light of Buddha was gently gathering them.

The person in my arms, who had their eyes closed, suddenly looked up for a moment.

Whether it was because the candlelight in the hall was too dim, or because the shadow cast by the person holding him was too heavy, the color in his pupils seemed to have become blurred.

Only the candlelight flickered in my pupils.

But when it was shaken slightly, it seemed as if something else swayed for a moment as well.

However, after only a few breaths, it seemed to vanish again.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Xiyu regained his senses, opened his eyes, and his gaze fell vaguely on the gauze curtains hanging by the bed.

The person in his arms remained quiet, so quiet that it seemed as if the person who had been interrogating him was just an illusion.

Jiang Xiyu remained calm. He waited for a while, assuming the person in his arms had fallen asleep, and then his gaze shifted slightly downwards.

From his angle, he could see the pure and flawless profile of the person in his arms, as well as the faint red dot on his forehead, resembling a beauty mark.

The phrase "From now on, I dare not see Guanyin" mentioned in the book seemed to have a tangible presence in Jiang Xiyu's heart at this moment.

The person in his arms seemed to sense his gaze as well, her long eyelashes trembling slightly when Jiang Xiyu's eyes met hers.

Then, she slowly closed her eyes, as if waking from a dream.