After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 84.1

Gui Ji had never seen the timid young girl before her.

She only felt that the sight of Luo Yu holding Jiang Yun’s hand, trembling behind Jiang Yun, and calling out “Elder Sister,” was so grating.

Luo Yu said she was a demon?

Would Jiang Yun… believe her?

Gui Ji noticed Jiang Yun’s expression faltered slightly, then she smiled gently, seemingly unconcerned, and still spoke up for her, “A’Yu, you mustn’t wrongfully accuse A’Ji.”

“She is my best treasured sword, not a demon at all.”

Just… a sword?

Gui Ji felt as if she had plunged into the bone-chilling blood water again. She lowered her face, felt her blood flow backwards, utterly lost.

How could a cold stone have warm blood?

It was merely that the rosy light she willingly resided in no longer shone only on her.

After leaving the Immersed Sea, she had witnessed so many people by Jiang Yun’s side. Huai Lang, Su Xue, Huai Ning, and now, another ordinary human girl.

They were all so vibrant and alive, while she was lifeless, merely a dead thing residing within a cold stone sword.

Out of place, without even a heartbeat.

Gui Ji began to silently watch Jiang Yun and Luo Yu from the shadows.

She saw Jiang Yun personally teach Luo Yu swordplay, playing the xun, teach her deduction and medical arts, and because of Luo Yu’s unrefined mixed spiritual root physique, Jiang Yun would always bend down and offer gentle comfort.

Those hands should have been tightly clasping hers; those pink-almond eyes should have always reflected only her.

Jiang Yun started preparing a birthday gift for Luo Yu, discussing it with Su Xue and Huai Ning behind her back.

They sat on the back mountain, the warm breeze gentle, peach petals lightly brushing, their faces full of smiles.

Gui Ji hid behind a tree, quietly watching the three of them from behind.

In that instant, she felt that the spring had faded from Emerald Peak, and the circulating wind had turned into ice shards, piercing directly into her heart.

If only she were also a human with a mixed spiritual root, if only she was never a cold stone, that would be wonderful.

How wonderful it would be if she, too, could receive Jiang Yun’s unique birthday gift?

On Luo Yu’s birthday, a lively celebration was held on Emerald Peak.

Gui Ji watched Jiang Yun personally forge and gift ‘Azure Skies’ to Luo Yu, then silently left the feast and sat on the back mountain all night.

Many malicious thoughts floated in her mind.

She thought, how gratifying it would be to break Azure Skies, or to pierce Luo Yu’s heart meridian with it.

But, Jiang Yun would surely be sad.

And Gui Ji only had to imagine the woman’s eyes slightly reddened, looking at her with disappointment, to feel fine needles embedding themselves in her lungs.

She couldn’t defy any of Jiang Yun’s wishes, because, she had long been merely the woman’s sword.

As her thoughts grew hazy, she vaguely heard Jiang Yun’s soft tone, “…How did you fall asleep here?”

“The thing about celebrating Luo Yu’s birthday, it really managed to fool you.”

“But, I also prepared a gift for a long time, to give to A’Ji.”

A warmth so scorching that Gui Ji couldn’t bear it, slowly melted into her chest through Jiang Yun’s fingertips.

She embraced Jiang Yun, feeling a continuous, burning warm current immediately surge into her chest, stirring it, leaving her bewildered.

It was what she most yearned for, a half of a soft heart that was vividly beating…

Jiang Yun’s heart.

“Don’t ever look at me with that abandoned look again, alright?” Jiang Yun pecked her long eyelashes, and said with a smile, “Look, my heart is broken.”

“Broken into two halves, here, I’ll give you one half, how about that?”

Gui Ji urgently kissed the woman’s lips. For the first time, she felt joyful, and also read all of Jiang Yun’s surging thoughts.

They were full of the two words: “Gui Ji.”

Not a single word mentioned affection, yet every word conveyed deep dependence.

“A’Ji, let’s pick a day to get married.” She saw a light pink spread on Jiang Yun’s earlobes, and under the moonlight, she looked shy and moving.

“You’ve accepted my heart, you’re not allowed to give it back, and you can’t go back on your word.”

The day of their marriage was the most tranquil and beautiful night Gui Ji had ever experienced, like a fleeting dream.

They accepted everyone’s congratulations, drank the nuptial wine, and embraced intimately under the thin quilt.

The cold stone wandering in the mortal world finally found its home.

A home named Jiang Yun.

But with a heart, could a cold stone truly be indistinguishable from an ordinary person?

With the recovery of the five senses, the trembling sensation during her intimacy with Jiang Yun intensified manifold, and the overwhelming flood of suspicion followed her like a shadow.

