Chapter 365
365 6.03 – Food Lady – The Wheel Of Time
+— Author’s note —-+
Edited by Psycho S.
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° When Dai An arrived at his abandoned place, she caught the sight of a dim candlelight from his office window. Getting near, she waited patiently for him to acknowledge her presence. A bit nervous, she thought about how to introduce herself. Did he go somewhere? Should she give him a surprise?
° Opening the door to his bedroom, Dai An caught the strong scent of blood. Dark foreboding began to devour the warmth out of her body, leaving her insides cold as ice. All she could do was pray that at the end of the bloody trail, he would be there, alive and breathing.
° Getting near his bed, Dai An touched his skin... It was so cold. She wanted him to look at her, to say that this was all a big lie. Everything was an illusion. Unfortunately, no such thing happened. He had passed on. He was now only a corpse; he was gone. The shell he carried around from birth was given up carelessly, as if life didn’t matter to him at all.
° “Did you love her that much? You should have given it to me instead, I would have treasured it with all my might,” touching the knife in his heart, tears poured down Dai An’s eyes. He always fed that part of her that needed it the most. The heart that dwelled within her chest, “They say healing from loss takes more time than broken bones... Is it your case too? I always thought that broken bones hurt much more until...”
° Unable to sense the two presences in the room, Dai An continued to pour her sins out until her voice became raspy, “I even planned to share my favourite food with you.” She opened her bag filled with food, and took out her least favourite things (though even then, they still had a high value) like bananas and citrus fruits. What was the point of giving her ‘comfort food’ to a corpse? Actually, here was a better question: why was she even talking to a corpse? She searched his room for anything that could be useful to her and then, once deeming the search over, she hurriedly left the place.
° Ru Quan, the man who didn’t fall under the chains of society, the man Dai An wanted to see at the top, decided to kill himself and her plans.
.....
Now, of the two presences that were hiding in the room, there was only one who left (the dying Ru Quan). The other presence (Xuan Mu) continued to remain by the oblivious Dai An’s side.
° From the books she found in his library, Dai An would have never thought that he also took interest in studying mystic and occult things like her. Noticing how nobody was coming to his rescue, she walked back to his room like her limbs didn’t really belong to her and each step was a negotiation rather than an order. She winced when crossing the bloody floor. She bent against the will of her joints to get to his eye level and wrapped her arms around his neck, “Come back, please.”
· · ———- · ???· ———- · ·
° Rain fell down into the wet ground; the droplets pausing on the surface before being sucked into the dark soil, easing the strength Dai An had to put into digging a resting place for his remains. Her aches and distress kicked in. To cry so much, to be processing so much pain and regrets- her mind and heart felt as though they had been burned by acid.
Unable to continue, Xuan Mu woke up while covering his blazing blue eyes, horrified and exhausted at the same time. Coexisting with the little remains of his wife’s soul... was devastating. He would feel a paralyzing kind of numbness one second then feel he would be overwhelmed by what felt like everything at once the next second. She was like a parasite that fed on his sanity.
There seemed to be a kind of communication between them that was beyond a mortal’s understanding. Did the little fragment Xuan Mu painstakingly tried to keep alive try to convey something to him?
How could his wife’s sharp survival instincts fall under the claws of that stalker? Compared to her first two lifetimes, the third one was born less sensitive to her surroundings. As if something or somebody purposely weakened her consciousness whereas the traumatic experience was like a forced push; a wake-up call for her dulled senses to slowly recover to the way they were before.
Ru Quan, himself, wanted to be free from Bai Meili. He wouldn’t obtain his freedom unless he redeemed his past cruel actions with enough effort and hard work. Matchmaking his ex with the right man while blending in with the background was, in no way, fun.
Ru Quan watched how Bai Maili fell in and out of love with other men, got betrayed, then had a happily ever after with one of his friends. His devotion towards her disappeared quickly, leaving behind a bitter taste in his mouth whenever he thought of her.
Xuan Mu went through 13 lifetimes, while Bing Shi only went through 5.
The question was...
What did Dai An do to her soul to end up being unable to reincarnate for so many lifetimes?
· · ———- · ???· ———- · ·
Current time...
Barely keeping his consciousness, an injured man collapsed before an approaching car while holding his bleeding abdomen.
The woman who almost drove over the injured man, hurriedly got out of the car, “Mister, are you alright?! Hey, wake up!”
