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

The Buddha's light poured down, and the rainbow shone brightly. It seemed that the Buddha sat cross-legged in the clouds, and that a pure assembly of monks held prayer flags to welcome him back to his place. The scene was pure, beautiful, and solemn. The chanting of the Buddha and the gods was like water, flowing through heaven and earth.

When the two figures in the sky lost their last connection, the world fell silent. Yuejia was frozen in the radiance, while Shijia's body fell uncontrollably from the sky, like a god falling to earth.

At this moment, everything seemed to freeze, as if to stand still for him.

The merit from between Shiga's eyebrows poured out, scattering countless strands of light like the fluttering of butterfly wings, while his figure floated like duckweed.

Jiang Xiyu's pupils were fixed on the falling figure, and he trembled violently, as if blood was about to flow from his eyes.

Everything in the world faded away before his eyes, and Jiang Xiyu felt as if his heart had also fallen.

"Mage!"

With that shout, the demon core shattered.

The next instant, the purple phantom shot skyward recklessly.

Jiang Xiyu caught him and then carefully pulled him into her arms.

In the disintegrating light and shadow, amidst the scattered peach blossoms, they met each other's eyes, as if they had fallen into a fragile dream.

They were lost in this fleeting dream, falling with the peach blossoms, leaving behind a lingering, unbearable sorrow.

Jiang Xiyu held him tightly, not letting go even after they landed.

His expression seemed to be one of extreme pain, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, and large tears falling as he looked at Shiga.

A tear fell onto Shiga's face. He lay in Jiang Xiyu's arms, staring intently at Jiang Xiyu.

How strange, the tear had only fallen on his face, but now it seemed as heavy as if it had fallen into his eye.

Shiga slowly raised his hand, wanting to touch his face one last time.

Jiang Xiyu took his hand and gently, affectionately, rubbed her face against his palm, calling his name softly and hoarsely.

Just like when we used to spend time together.

This time, however, Shiga felt that his palm was wet.

Those were his tear stains.

He was saddened and heartbroken for himself.

What he least wanted to see was his tears.

You should try to appease him with his favorite thing, like dried fish, that would make his cat less sad...

But he's leaving, and besides this body, what else can I leave behind to cheer him up?

Shiga was at a loss and could only wipe away his tears with his fingertips, even though those tears hurt so much that they almost gnawed at his flesh.

Why does it hurt so much?

It's as if even possessing a cold, golden body is powerless against it.

Tears easily melted away the coldness, turning the shattered golden statues into countless needles piercing the heart, filling one with despair.

Most of the pain in the world will fade with time.

However, what Shiga felt at this moment was as if the pain that had been suppressed for many years had suddenly burst forth.

Therefore, Shiga's eyes also seemed to be moistened by those tear stains.

He looked up at Jiang Xiyu, his soul trembling, and said very softly, "Don't cry, Kitty..."

Jiang Xiyu wept bitterly, seemingly not hearing what he was saying.

His head drooped, and his back bent from crying.

Unable to speak, he could only swallow the blood that surged into his throat, as if swallowing razor blades, his internal organs slashed and bleeding profusely.

He didn't want to taint him, but he was so sad.

Why do this...?

Why should we grant their wish?

Why do you always have to consider my needs?

Aren't you a Buddhist?

Your heart is as clear as a mirror, you understand countless principles, and you also know that love is as fleeting as dew. Why, in the end, did you still defy the law because of me...?

Jiang Xiyu tightened his arms, and a hint of bloodshot seeped from his pupils.

He swallowed the last mouthful of blood, and murmured hoarsely as if possessed, "Mage, Mage...please don't do this! Go back, take him back with you, it's alright, I'm alright..."

"I don't want your approval, I just want you to be alright..." Blood spilled from Jiang Xiyu's lips, but the tears blurred the blood, leaving a gruesome mark on his chin.

He looked dazed, and after a long while, he suddenly seemed to grasp at a last straw, obediently saying, "I won't cry, I won't cry anymore... Master... please don't do this, okay? Please..."

"What should I do... what should I do..."

Helpless sobs drifted into the wind, echoing throughout the heavens and earth.

Jinglian was heartbroken and turned her face away, unable to bear it.

Xiu Jie was stunned, as if he had been struck on the head, and didn't know how to react.

Even though he didn't know what had happened between the two, he couldn't help but tear up when he heard that heart-wrenching plea.

At that moment, trapped in the radiance, Yuejia felt a suffocating pain welling up in her heart.

He looked down at the person who was crying, a rare look of confusion appearing in his red eyes.

There was no pleasure in fulfilling desires, nor joy in satisfying obsessions; only endless emptiness and pain.

Once the empathy was severed, those emotions indeed became clearer than ever before.

But he had also seen too many bad thoughts of greed, anger and delusion in the world. In his understanding, he felt that love was just a beautified name for these evil thoughts. In essence, love is something that causes pain. Since it causes pain, he does not need love.

He is so selfish that he can exploit love, so he doesn't think that anyone will really love him or stand by his side.

He didn't believe Jiang Xiyu loved him, and he didn't believe that everything Jiang Xiyu did was without expecting anything in return.

Therefore, he tried his best to ignore his feelings, taking what he felt was right and playing along. He truly wanted to seize the merits and Shiga's body, but at one point, he did genuinely consider keeping Jiang Xiyu by his side.

But all this self-deception was finally shattered into dust after he witnessed it with his own eyes.

He gave Jiang Xiyu a choice, but none of his choices were him.

He would rather not choose...

Since you say you love me, yet you're unwilling to choose me.

You're not lying to me, then what is it?

Jiang Xiyu...

My dear husband...

What he uttered was distorted and twisted, word by word.

A red dot suddenly appeared on the golden mark between his brows. This person, this name, had finally become a new obsession, even more profound than the obsessions of thousands of years.

He had always considered himself the one playing the game, but only now did he suddenly awaken from this game of love and intoxication. The player had not only deceived his opponent, but in the end, he had also deceived his own heart because of a single piece.

When you ask for too much, it becomes difficult to distinguish whether it's desire or your heart that's causing the trouble. Similarly, when you put on a show for too long, in such a long and lonely period of time, day and night, morning and evening, there will eventually be a moment when you let your guard down.

So even when things turned out to be real, he still habitually used excuses to cover it up until the broken empathy cleared the fog for him. Only then did he belatedly realize and accept that he also had love, that he also loved...

However, he realized this too late, and the punishment for using his true feelings was to make him watch as the person he loved shed tears for another 'him'.

What he feared most and could not bear most in this world was tears.

At that moment, those tears caused him unbearable pain.

The overwhelming pain pressed down on her chest, and Yuejia finally seemed unable to bear it any longer, collapsing to her knees in excruciating agony.