Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Chapter 73: Dense Fog.

Shen Shu stood by the spring, listening to the trembling calls of the person inside.

The creamy, satiny white occupied his field of vision. The charming scene, hard to see normally and only staged in his dreams, was now unfolding in front of him.

Blood surged in his body instinctively, but Shen Shu's face remained expressionless.

He knew it was just an illusion.

Ye Yunlan would never show such a weak state in front of him. That person was accustomed to enduring, being patient, and being silent. If his injury really flared up, he would only be silent. He would bear it alone and wouldn't ask for help at all, let alone ask for a person's mercy.

...Like a white blossom growing in the ice and snow, lonely and silent, looking fragile and breakable, but some things were indestructible.

"Shu Er..."

The person's voice in the spring came from afar, hoarse and sultry.

The snow-white figure supported by the spring bank leaned over like a fish.

With crystal tears on his long eyelashes, his hands stretched upwards, and his slender five fingers opened like a lotus. It lifted, trying his best to get close to him.

"Help me..."

Shen Shu's throat swallowed. He felt a little warm in his body and thirsty in his throat. His eyes became extremely dark and heavy for a moment. He whispered: "I really want to help Master. I really want to, I want to..."

As he said this, his long eyelashes were half drooping. He looked at the snow-white figure in the spring. Suddenly, his thin red face filled with desire appeared indifferent.

"Unfortunately, you are not him."

He lifted the tip of Afterglow, and it passed through the snow-white figure.

The person in the spring opened his eyes wide. His raised hands fell weakly.

"Shen Shu," its voice was spiteful, "I hate you..."

It fell into the spring water. Its body turned into a red butterfly and flew away.

The bluish spring water returned to its calmness, like a bright mirror with its smooth face, but the dense fog around it remained.

Shen Shu closed his eyes.

Even if he knew that the other party was a phantom, the bitter words still lingered.

He remembered the decision he had made before coming to this secret realm. He slowly pressed his lips into a thin line.

He couldn't help but think, if he really did something like that to Ye Yunlan, would the other party hate him?

There was no doubt about the answer.

He clenched Afterglow in his hand and told himself not to think excessively. He looked around intently, wanting to continue to explore beyond the dense fog.

Suddenly, two thin, white hands wrapped around his neck from behind silently, climbing up like vines.

A strange and familiar cold incense surrounded him.

Someone whispered in his ear: "Shen Shu."

Shen Shu's body stiffened. He didn't get rid of the other party right away.

"Master is so tired... let me rest."

The other party spoke, and his thin body rested on his back, so light he could hardly feel any weight. The spring water wrapped around him, and the cold fragrance made people sink into oblivion.