Chapter 187 - 119 Let Me Save You

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Chapter 187: Chapter 119 Let Me Save YouHuai Yin saw Sang Chen’s reddened face and suddenly remembered the day he returned to the temple when he saw Sang Chen’s joyful excitement, and he instantly understood. "You want to protect that Wife." Huai Yin sat cross-legged under the corridor, his gaze falling on the fallen leaves floating in the water tank in front of him, his limpid eyes also fluctuating with the ripples that spread around the leaves. Sang Chen, with a flushed face, uneasily grasped his robe and sat down beside him, earnestly listening to the teachings. Observing his demeanor, and thinking of his personality, Huai Yin’s brows stayed furrowed, and he began with slightly parted lips, "That Wife does not like you." Under Huai Yin’s gaze, Sang Chen’s complexion gradually turned paler. "If you desire the power to protect her, you essentially don’t need to enter officialdom, acknowledge the identity of the legitimate son of the Cui family from the sixth wife, and inherit your father’s noble title. You are the legitimate descendant of the Boling Cui family, the noble Lord of Cheng County." Huai Yin’s phoenix eyes shifted slightly, and with a pitiful look turned towards Sang Chen, watching his resistant gaze, he said, "You see, your affection for her is just so much." Sang Chen’s face turned deathly pale, and he looked at Huai Yin, shocked. He had not expected this uncle, who only spoke of Buddhist doctrines, to speak so sharply and mercilessly. Huai Yin seemed to have no intention of stopping, "You hate your parents for being too vulnerable, your mother for committing suicide, your father for dying of heartbreak. You hate the Cui family for abandoning you, so you refuse to acknowledge them, but Sui Yuan, there are far crueller things in this world, and if you can’t bear this, you won’t be able to bear what comes next. If that Wife truly cared for you, she would be willing to live a life of obscurity with you, but as it is, the flower wishes, but the stream does not care, does it?" These harsh and piercing words left Sang Chen unable to respond for a long time. Indeed, the lover is willing, but the beloved is not. Huai Yin picked a fallen leaf out of the water tank, his clear voice sounding almost like a guiding chant, "Whether you acknowledge it or not, your background and status are on par with Young Master Xiao, and compared to him, you are even more innocent. But you lost from the start." "Why?" Sang Chen also faintly knew the outcome, but he never understood why. Looking at Huai Yin, under the bright sunlight, his whole body seemed to be coated with a halo of sanctity, his phoenix eyes slightly downturned, and the corners of his lips seemed to carry a faint smile. This smile, filled with complex meanings, resembled reminiscence, joy, and regret... He said, "You admire her, so you rushed to propose marriage. Was she pleased?" If you love someone, you should consider their thoughts. In this matter, there isn’t really a question of winning or losing; Sang Chen simply didn’t understand Ran Yan’s thoughts, didn’t grasp her feelings. Sёarᴄh the nôvel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Only with mutual love can one remain steadfast. If it’s merely one-sided persistence, it ends up harming both." Huai Yin discarded the leaf he had picked from the water, letting it fall onto the thick layer of accumulated leaves, and gazing at his own reflection in the water, somewhat lost in thought. Sang Chen’s expression brightened, and his eyes regained their sparkle, "I understand now! Thank you, Uncle Huai Yin!" Huai Yin pulled back his thoughts, turned his head towards Sang Chen, and saw him perform a joyful Buddhist salutation, quickly put on his wooden clogs, and run out. Huai Yin slightly knitted his brows, feeling not at all convinced that he had understood anything; otherwise, he wouldn’t be so delighted. But, considering Sang Chen always had different ideas from others, he decided not to ask further about it. Sang Chen ran out of Yuncong Temple excitedly and headed towards Yingmei Temple. Just as he reached the foot of the mountain, suddenly everything went dark before his eyes. Someone had covered him with a sack, and before he could struggle, he felt a pain in the back of his neck and immediately lost consciousness. The person quickly stuffed the limp Sang Chen into the sack, shouldered it, and disappeared into the woods with a few leaps. The autumn breeze was brisk, and Yingmei Temple was enveloped in a gloomy atmosphere. In the already desolate Nunnery, of the only three managing Nuns, one had died, one had not yet cleared herself of suspicion, and thankfully, there were no significant matters needing direction, allowing Jing Xue to manage on her own. Ran Yan lay on the couch, listlessly staring at the ceiling, feeling intermittent pain in her right forearm. Snap. Ran Yan paused for a moment, then looked down to see a bright red blossom of blood burst forth on the plain white cloth of her arm. "Mistress Xing?" Ran Yan called out. Ran Yan pulled up