Chapter 1276: Chapter 700: Paper Flowers (Double Chapter) (Part 2)
She glanced at the paper flower, flicked it away casually, and tried to sit up from the couch. She struggled to prop herself up but couldn’t muster the strength, while that person pressed her shoulder, pushing her back down,
"Little Fox, rest for a while first."
Her whole body was weak and limp. Yin Tingxue didn’t know why she felt so powerless. Looking at him again, could it be... he did something while she was asleep? Perhaps, he was always the worst, with such a huge appetite in that regard... Yin Tingxue frowned deeply, never understanding where these nonsensical thoughts came from.
After Chen Yi pressed her back, he bent down to pick up the paper flower, held it in front of her, and softly asked:
"Don’t you want it? You used to like it the most."
Yin Tingxue furrowed her brows, when did she ever like it? The people manifested in this World of Ignorance always spoke such nonsensical words without context.
No one had ever given her a paper flower, so why would she like it?
Recalling this, Yin Tingxue wasn’t sure if it was due to having been in a coma, but suddenly a sharp pain pierced her mind, and strands of memories leaked out from the seams of the seal.
He squatted halfway down, holding the paper flower, looking straight at her,
"Didn’t you say, an Instant Flower, falls instantly?"
She nodded slightly.
"All flowers will fall, but a paper flower like this will never fall."
Yin Tingxue shuddered, a warm stream of indescribable emotions suddenly flowed through her heart, her gaze becoming slightly crystalline, perhaps mingled with tears not fully shed from just earlier in the dream.
What’s happening to her?
"Even if we reincarnate, as long as you carry this paper flower, I will find you."
As the words fell on her ears, Yin Tingxue paused slightly, turned her head back, and saw him hold up the paper flower, offering it to her while smiling once more.
She was a little lost in thought.
But in this deathly silent World of Ignorance, being lost in thought could often be fatal. Realizing this, Yin Tingxue snapped back to her senses, slapping away his hand once more and coldly said:
"What do you want?"
He lowered his head, rare desolation appearing in his eyes, as if sighing quietly, then silently picked up the paper flower.
Yin Tingxue scoffed at this, she saw right through him; he was pretending to be pitiful again, she could see through his act without even listening. He sometimes liked to act pitiful in front of her, forcing her to take the initiative to comfort him. She still didn’t understand what he was like... wait... what "again"...
She raised her hand to her forehead, her expression subtly shifting, downcast eyes sinking in deep thought. After a while, she glanced sideways once more at him,
"You... are not Chen Yi, right."
Chen Yi blinked.
Yin Tingxue spoke each word clearly: "He’s already dead."
She would never remember wrongly; she had personally cut him down with her sword at the time. It was all so vivid, absolutely not illusory.
Having waited in silence for a long time without receiving an answer, Yin Tingxue glanced sharply in his direction, but he just kept looking straight at her without saying anything.
"It is if it is, it isn’t if it isn’t, why hide?" Yin Tingxue raised an eyebrow and said.
Finally, unable to hold it any longer, a corner of his mouth lifted in a slight smile, slowly saying, "Little Fox, am I or am I not, don’t you know?"
Yin Tingxue’s brows furrowed tightly, her expression vigilant, her fingertips instinctively moving towards the sword edge.
"Why not ask about the memories you’ve sealed away."
As soon as the words fell, Yin Tingxue’s face froze slightly. A moment later, her expression turned fierce as she said, "Those memories? They’re clearly fabricated from delusion, forged by this World of Ignorance."
As she spoke, she watched as Chen Yi slowly approached, casting an ambiguous shadow in the solidifying candlelight.
Feeling something was off, Yin Tingxue intended to retreat, but her whole body remained weak, as if her acupoints were ingeniously blocked, and his hand somehow landed on her calf under the bedding, the warmth of his palm penetrating through the thin fabric, bringing with it an undeniable familiarity, warming her slightly cool skin.
"Memories can lie, but the body can’t."
He drew closer and closer, the movements of his hand especially adept, his fingertips inexplicably slipping into the bedding, gradually tracing up along her calf, quickly reaching deeper places.
Yin Tingxue’s expression changed dramatically, her body trembled fiercely, that touch bringing not entirely disgust, instead stirring a type of familiarity buried deep in her bones, astonishing her. After trembling, she involuntarily relaxed her body.
As if this body had long been accustomed to such intimacy...
Perceiving his increasingly bold caresses, fear mixed with coldness filled Yin Tingxue’s eyes,
"Go, go away!" she shouted fiercely, attempting to fling his hand away, but her whole body remained sore and weak, with a strength less than a third of usual.
Chen Yi didn’t back away despite her reproach, instead, he drew his face closer with her feeble resistance, the tip of his nose nearly touching her temple, warm breath fluttering across her ear:
"Little Fox, you can seal memories, but can’t you seal the marital bond deep in the bones?"
"...What, what..." The Demon Sect Saintess caught onto something and suddenly raised her head, refusing to believe as she stared at him.
Chen Yi asked amusingly, "If not, with my temperament, wouldn’t I face you with swords drawn?"
It was nothing more than a mediocre sentence,
Yet Yin Tingxue shivered.
Could it be she... really became the wife of this enemy...
Her spine shivered with cold.
The sensation of the Little Fox’s tender skin on his fingertips, Chen Yi was pondering how to make the most of this, testing the true nature of the Little Fox.
If the Three Corpses were still present, Chen Yi might still concern himself with decorum, but having slain two, with only the Lower Body remaining, ultimately, he blamed her beloved Master Zhou.
"Little Fox, relax, I’m here, don’t be afraid." Having said this, Chen Yi was ready to completely pull the bedding back, but at that moment, Yin Tingxue’s expression suddenly contorted, cold sweat seeping out on her forehead.
"...What is it..." Chen Yi stopped his actions.
"Chen, Chen Yi... where are we now, how am I here?" Yin Tingxue’s face remained confused, still with some fear in her eyes.
Had the Little Fox returned?
Chen Yi’s eyes brightened slightly, pondering how to reply.
Yin Tingxue looked at him timidly, seeing him remain silent for a while, softly questioned, "Husband?"
As the words reached his ears, Chen Yi’s hand halted instantly, he scrutinized Yin Tingxue before him once again.
"Ah, Little Fox, even as a Demon Sect Saintess, you still scheme so much, yet, you dare not unseal the memories, pretending poorly."
Yin Tingxue paused slightly, the timidity in her eyes quickly vanished, reverting to the cold wary look from before.
Chen Yi casually pinched her cheek, stopping her hand that was about to slap him away, "You’re already calling me husband, our relationship, it’s not so equal."
Having said that, Chen Yi released her, the remaining words echoing into her ears, Yin Tingxue was stunned once more, coldness spreading from her spine.
Holding his sword, Chen Yi got up, exiting the room, as if giving her some time to think.
Though his figure departed, it was deeply etched in Yin Tingxue’s sight.
For a long time, Yin Tingxue’s fingertips trembled, only then slowly rose, pressing gently on the place he pinched earlier,
He hadn’t used a sealing gesture just now... so, she could hear...
What he just said... was all true...
It was a long while before the Demon Sect Saintess’s hand slowly dropped down, she rasped, murmuring:
"This, this can’t be true... just like them, they’re all fake, all... illusion."
After a long time, she joined her hands in prayer, silently reciting,
"Unparalleled Ming Venerable, illuminate the ten directions, may my body and mind be pure..."
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