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

Jiang Xiyu's subconscious told him that he should answer Yuejia's question first, but the words he wanted to say lingered in his throat for a long time, and were so obscure that he could hardly control his physical reaction of sadness.

He wanted to cry, he wanted to vomit...

When Yuejia didn't receive his reply immediately, her heart sank to the bottom.

The burning emotion in her heart caused by anticipation suddenly turned into a cold, unbearable pain. Yuejia felt that the wind blowing towards her was all-pervasive and bone-chillingly cold.

The coldness seemed to mock his unrequited love, asking a question he already knew the answer to.

Yuejia's knuckles turned white from the force, but he still restrained himself. After a long time, he finally couldn't help but let go of Jiang Xiyu's hands, and then said expressionlessly, "Have you never loved me from beginning to end?"

The hand fell very slowly, and Yuejia's gaze fell on Shijia's body. He suddenly grabbed Shijia's hand.

Jiang Xiyu subconsciously raised her hand.

Yuejia watched his actions and suddenly laughed again.

He suppressed the suffocating emotion in his chest, his voice weak and forlorn, as if he had suffered a severe blow: "Is it that the one you love is just that beautiful 'me' in your arms...?"

Even though it was he who was losing his soul, at this moment, Yuejia felt as if her own soul had vanished.

He could no longer speak, and sadly dropped Shiga's hand, rising indifferently.

Jiang Xiyu endured the pain, wanting to open his mouth and say something to him, but he heard Yue Jia speak, as if speaking to him, yet also as if talking to himself: "It's okay, it just so happens... I'm just like you... I've never loved you at all."

For some reason, he suddenly lost his voice when he said that last sentence.

He had never felt so embarrassed, so embarrassed that his eyes welled up with tears.

Jiang Xiyu realized his misunderstanding and pointed to her throat.

He couldn't speak...

Yuejia didn't see his movement. His gaze was fixed on the peach blossoms, on the dust, but refused to fall on Jiang Xiyu. As if to conceal his overflowing emotions, his face was pale, and he added in a low voice, "I've achieved my goal, and I no longer need you..."

Yuejia closed her eyes, gently telling herself indifferently, "Yes, I no longer need you, nor do I need your love..."

"I will continue to cultivate my path, and I will return to the realm of Buddha..."

Human life is but a drop in the ocean, and so is love; why should he act this way?

He is not Shiga; he wouldn't be foolish enough to give up everything for so-called love.

Yuejia tasted the blood on his lips and teeth. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at Jiang Xiyu again, as if to say resolutely: If you really don't love me, then I no longer need your love.

But his heart was clearly unwilling and resentful.

They insisted on being stubborn, as if only in this way could they show that they weren't actually sad.

Jiang Xiyu stared blankly at him, her eyes hurting so much that she could barely make out Yuejia's indistinct voice.

He seemed not to have heard Yuejia's words clearly for a moment, and traces of blood spilled from his lips again, his aura surging strangely.

Even though the pain was so intense that she felt like she was dying, Jiang Xiyu endured it all.

When Yuejia said, "I will return to the Buddhist Realm," it was like a thunderbolt striking him. After all the strength he had been holding back was dispelled, Jiang Xiyu asked him tremblingly, "You... want to return to the Buddhist Realm?"

Yuejia stared at the bloodstains on his lips, her gaze flickering slightly. Ignoring the piercing pain in her heart, she stubbornly asked, "Otherwise?"

I remain in this world, humbly begging for even a sliver of your love?

Yuejia stared at him, her stubbornness bordering on a sob: "Jiang Xiyu, if you don't love me, if your love isn't wholeheartedly given to me, I'd rather not have it..."

"You're right, I am that selfish, that bad..."

Jiang Xiyu suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

He looked at Yuejia intently, then slowly lowered his gaze. After a long while, he replied in a barely audible voice, "Alright."

Two words, spoken with immense difficulty, the voice like a knife slicing through flesh.

Okay, let's go back.

Okay, everyone go back now.

fair enough……

The pain in Jiang Xiyu's eyes inexplicably subsided, as if she were numb or relieved.

Much later, he was probably delirious from the pain, but before that, he held on to his last shred of clarity, released the body in his arms, and gave it to Yuejia.

After doing this, he staggered to his feet, looking more like a walking corpse than his body on the ground.

He was completely blank, as if his soul had been ripped out.

In fact, his soul was also on the verge of dissipating.

If both of them have returned to where they belonged, what is the point of him staying in this world?

Just as Shiga left, he suddenly felt an unprecedented weariness and felt that everything had lost its meaning.

I thought I was making everything possible, but this is how it ended up.

Yuejia's words merely severed his last remaining reason for staying. Even though this reason wouldn't last long, he never expected it to be taken away so quickly.

Jiang Xiyu really couldn't hold on any longer.

However, he didn't want to leave like this in front of Yuejia.

So he held onto this thought, numbly turning away, supporting himself to want to go further.

Therefore, at the moment he turned around, blood finally began to fall uncontrollably, drop by drop, hitting the soft peach blossoms and the chaotic footsteps.

No one could hear him, even though his cries were as broken and fragmented as the dripping blood.

Jiang Xiyu looked up at the clouds, as if trying to see through the misty clouds one last time.

However, he couldn't see anything.

The sound of the wind blowing was like prayer flags falling, until it disappeared from my ears.

Jiang Xiyu's figure stopped.

At the same time, Jinglian, who was standing guard not far away, suddenly shouted in alarm: "Oh no! His soul is dissipating!"

Yuejia was originally standing behind him, stubbornly refusing to reach out.

However, as soon as the voice came, the expression on his face quickly crumbled.

Several figures quickly darted towards Jiang Xiyu.

In a short while, many roses appeared from nowhere, their petals swirling endlessly in the air.

Purple demonic power dissipated from Jiang Xiyu's body, rising like incense smoke from a temple, seemingly reaching the heavens.

Jiang Xiyu felt her soul being ripped away, and her body fell down like a drifting leaf.

At this moment, his soul was like a kite released into the sky. The surrounding scene slowed down as he was peeled away, until time seemed to stand still, along with Jiang Xiyu's falling figure, and he remained in a meditative state for years.

Suddenly, his soul felt a long-lost warmth.

The gates of heaven reopened in the sky, and all things held their breath.

A golden curtain descended, enveloping Jiang Xiyu's soul within its gentle and peaceful embrace, until it carried him back to his body.

In the instant he fell, a compassionate embrace caught him, accompanied by a plea and a whisper as gentle as the wind: "Stay... kitty..."