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

The Buddhist disciple departed, leaving behind his body and his confinement.

Evil thoughts eventually cease to be evil thoughts.

Shiga instilled compassion in him.

Millions of years ago, evil thoughts had no choice; now, the Buddha has given them the right to choose.

At this moment, this choice is before us, in this world...

Is it to satisfy a long-held obsession that has lasted for millions of years?

We should cherish everything we have now.

Should we choose to return to the Buddhist realm?

I still choose to stay in the human world.

Everything ultimately comes from the heart.

Jinglian sighed softly, "Amitabha."

Xiu Jie realized what was happening and, seeing Jiang Xiyu's state, was filled with worry.

Just as he was about to step forward, Jinglian raised her hand to stop him slightly, gesturing for him to look up.

Xiu Jie followed his gaze, looked at Yue Jia, and then at Jiang Xiyu who was holding Shi Jia's body. As if he understood something, he nodded and did not go over. He just left them with a worried look.

The next moment, the white figure transformed into an arc of light and fell, appearing not far from Jiang Xiyu.

Her flowing robes brushed away the dust as Yuejia slowly approached Jiang Xiyu, her footsteps very light.

When Yue Jia reached Jiang Xiyu, she suddenly stopped.

His expression was indifferent, and he didn't speak. He just stared at Jiang Xiyu with his eyes lowered, his strange red eyes inexplicably as still as water.

No one knows what he was feeling at that moment; even he himself couldn't figure it out. He just felt it was too heavy.

He stood there and could see everything clearly.

I saw clearly the blood in this person, and I also saw clearly the tears in this person.

So he walked over, and in just a few steps, he tasted all the pain, unease, anxiety, and anticipation hidden in his heart... a thousand emotions that he could not express in words.

Shika transformed his greed, anger, and ignorance, allowing him to face this person and his own heart for the first time.

He is a bad presence, both in heaven and on earth.

He is selfish, hypocritical, and cunning. In the eyes of all the Buddhas in the Buddhist realm, he is the epitome of all evil and an existence to be avoided at all costs.

Some obsessions, after the passage of time, have trapped him for far too long.

It wasn't until Shiga pulled him out of it that Yuejia realized that those obsessions from thousands of years had dissipated in the blink of an eye.

Only the past with this person, repeatedly and clearly surging before my eyes.

So much so that he forgot that when the Buddha's steps descended, he could have left with Shika.

But seeing Jiang Xiyu crying so helplessly and desperately, even he, with his deep-seated evil intentions, felt a moment of compassion.

At that moment, he only had one thought left: what would he do if even he were gone?

When his persistent desires were finally about to be satisfied, his first thought was, what should he do about Jiang Xiyu?

He was stunned when he realized what was happening.

She had always thought she would take this relationship lightly, but at that moment, it was so important to her that Yuejia could no longer ignore or deny it.

This man, with whom he had sworn an oath of eternal love, this only man who loved, tolerated, and accompanied him, this man who put him first in everything, cherished him, protected him, held his hand countless times, and looked at him with those tender eyes countless times…

In this world, probably no one else will ever treat him like this again.

Even though he was very, very bad back then, he still never abandoned him.

But now, he is making him shed tears and feel so sad.

It left him bewildered, numb, and tormented by his other self.

Yuejia's heart trembled, and he suddenly spoke, his voice as light as falling snow.

“Jiang Xiyu…”

Jiang Xiyu didn't hear it; her eyes were half-closed, as if she were lost in thought.

In fact, the traces in his mind that had been erased by the Buddha's light began to be rewritten by the faintly glowing red thread that emerged from the prayer beads.

In that brief moment of recollection, Jiang Xiyu suddenly lost all her emotions.

All his thoughts, along with the cold air, froze into frost, and were completely melted away by the wind.

Suddenly, Jiang Xiyu felt so tired that she felt there was nothing to be sad about, nothing to be upset about, and all her emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness—had vanished.

His eyes and brows betrayed his overwhelming weariness. He slumped down, looking like a soulless puppet, listless and quiet.

Yuejia called to him, but he couldn't hear her.

Until the person waiting could no longer bear it, Yuejia raised her voice, as if trying her best to restrain something, and said hoarsely, "Jiang Xiyu, look up at me..."

Jiang Xiyu didn't react for a moment.

He didn't move, so Yuejia continued, her tone unusually confused: "Don't you love me? Why won't you even look up at me now?"

Is it really that heartbreaking that he's gone?

Is it possible that what you truly love is actually just the compassionate me, and not...?

This is me.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Xiyu finally seemed to hear Yuejia's voice.

He slowly raised his head, his golden pupils appearing somewhat dull for some reason, his eyes vacant and lifeless.

He looked at Yuejia with a gaze he had never shown to her before. When his eyes fell upon the golden mark between Yuejia's brows, his gaze flickered for a moment before returning to calm.

Those eyes seemed to linger on his image, yet also seemed unable to stay, thus giving rise to a sense of attachment.

That lingering gaze made Yuejia's heart feel as if it had sank into emptiness, unable to find its footing.

He frowned, and instinctively lowered his voice to ask, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xiyu stared at him for a while, and then, feeling the body in his arms, he finally seemed to wake up from a dream and recognized Yuejia.

His lips trembled slightly as he tried to speak, but found himself unable to utter a single word. Only his eyes, which he had thought were dry, became slightly moist again.

Looking at his red-rimmed eyes and disheveled appearance, Yuejia felt a sharp pang in her heart.

Indeed, without distracting thoughts, such pain is truly unforgettable.

"Why are you in such a sorry state?" Yuejia asked softly.

Jiang Xiyu did not reply. He stared at Yuejia for a long time, then suddenly moved, as if he wanted to give the body in his arms to him, even though his expression was so reluctant.

Yuejia didn't look at the body; he just stared intently at Jiang Xiyu, then bent down and wiped the blood from his lips with his fingertips.

Jiang Xiyu looked up at him, her eyes moist.

As Yuejia watched, her movements became even gentler.

He certainly didn't know that his expression at this moment inexplicably overlapped with Shiga's, and that his beautiful red eyes were no longer murky dark, but a clear red with an icy quality.

Jiang Xiyu gazed at him intently, a tear silently sliding down her cheek.

A scalding tear fell onto Yuejia's fingertip, causing his hand to tremble slightly. He then casually wiped away the wetness, remained silent for a moment, and then asked in a low voice, "Can you stop crying?"

If I were lying in your arms today, would you cry like this?