When she set her eyes on his glorious features, her heart skipped for a second, his good looks were an understatement. The longer she stared, the more dashing he looked. The moment she heard a gunshot, her body shook in dread. She quickly dragged the man inside her car. His state was in a dire situation. To calm herself down, she turned on the radio and began to sing a song, “Love me baby, oh, how I need you~.”
The man opened his eyes slightly, to have a look at his saviour. Inwardly, when he gathered enough bearings to think, he lamented on how his savior was such a weirdo, and then he forced himself to speak through his dry throat “Don’t... hospital...”
Standing behind a tree, a man with dark circles underneath his eyes secured the gun inside his holster and walked towards the park to pick up his son. Xuan Mu was not his wife; he couldn’t take over her job of fixing broken souls. But being his ex’s matchmaker for eight lifetimes caused him to be efficient in this aspect more than he wanted to admit. See? He just tied a string of fate around a pair of soulmates with a snap of his fingers. His son was a bit of a high-maintenance baby so he took on this job aside from being a proxy. If his wife was here, she would be very proud of him.
If Bing Shi was here and saw what he just did, she would call him a HUGE. BLACK. PLOT. HOLE.
· · ———- · ???· ———- · ·
“Little boy, where are your parents?” A young lady asked the lone child playing in the playground, offering him candy. How could someone leave a child in the middle of the night with only street lamps shining some dim light on the poor thing?
“Daddy?” waiting for his daddy, Ying Xiong dug a small mountain of sand with a shovel and pilled it up at the back of his big toy truck. He peeked at the offered candy, looked around his surroundings carefully, then accepted the candy with his little fist and put it inside his mouth, not forgetting to give the young lady a polite thank you, “Mommy, mommy.”
“What did I say about accepting things from strangers?”
Hearing the familiar cold tone, Ying Xiong quickly gulped down the candy to hide the evidence, but he failed miserably as he began to choke in front of the eyes of his bemused father.
+– ANTIPIRACY NOTE–+
Hello, dear reader. If by any chance, you are reading this somewhere else besides W e b n o v e l, it means you’re reading my novel illegally. To support my work, please read QT: Against My Will from an original source, which is w w w dot w e b n o v e l dot com. Thank you.
+—————–+
+— Author’s note —-+
Edited by Psycho S.
+—————–+
° When Dai An arrived at his abandoned place, she caught the sight of a dim candlelight from his office window. Getting near, she waited patiently for him to acknowledge her presence. A bit nervous, she thought about how to introduce herself. Did he go somewhere? Should she give him a surprise?
° Opening the door to his bedroom, Dai An caught the strong scent of blood. Dark foreboding began to devour the warmth out of her body, leaving her insides cold as ice. All she could do was pray that at the end of the bloody trail, he would be there, alive and breathing.
° Getting near his bed, Dai An touched his skin... It was so cold. She wanted him to look at her, to say that this was all a big lie. Everything was an illusion. Unfortunately, no such thing happened. He had passed on. He was now only a corpse; he was gone. The shell he carried around from birth was given up carelessly, as if life didn’t matter to him at all.
° “Did you love her that much? You should have given it to me instead, I would have treasured it with all my might,” touching the knife in his heart, tears poured down Dai An’s eyes. He always fed that part of her that needed it the most. The heart that dwelled within her chest, “They say healing from loss takes more time than broken bones... Is it your case too? I always thought that broken bones hurt much more until...”
° Unable to sense the two presences in the room, Dai An continued to pour her sins out until her voice became raspy, “I even planned to share my favourite food with you.” She opened her bag filled with food, and took out her least favourite things (though even then, they still had a high value) like bananas and citrus fruits. What was the point of giving her ‘comfort food’ to a corpse? Actually, here was a better question: why was she even talking to a corpse? She searched his room for anything that could be useful to her and then, once deeming the search over, she hurriedly left the place.
° Ru Quan, the man who didn’t fall under the chains of society, the man Dai An wanted to see at the top, decided to kill himself and her plans.
.....
Now, of the two presences that were hiding in the room, there was only one who left (the dying Ru Quan). The other presence (Xuan Mu) continued to remain by the oblivious Dai An’s side.
° From the books she found in his library, Dai An would have never thought that he also took interest in studying mystic and occult things like her. Noticing how nobody was coming to his rescue, she walked back to his room like her limbs didn’t really belong to her and each step was a negotiation rather than an order. She winced when crossing the bloody floor. She bent against the will of her joints to get to his eye level and wrapped her arms around his neck, “Come back, please.”
