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

Jiang Xiyu had already decided to leave, and even her soul had left her body.

However, just as he was about to leave, Shiga's golden phantom suddenly descended from the sky, and then an overwhelming Buddhist light poured down from the clouds once again, retaining Jiang Xiyu's nearly scattered soul.

After Jiang Xiyu's scattered soul returned to his body, Shiga caught his falling figure.

Jiang Xiyu thought she was hallucinating, but as she drifted off to sleep, she suddenly felt the cold temperature of someone pressing their forehead against hers.

How can he still sense temperature?

Jiang Xiyu was still somewhat dazed.

Shiga leaned down slightly and pressed his forehead against Shiga's, and once they were close, Shiga seemed to come back to life.

He closed his eyes briefly, then spoke gently again, softly saying, "Stay, don't go..."

Stay by my side...

After hearing this clearly, Jiang Xiyu trembled uncontrollably.

He was afraid it was a dream, so he refused to open his eyes.

As that familiar aura drew ever closer, Jiang Xiyu finally couldn't resist slowly raising her eyes, only to meet a pair of still, watery eyes.

Those eyes, like a deep pool reflecting the moon, now quietly reflected his pupils.

Jiang Xiyu was completely stunned; he simply couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Shiga's spirit reappeared before his eyes.

The person he watched leave with his own eyes, the person he thought he would never see again, actually appeared before his eyes once more.

The backlight softened his cool and handsome features, making him look like a bubble in water, unreal yet beautiful like a dream.

Jiang Xiyu stared at him blankly, raising her hand as if to touch his outline, but seeing the golden phantom around him, Jiang Xiyu's hand stopped in mid-air, as if she was afraid of breaking him.

Shiga saw through his intention, so he moved a little distance away and lowered his head slightly, indicating that Jiang Xiyu could touch him.

Jiang Xiyu's hand trembled, and there seemed to be pain in her eyes.

Shiga had no choice but to take his hand, touch it to her face, and say in a voice as soft as a wisp of cloud, "Cat, it's me, I'm back..."

He lowered his voice, but his tone still trembled slightly.

And so, it was this sentence that caused Jiang Xiyu's carefully constructed mask to fall away.

The torrent of sorrow that had been completely concealed beneath the calm after his departure suddenly burst forth, and Jiang Xiyu's voice finally broke free again. He cried out, "Master!"

The voice was low and hoarse, as if it were being forcibly pulled from the throat, so low it was almost like weeping blood, yet it seemed to disrupt the Buddha's light in a moment.

Shiga's eyes trembled slightly upon hearing the sound, as if a snow-capped mountain that never melts had collapsed at this moment. His eyes held the same sorrow as Jiang Xiyu's, as well as extreme heartache and helplessness.

Jiang Xiyu's hand slipped from his grasp and she suddenly hugged him very tightly, as if afraid he would disappear again.

Shiga lowered his eyes, raised his hand and gently stroked the back of his neck, then pressed him tightly into his arms, closing his eyes as if he had lost something and then regained it.

As he stepped onto the Buddha's steps, he had already made up his mind never to see him again.

He had resigned himself to the fact that he would never see him again.

The past between the two gradually dissipated in the Buddhist teachings, with the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss above and the chaotic human world below. Suddenly, Shiga saw himself in the Buddhist realm. He knew that he would only be accompanied by the purity that is without birth or death, and the long and boundless loneliness.

Romantic entanglements in the mortal world will ultimately leave no trace in his life.

Just as he made Jiang Xiyu forget him, once he finished walking down these Buddhist steps, he would also completely forget him and all those feelings.

They will eventually disappear from each other's worlds, forever and ever.

Shiga had no intention of rewriting the ending of this parting; he simply offered him a compassionate blessing before leaving.

Just having his thoughts by his side is enough.

Finally, Shiga no longer looked back, nor did he linger.

He felt neither anger nor joy, letting those memories slip through his fingers like quicksand.

Until the very last moment, he suddenly heard a true saying in the Buddha's teachings.

A mantra he had been searching for in his spiritual practice suddenly came to his ear along with the gentle breeze, and into his heart, which was on the verge of death.

He heard it; it was a belated response from love.

Shiga did not believe it because of his subconscious reaction.

However, he heard him crying, crying so sadly, so heartbreakingly…

Finally, at some point, Shiga stopped in his tracks.

Between heaven and earth, countless banners fluttered in the wind, seemingly repeating that plaintive lament: "Master... I also love you..."

I adore you...

His heart was in turmoil, and this one sentence rendered him completely immobile.

Those memories that had vanished like quicksand returned to his palm in an instant.

He will never forget, he can never forget again.

If the Buddha's words do not enter your heart, even the most beautiful clouds will turn into bubbles.

In the illusion, he seemed to see that person's hysterical, distraught figure.

It turns out that his departure caused him such pain...

It turns out, even he makes mistakes sometimes...

So, saying I have no regrets actually means I do have regrets...

Shiga turned his head with a calm expression, looking down at the view from his high vantage point, his robes fluttering in the wind.

A cold wind brushed past his eyes for a moment, and it was as if the accumulated snow had melted into water. The water droplets fell, and the still water rippled, leaving a lasting mark that lingered and seeped into his heart.

Therefore, he stopped his spiritual practice and lowered his eyes to the Buddha.

The next moment, his soul vanished between heaven and earth.

He didn't understand why Jiang Xiyu was like this, why her soul had scattered, but at that moment, an unprecedented panic surged in Shijia's heart.

It's as if if he didn't stop or turn back, he would completely disappear from this world.

That thought made it impossible for him to stay by his side any longer, and he could no longer find him.

Love breeds sorrow, love breeds fear.

As Shiga watched him leave, he was truly terrified...

His pupils suddenly turned icy cold, and he began to rush down the steps of the Buddha statue without regard for anything else.

However, on the Buddha's steps, all the Buddhas were present, and the scriptures they recited were like thunder in his ears, which at this moment also became shackles binding Shika.

Shiga could not turn back.

The Buddha sat on a lotus throne and solemnly asked him, "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, Shakya, do you truly wish to turn back?"

Shiga snapped out of his reverie and turned around. In his mind, he recalled the desolate years he had spent in the human world.

This endless practice seems to have no end.

Until one day, his spiritual practice began, and he finally experienced what is called the 'human world'.