Achieving A Happy Ending With The Tragic Female Lead [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 31

Wanqi Yue was rarely one to sleep in, she usually rose before the hour of Chen (7:00 AM). Today, however, she had uncharacteristically slept late.

When she opened her eyes, her vision was blurry, and her head felt a strange, inexplicable sensation, as if the entire world were draped in cloth, making everything seem indistinct and surreal.

The furnishings in the room looked familiar at first glance, so she closed her eyes again and rolled over.

Su Mi, who had been merely resting her eyes beside her, opened them upon hearing the rustle of movement. She turned her head to see Wanqi Yue facing her with eyes shut.

In her sleep, Wanqi Yue’s fine hairs fell across her forehead, her thin eyelids revealed a faint hint of pink, and her thick lashes cast small shadows. Her slender fingers rested casually by the pillow.

Su Mi reached out to brush away the slightly messy strands of hair. Listening to the other’s shallow breathing brought an infinite sense of peace to her heart. She closed her eyes again, wanting to savor this moment of tranquility and comfort a little longer.

But a moment later, Wanqi Yue suddenly bolted upright. She stared straight ahead, her face momentarily blank.

Su Mi was also startled. She sat up, propping herself with one hand, her long hair cascading over half her body. She frowned slightly, her brow etched with concern: “What is it? Do you feel unwell?”

After all, Wanqi Yue had drunk nearly half a jar of that wine she brought back yesterday all by herself.

Hearing the voice, Wanqi Yue turned her messy head. Her expression didn’t change much upon seeing Su Mi, she was still in a daze.

“I think I had a dream,” she murmured to herself.

In the dream, she seemed to… kiss Senior Sister. And Senior Sister had said so many things to her. Clearly, she remembered every word then, but now, she couldn’t recall a single sentence.

It wasn’t until she reached out to touch Su Mi that the sensation against her fingertips felt so real. The Senior Sister before her had clear, noble features that gradually overlapped with the person who had leaned toward her in the darkness.

Those blurred, illusory memories solidified in an instant, overwhelming her like a heavy shroud. It was as if raindrops had hit the water’s surface, triggering ripple after ripple of realization.

Seeing Wanqi Yue like this, Su Mi roughly understood what was happening. After a moment’s thought, she got out of bed and walked to the table. She poured a cup of cold tea and, upon returning to the bedside, used her spiritual power to heat it to a palatable temperature before holding it to Wanqi Yue’s lips.

Thirsty beyond measure upon waking, Wanqi Yue didn’t hesitate to drink the water right from Su Mi’s hand until the cup was empty.

“Do you want more?”

Wanqi Yue first nodded, then shook her head. Thinking of something, her face gradually flushed with a faint crimson hue.

Su Mi sat down beside her naturally and asked, “What did you dream about?”

Wanqi Yue didn’t quite dare look Senior Sister in the eye. Her head was still spinning, and she didn’t know how to answer.

Su Mi’s hand tapped rhythmically against the edge of the bed. She wondered if she should give Wanqi Yue some space. But then she recalled the “slip of the tongue” incident back at the inn, she had tried to give Wanqi Yue space then, too, but it seemed to have backfired.

Gauging the proper boundaries of intimacy was her weakness, it was more difficult than anything else.

After some thought, Su Mi spoke: “Do you need me to leave for a while?”

Wanqi Yue, still in a semi-dreaming state, misinterpreted the words. She furrowed her brows, looking tense and solemn: “Who is ‘Yi Hui’? Do you have to leave her to be with me?”

Su Mi was stunned for a moment, then couldn’t help but press her lips together and smile.

Meanwhile, Wanqi Yue had already concocted a whole dramatic plot in her head, even imagining that the Mountain Lord was this “Yi Hui.” Her heart felt sour and painful, and her eyes welled up with grievance: “When did you two get together? Then what we did last night… counts as…”

The words seemed hard to voice. Wanqi Yue stuttered for a long time before finally forcing them out: “…does it count as an affair?”

Su Mi lightly flicked her forehead with a finger, interrupting her wild fabrications. A hint of subtle tenderness appeared on her usually aloof face: “What nonsense are you thinking?”

Wanqi Yue covered her forehead where she’d been flicked. That touch had injected a sliver of cool spiritual energy into her, clearing her mind. She replayed Senior Sister’s words in her head and finally realized her mistake.

How embarrassing.

So embarrassing!

Feeling more humiliated by the second, Wanqi Yue decided to go all the way, she turned around and buried herself under the covers.

Su Mi watched the curled-up lump facing away from her. Her eyes held a touch of morning mist, giving her a gentle warmth rarely seen.

She leaned over and lightly patted Wanqi Yue’s shoulder.

Wanqi Yue, having buried her head thoroughly, seemed to undergo a difficult internal struggle. She slowly lifted her head from the bedding to look back. Her hair was even messier now, her eyes glimmering with liquid light, and her slightly swollen lips were parted, revealing a scarlet tint. She looked quite “easy to pick on.”

Su Mi placed a hand against her cheek and tilted her head up slightly.

Wanqi Yue looked at her and asked in a muffled voice: “Wh-what is it?”

Su Mi lowered herself and kissed those red, full lips. She looked up at her and said succinctly:

“An affair.”

Wanqi Yue’s face turned red instantly, the flush spreading all the way to the tips of her ears. She couldn’t say a word for a long time.