· · ———- · ???· ———- · ·
° Rain fell down into the wet ground; the droplets pausing on the surface before being sucked into the dark soil, easing the strength Dai An had to put into digging a resting place for his remains. Her aches and distress kicked in. To cry so much, to be processing so much pain and regrets- her mind and heart felt as though they had been burned by acid.
Unable to continue, Xuan Mu woke up while covering his blazing blue eyes, horrified and exhausted at the same time. Coexisting with the little remains of his wife’s soul... was devastating. He would feel a paralyzing kind of numbness one second then feel he would be overwhelmed by what felt like everything at once the next second. She was like a parasite that fed on his sanity.
There seemed to be a kind of communication between them that was beyond a mortal’s understanding. Did the little fragment Xuan Mu painstakingly tried to keep alive try to convey something to him?
How could his wife’s sharp survival instincts fall under the claws of that stalker? Compared to her first two lifetimes, the third one was born less sensitive to her surroundings. As if something or somebody purposely weakened her consciousness whereas the traumatic experience was like a forced push; a wake-up call for her dulled senses to slowly recover to the way they were before.
Ru Quan, himself, wanted to be free from Bai Meili. He wouldn’t obtain his freedom unless he redeemed his past cruel actions with enough effort and hard work. Matchmaking his ex with the right man while blending in with the background was, in no way, fun.
Ru Quan watched how Bai Maili fell in and out of love with other men, got betrayed, then had a happily ever after with one of his friends. His devotion towards her disappeared quickly, leaving behind a bitter taste in his mouth whenever he thought of her.
Xuan Mu went through 13 lifetimes, while Bing Shi only went through 5.
The question was...
What did Dai An do to her soul to end up being unable to reincarnate for so many lifetimes?
· · ———- · ???· ———- · ·
Current time...
Barely keeping his consciousness, an injured man collapsed before an approaching car while holding his bleeding abdomen.
The woman who almost drove over the injured man, hurriedly got out of the car, “Mister, are you alright?! Hey, wake up!”
When she set her eyes on his glorious features, her heart skipped for a second, his good looks were an understatement. The longer she stared, the more dashing he looked. The moment she heard a gunshot, her body shook in dread. She quickly dragged the man inside her car. His state was in a dire situation. To calm herself down, she turned on the radio and began to sing a song, “Love me baby, oh, how I need you~.”
The man opened his eyes slightly, to have a look at his saviour. Inwardly, when he gathered enough bearings to think, he lamented on how his savior was such a weirdo, and then he forced himself to speak through his dry throat “Don’t... hospital...”
Standing behind a tree, a man with dark circles underneath his eyes secured the gun inside his holster and walked towards the park to pick up his son. Xuan Mu was not his wife; he couldn’t take over her job of fixing broken souls. But being his ex’s matchmaker for eight lifetimes caused him to be efficient in this aspect more than he wanted to admit. See? He just tied a string of fate around a pair of soulmates with a snap of his fingers. His son was a bit of a high-maintenance baby so he took on this job aside from being a proxy. If his wife was here, she would be very proud of him.
If Bing Shi was here and saw what he just did, she would call him a HUGE. BLACK. PLOT. HOLE.
· · ———- · ???· ———- · ·
“Little boy, where are your parents?” A young lady asked the lone child playing in the playground, offering him candy. How could someone leave a child in the middle of the night with only street lamps shining some dim light on the poor thing?
“Daddy?” waiting for his daddy, Ying Xiong dug a small mountain of sand with a shovel and pilled it up at the back of his big toy truck. He peeked at the offered candy, looked around his surroundings carefully, then accepted the candy with his little fist and put it inside his mouth, not forgetting to give the young lady a polite thank you, “Mommy, mommy.”
“What did I say about accepting things from strangers?”
Hearing the familiar cold tone, Ying Xiong quickly gulped down the candy to hide the evidence, but he failed miserably as he began to choke in front of the eyes of his bemused father.
+– ANTIPIRACY NOTE–+
Hello, dear reader. If by any chance, you are reading this somewhere else besides W e b n o v e l, it means you’re reading my novel illegally. To support my work, please read QT: Against My Will from an original source, which is w w w dot w e b n o v e l dot com. Thank you.
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