The half-broken heart in her chest could not bear her surging, almost overflowing love, but instead made her constantly worried about loss.

Gui Ji viewed Jiang Yun’s laughter and talks with Su Xue while drinking as intimate whispers; accidentally seeing the woman leaning against Huai Ning’s trunk for a nap, she only felt they were hiding a secret rendezvous.

Even one night, she saw the silhouettes of Jiang Yun and Luo Yu through the paper window, appearing as if they were intimately embracing and kissing.

Gui Ji’s face turned pale, and she burst through the door.

She only managed to catch a glimpse of the moisture on Luo Yu’s lips, and Jiang Yun’s rosy lips.

Luo Yu lightly stirred the medicinal soup in the porcelain bowl, noncommittal, only smiling silently.

Her clear black and white eyes fixed on Gui Ji’s face.

The usual obedience in front of Jiang Yun was completely gone, and she spoke, “A cold stone? No, just a treasured sword.”

“How can you be worthy to be with Lord Huai Lang, or with Elder Sister Jiang Yun?”

That night, Gui Ji personally strangled Luo Yu’s neck, and after a long time, she released her fingers as if brushing off dust, allowing the girl to slide to the floor.

Warm, fresh blood splattered on her cheek, making her look like a deranged, beautiful ghost in the moonlight.

Luo Yu was severely injured, with her foundations almost completely destroyed.

Jiang Yun sat by the couch, feeding the girl medicine spoon by spoon, looking down in silence, and did not say another word to Gui Ji.

That night, she stroked Gui Ji’s hair buried in her lap, her cheeks flushed, then silently fading.

“I just felt that Luo Yu was born without a home, and resembled my former self so much, so I took her in.” Jiang Yun murmured softly.

“A’Ji… why did you strike at her?”

The color in Gui Ji’s lips faded little by little.

She saw Jiang Yun turn her head, her eyes wide with confusion, crystal tears wetting her hair, “I have waited for many years in this life, it should have been the best life.”

“But, why did it turn out like this?”

Gui Ji kissed away Jiang Yun’s tears, doing everything a treasured sword should do to lovingly care for its master, yet unable to say a single word.

Her movements were helpless, she only wanted Jiang Yun to stop being sad, not to be sad because of her.

But she only saw the light in the woman’s eyes dim.

After that night, Jiang Yun remained the same towards her, even not stinting on a faint smile, and still called her “A’Ji.”

Yet Gui Ji felt that Jiang Yun was slowly distancing herself from her, gradually becoming separated by a vast chasm.

Her smile towards others and her smile towards her seemed to have become indistinguishable.

It was even Su Xue, with a solemn expression, who personally came to find her, saying that Jiang Yun’s illness was persistent, only then did she realize that Jiang Yun had been coughing up blood for a long time.

The woman’s slender figure leaned against the chair, and while talking and laughing freely, she suddenly frowned, covering her mouth with a soft cough.

She liked to wear crimson, and when she coughed up blood, she merely quietly hid it with her sleeve, even continuing to lift her lips, preventing others from noticing any clue.

Gui Ji’s hem was gently pulled.

She turned around and met Luo Yu’s clear eyes.

The girl smiled sweetly, and whispered, “Do you know why Elder Sister Jiang Yun’s illness is persistent?”

“Because… she gave half of her heart to you.”

“Her lifespan is running out.”

“You didn’t know at all?”

Gui Ji’s eyes were blood-red.

She swept her sleeve, throwing off Luo Yu, who clung to her like a maggot on a bone, yet still managed a gentle smile. She went to the back mountain and plunged a cold dagger into her chest.

If she returned the heart Jiang Yun had given her, would the woman recover?

She could not bear Jiang Yun’s solitary demise, leaving her to wander in this mortal world.

But another voice, mocking, sounded in her mind.

Are you willing?

You will forsake your seven emotions and six desires, no longer be able to experience the feelings of ordinary people, nor will you be able to return Jiang Yun’s affection.

Was she… willing?

Unwilling.

Gui Ji did not want to return to her past, did not want to revert to the numb way she lived before.

Her only wish had always been just two words.

“Jiang Yun.”

“Then,” Luo Yu stepped out from the shadowy parts of the forest, still smiling harmlessly, “I have a good remedy here that can save Jiang Yun.”

“Take the heart blood of ordinary people. The blood of a hundred people can be exchanged for one day of Jiang Yun’s lifespan.”

“…Why should I believe you?” Gui Ji’s snow-white garment was soaked in crimson, her thin lips barely moving.

She watched Luo Yu take out a divination bead.

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