the quilt to cover her arms and instructed, "I want to take a short nap. Do not disturb me for any reason." Madam Xing responded and, after closing the window and drawing the curtains, quietly exited the room. The door creaked shut, and from the beams above, a figure in black drifted down like falling leaves. Droplets of blood followed his descent, blossoming on the embroidered quilt. Ran Yan, seeing the bloodless, handsome face lying before her, couldn’t help but gasp, "Su Fu!" Su Fu opened his eyes and gave her a faint smile, his hoarse voice saying, "I knew I shouldn’t have come looking for you, but in this world, after much thought, you are the only one who could take care of my body after death." Ran Yan frowned and examined his body, which showed no signs of injuries. "It’s internal injuries." Su Fu shed his icy defenses, and in that moment, he appeared so fragile yet resilient, just like the countless times Ran Yan had seen herself in dreams. Su Fu saw the long flute set beside the bed, casually picked it up, and lightly flicked open the mouthpiece, ejecting a slender short knife. "Ah Yan, may I address you like this?" The blade’s reflection brightened his eyes, turning them into a cold, deep pool. "As you wish." Ran Yan sat up cross-legged, observing the heavily injured yet indifferent man, her brow furrowing tighter, "Are you going to treat this wound or not?" Blood trickled again from the corner of Su Fu’s mouth, casting a ghastly pallor across his face. He roughly wiped it away and, holding the short knife, walked to the window, then turned back to say, "At noon tomorrow, ten miles out on the grassland, kindly take care of my body. For this favor, I, Su Fu, in my next life, will repay you with utmost gratitude." Just as he was about to jump out of the window, his waist suddenly tightened, followed by the soft body pressing against him from behind. Ran Yan’s deep voice came through, "Let me save you. I’d rather save a life than collect a body." When she entered the Medical College, she had dreamed of being an angel in white, but later she was assigned to forensic medicine. From initial rejection to eventual acceptance and fondness, Ran Yan had dissected thousands of bodies but had saved only a handful of living people. Su Fu suddenly chuckled softly, letting Ran Yan embrace him, his hand bracing against the window sill, he forcefully swallowed the blood rising in his throat, "I once thought that freeing myself from that person’s control would mark a new beginning for my life... I was too naive. I merely fell from one hell into another, even deeper and more torturous." As he spoke, he suddenly turned around, encircled Ran Yan with his arms, and buried his face in her neck. This position lasted for a long while. A chill breeze blew through the crack in the window, and Ran Yan felt a warm stream flow from her neck down her spine, the sweet, metallic scent filling her nostrils. "Su Fu, Su Fu," Ran Yan gently shook him. Su Fu’s large body heavily collapsed, and disregarding the pain in her hands, Ran Yan carefully laid him flat on the floor and started a thorough examination. ****** Author’s note: I pondered over this Chapter for a long time before posting it. Generally speaking, Ran Yan has no ambiguous relationship with anyone. The relationships are quite ordinary. If there is any ambiguity, it only involves Su Fu, mainly because the men are competing for her. Yet, in this competition, their feelings for Ran Yan are not deep enough to last until death. Many readers urge me to decide on the male lead, and I have been struggling with whether to take the chance to settle it, but after much consideration, I prefer to follow the original plan. Changing the pace could create significant plot holes. "Full Tang" is different from "Beautiful Warrior"; the latter is about lifelong loyalty with a fixed male lead, Bai Su, who is a passionately emotional protagonist. In contrast, Ran Yan is slow to warm up, and her emotions are very rational. Instant love is improbable for her. I aim to craft a different kind of romance, currently balancing it out so no one attributes mistaken motives to the protagonist. It’s not hard to see who fits best as the male lead by looking at compatibility. The three men are symbolized by different colors: Sang Chen is white, representing light and purity; Su Fu is black, hidden in darkness, performing the darkest deeds, never seeing the sunlight; while Xiao Song is gray, standing in righteousness but forced to engage in dark acts, deceitful and sly. Readers have different perspectives and naturally support different candidates. I will continue according to my original outline, gradually unfolding the protagonist’s emotional and career progression... Well... After several sleepless nights, I’ve finally calmed down. I think since it’s not yet time for love, I shouldn’t force it, lest it feels even more forced to the readers. Well, that’s all for now. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for a monthly ticket or recommendation ticket.

Chapter 187 - 119 Let Me Save You

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