Just as Su Mi prepared to let go and stand up, she heard an extremely soft voice from below.

“…Then, can we have another ‘affair’?”

Qiao Wuyu, who had been out all night, didn’t return until around noon.

At that time, Wanqi Yue was holding “Coal Ball” (the cat/spirit beast) and observing it closely, the patch of fur she had accidentally pulled out earlier still hadn’t grown back.

Because Su Mi was resting nearby with her eyes closed, Coal Ball didn’t dare move, allowing the female lead to play with it as she pleased.

Wanqi Yue walked over to Su Mi, who was writing talismans: “Senior Sister, I pulled out a tuft of Coal Ball’s fur last time and it hasn’t grown back. Why? Now when the wind blows, you can see the bald spot. I feel a bit bad for it.”

Su Mi glanced indifferently at Coal Ball: “Then just pluck the rest of it clean.”

!!! Coal Ball’s heart jumped in terror, its fur standing on end.

Fortunately, Wanqi Yue retained her sanity and didn’t follow the “tyrant’s” suggestion.

While Wanqi Yue was deep in thought, Qiao Wuyu walked in from outside. She naturally greeted her Fifth Senior Sister, but the latter’s response was distracted, her eyes even carrying a hint of hesitation.

Originally, Wanqi Yue wanted to ask if she knew how to treat Coal Ball’s “baldness,” but seeing the fatigue in Qiao Wuyu’s expression, she decided not to disturb her.

After a brief greeting, Qiao Wuyu returned to her own room.

Unable to figure anything out on her own, Wanqi Yue went back to Senior Sister’s side, watching her write talismans fluently.

“Senior Sister, why are you writing so many? Is there a specific use for them?”

They didn’t look like practice sheets, these were basic talismans, though Su Mi had modified them slightly.

Su Mi finished the final stroke of the talisman in her hand and caught it as it hovered in the air.

“Yes. Second Senior Sister came to me yesterday. She said the new City Lord asked her to properly handle the formations at the residence behind the Medical Immortal Temple, to prevent others from wandering in and getting hurt.”

After the truth about the “Medical Immortal” was revealed to the world, the former City Lord and others who had aided the villainy were cursed and hated by the citizens. The former City Lord resigned, and Baizhi City temporarily chose an acting City Lord to manage affairs.

The hundreds of formations in the courtyard behind the temple were a major headache for the acting City Lord, who had to seek help from cultivators. While these formations weren’t individually difficult, the fact that thousands were stacked together increased the complexity exponentially. Almost no one could unravel them.

Previously, Su Mi had been seriously injured and unconscious, so Fang Yun didn’t tell her. Knowing she was better now, Fang Yun asked yesterday if she would help the acting City Lord with this favor.

In Wanqi Yue’s memory, Senior Sister usually disliked meddling in such mundane affairs. She hadn’t expected her to agree.

Su Mi said meaningfully, “Some things must be resolved.” Then she changed the subject: “What do you think of Second Senior Sister as a person?”

“Second Senior Sister?” Wanqi Yue didn’t know why she brought her up, but answered seriously: “She is upright. Though she is a woman of few words, she is steady and reliable. When you weren’t around, Senior Sister, it was always she who stood in front of us.”

Su Mi’s eyebrows raised slightly, though her face showed little emotion. “Only good words?”

Wanqi Yue sensed a hint of danger and immediately sat up straight: “However, when I was young, I heard the Master and Sect Leader discussing her. They said they feared she was ‘too rigid and might snap.’ I didn’t understand then, but later I realized they meant she sometimes doesn’t know how to adapt, making her seem a bit cold and heartless.”

She quickly added: “I’m not just praising her. I like you much more, Senior Sister.”

A faint smile appeared in Su Mi’s eyes, though she remained non-committal. “Then would you trust her as much as you trust me?”

Wanqi Yue’s expression became solemn. Holding Coal Ball, she lowered her eyes and thought deeply for a long while before nodding: “I would.”

Su Mi said nothing after hearing this.

“Senior Sister, why did you suddenly ask me that?” Wanqi Yue sensed something strange. Why would Senior Sister suddenly ask about Second Senior Sister? And it didn’t look like she was being jealous.

Su Mi casually conjured a talisman paper. Fluent lines glowing with faint light appeared on the semi-transparent paper formed by spiritual energy. The moment she finished the stroke, the two merged perfectly.

She handed this unique talisman to Wanqi Yue: “Because I don’t trust others. I only trust you.”

Wanqi Yue looked at the talisman in her palm, nodding as if she understood, then suddenly looked up: “Senior Sister, will you destroy that courtyard?”

Su Mi looked into her eyes and replied: “No.”

It wasn’t hard to see Wanqi Yue’s sympathy for the Medical Immortal’s fate. Even the Mountain Lord, who had turned back time, chose to help her in the end. Although in Su Mi’s eyes they were completely different people, they shared a similar origin.

Wanqi Yue felt a bit embarrassed. “I know they committed unpardonable sins, but it feels like they had no better choice. If it were me…”

Su Mi cut off her hypothetical scenario: “There are no ‘ifs.’ I won’t let you become like that.”

Wanqi Yue fell silent, then said seriously, “I won’t let you become like that either, Senior Sister.”

She suddenly glanced at the tightly closed door behind them, then stood up and leaned close to Su Mi. Tilting her head, she quickly kissed her on the cheek and said with a beaming smile:

“This time, it’s a ‘sneak’ kiss.”