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

After dealing with the will-o'-the-wisp, Shiga left with Jiang Xiyu.

Before leaving, he specifically instructed Jinglian to stay in the Five Domains to prevent the demons from panicking because they couldn't see him.

Jinglian did not stop him, but simply let him do as he pleased at this final moment.

So Shiga carried Jiang Xiyu all the way, not really knowing where to go, just wandering aimlessly, and eventually, by chance, found a familiar place.

Shiga recognized it; it was the wedding site that appeared in the Pigeon Demon's illusion.

The sky was as red as if dyed with rosy clouds, and the peach blossoms were dazzling, but the beautiful scenery in my memory was gone, leaving only quiet and desolate.

He held Jiang Xiyu and slowly sat down under the peach tree, placing the Buddhist prayer beads in his hand aside. He put one arm around Jiang Xiyu's shoulder and the other around his waist, making him more comfortable leaning against him.

A barrier was set up, a gentle breeze stirred, and petals drifted down.

In this private space where only the two of them were, Shiga lowered his eyes expressionlessly and stared at Jiang Xiyu for a long time. The coldness in his pupils gradually faded, and something soft began to well up in his eyes.

That softness, like water, eroded his cold heart.

Despite having the hardest golden body to resist, it was still no match for the water dripping on the stone, and cracks appeared on it.

No matter how much he tried to restrain himself, it was all in vain whenever he touched upon this person.

He was finally at his wit's end.

Even knowing that it was all just an illusion, even knowing that love was as fleeting as dew, he still couldn't escape it.

Only when he realized that something might happen to him did he suddenly understand Jinglian's words.

Life is like a dream; we should follow our hearts.

Since you've fallen in love, you should learn to cherish it; why bother asking about fate or destiny?

It was only because he was greedy and attached to this person, wanting him to belong to him alone.

Thus, he felt resentment and jealousy towards the evil thoughts, which led him to brush past them that night and become trapped in this spiritual practice.

Ultimately, it was simply that the memory of the soul swap was too painful and too despairing for him.

The person who shares the same feelings treats him with utmost care and tenderness.

But Shiga knew that none of this belonged to him.

He was powerless to struggle, nor did he want to struggle. He could only numbly accept and watch within that body, as if in self-torture, until his heart felt as if it were riddled with holes.

In the past, his heart was unbreakable.

However, even though it was only a few words that time, his heart still aches.

He didn't know how to describe his obsession.

All he knew was that after this person left, his world became empty and desolate, suddenly devoid of sound and color.

He had experienced loneliness countless times, but now he could only rely on self-deception to stop himself from seeking it out.

Although the separation was only brief, it seemed to last longer than all the years he had lived through. It was deathly quiet and desolate, and it seemed that only the ancient lamp and Buddha statue accompanied him from beginning to end.

His arrival was like a dream, a dream filled with his voice and his presence.

When you wake up, everything is empty.

When he suddenly looked back, he was already gone, filling the void left by another.

That's how he was; he came and went freely during this period of spiritual practice.

Like a damp rain, the rain soaked Shiga's robe, making it impossible for him to take it off or let it go during his icy practice.

Because he couldn't let go, he still came...

Shiga closed his eyes, as if sighing softly, or perhaps resigning.

His final resting place was not in this world.

However, just seeing you one more time, just one more glance at you, is enough.

The clouds on the horizon gradually dispersed, the mountains rose and fell, and all around was quiet.

The peach blossoms fell silently, landing like snowflakes on the two people nestled together under the tree, as if to bury them in their beauty, both poignant and lonely.

Jiang Xiyu woke up again after a whole night because the flower petals that had fallen on his neck were stained with morning dew.

Dewdrops silently slid down his neck, and he shuddered, as if about to come to his senses.

Shiga saw his eyelashes tremble, and his empty eyes slowly focused and regained their clarity. Then, he lightly swept his gaze over the petals, and a faint light flashed in his eyes. The pink petals that had fallen on the two of them vanished like smoke in an instant.

He raised his hand, brushed away the stray hairs from Jiang Xiyu's temples with his fingertips, and then checked his internal energy. Seeing that his internal energy seemed to have stabilized, he slowly withdrew his hand.

Jiang Xiyu felt a slight movement on her cheek and couldn't help but bury her face in Shijia's arms and snuggle against him.

A faint, cool fragrance lingered in the air. Jiang Xiyu paused, and when she looked up, her eyes were met with a crimson hue.

Occasionally, a ray of sunlight would pierce through the gaps between the two, making the robe appear as if it were inlaid with jewels, with a fiery glow flowing across it.

Kasaya...

Jiang Xiyu was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised her head from Shijia's embrace.

Shiga looked down at him, not knowing how long he would remain in that position, his gaze fixed. Unlike before, when he would immediately look away, this time he did not look away, but stared into Jiang Xiyu's eyes, his gaze extremely deep, like an abyss, as if it contained too many emotions.

So much so that some emotions were revealed, like longing, like restraint, and like uncontrollable pain.

However, these emotions, even if expressed, only last for a moment.

The moment Jiang Xiyu met his gaze, all that remained for Jiang Xiyu was his deep pupils and a calm, still expression.

Jiang Xiyu, however, was captivated by his gaze, her pupils narrowing slightly as she sensed an indescribable emotion.

A strong feeling suddenly welled up in his heart, as if Shiga had been staring at him for a long time, but that gaze felt like it had lasted for much longer than that, as if years had passed.

Jiang Xiyu was momentarily stunned.

His mind was a jumble of thoughts, but as some lingering memories surfaced, his pupils dilated slightly, and he realized that the person before him was indeed Shiga.

In the soft light, Jiang Xiyu's face was very fair and her eyes were very bright.

He opened his lips as if to call out to him, but the dryness in his throat caused him to cough uncontrollably.

Finally, disregarding his rapid breathing, he gripped Shiga's robe tightly and called out to him in a hoarse voice, "Master?"

"Mage."

"Mage..."

It seemed that if he didn't respond, he would keep shouting.

Shiga looked at his face, paused for a moment, and responded very softly, "Mm."

Jiang Xiyu was still confused. He grabbed Shijia's robe and asked a lot of questions and said a lot.

For example, where is this? How did they get here? What's happening in the demon realm? Have the will-o'-the-wisps been dealt with? He said it felt like he was having a dream, and in the dream, he saw him…

In the end, Jiang Xiyu even talked to himself, as if mocking his own panic.

He was somewhat annoyed, and said softly and helplessly, "I asked so many questions at once, how is the monk supposed to answer them..."

"Actually, what I really wanted to ask was, Master..."

Jiang Xiyu sobbed and asked, "Master, are you alright?"

He couldn't bear to look away, afraid that the person would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Shiga looked into his bright eyes, which were filled with unwavering determination and sincerity as they gazed at him.

He didn't speak immediately, but stared at her for a long time, unsure how to respond.

He originally thought he wouldn't reply, because he was sure the reply would be a lie.

He is a Buddhist monk and cannot lie.

However, in those reddened eyes, Shiga did not know when he shook his head, nor when he answered.

He only heard a very soft voice, which was his answer, no longer restrained and hidden, but as ethereal as clouds and smoke, clear and without trace.

"not good……"

Yes, I'm really bad.