After Being Entangled By the Obsessive Heroine [Quick Wear] - Chapter 32

The wind and snow felt like blades cutting into her face. The temperature of her body plummeted, and her blood felt frozen.

Xian Ning waited quietly for death to arrive, and then…

She landed on the ground with a thud. The impact shook her organs, and a coppery taste filled her throat. Her vision was still a blur, as if a layer of white frost covered her eyes.

She hadn’t heard the system’s notification, which meant she was still in this world.

Xian Ning wanted to laugh, but with just a twitch of the muscles in her face, a mouthful of bloody froth bubbled from her lips.

“I should have just died.”

She muttered, using what little spiritual energy she had left to sense her surroundings. All she felt was an endless expanse of white.

This was a frozen wasteland, a barren place where no grass grew and wild beasts roamed.

Xian Ning tried to move. Her limbs were stiff and her body was in unbearable pain. Even with all her strength, she could only move a finger or two.

See? It really would have been better to just die.

In this state, she would either freeze to death or be eaten by a wild beast. It was no better than falling to her death.

Large flakes of snow continued to fall, and a thick layer quickly covered Xian Ning. What was strange was that she was still conscious.

In a daze, a flash of purple skirt seemed to flutter by, but when she tried to look closer, it was gone.

The snow seemed to be getting heavier. Most of Xian Ning’s body was now buried, with only her nose exposed, letting out a faint breath.

“Xian Ning, Xian Ning…”

The voice was muffled by the howling wind and snow, but she could just make out her name being called.

Xian Ning’s eyes moved, and her vision became even more blurred. All her senses seemed to be engulfed in the whiteness of the snow.

“Who’s calling me?”

She opened her mouth, and more bloody froth spilled out, covering the part that had already frozen over and slowly solidifying.

So tired.

It hurts so much.

Why am I not dead yet?

Her nose was covered as well. Xian Ning became one with the wasteland, a part of its stillness.

Her consciousness slipped into darkness, but her spirit relaxed.

Finally, I’m leaving.

Footsteps drew closer. In the vast white expanse, a flash of a red and black skirt appeared.

The wind picked up the hem of the skirt, and the red fabric danced wildly. In an instant, the frozen plain seemed to burst into flames, and the temperature rapidly rose.

Fan Hua knelt down, brushing the snow from Xian Ning’s face. Her fingers gently traced her eyebrows and eyes, her gaze filled with a dark obsession.

To find her here was so effortless.

With a sweep of her sleeve, the snow on Xian Ning’s body scattered. Fan Hua lifted her into her arms, summoning a snow leopard that raced toward the desolate depths of the wasteland.

Snowflakes flew in the wake of the leopard, but Fan Hua and Xian Ning remained untouched by the wind and cold.

She used her demonic power to protect Xian Ning from the outside world, using her own warmth to melt the bitter cold from her body.

Soon, their figures vanished into the depths of the frozen wasteland. The dense snowflakes fell, covering the leopard’s tracks, as if no one had ever passed through this white world.

Not long after they left, Qin Rong finally arrived.

Her face was covered in small, crisscrossing cuts. She was pale, and her eyes were so red they no longer looked like their original color.

This place was the border between the human and demonic realms, and it was filled with demonic energy. This energy seemed to have formed a connection with her body, causing a constant backlash from her own spiritual energy, making her feel unbearable pain.

Xian Ning, where are you?

She looked around. All she saw was blinding red and white. Nothing else.

Qin Rong dragged her broken body forward, step by step, across the vast plain, but there was no trace of Xian Ning.

She wandered for what felt like an eternity. Her spiritual energy was depleted, and her life force was slowly draining away. She knelt in the snow, leaning on her sword, looking heartbroken and desolate, like a lost child.

*******

Five months later, in May, the weather was already warm. Xian Ning was standing in a courtyard, watering the flowers and plants.

When she woke up, her vision was completely gone. Every time she closed her eyes, all she saw was a vast expanse of white, as if the heavy snow were still falling.

She had been gravely injured and was confined to bed like a cripple at first. It was only in the last ten days that she had been able to move around.

The door creaked open, and Xian Ning turned with a smile. “I smell shortbread!”

The newcomer’s lips curled up. She deliberately lowered her voice. “I brought so many things, and all you can smell is the shortbread, you greedy little cat.”

Xian Ning walked forward with her cane, stopping just a step away from the person. She naturally held out her hand.

Fan Hua looked at her expectant face, her smile widening. She took a piece of shortbread from a paper bag and placed it in Xian Ning’s hand.

She was no longer wearing the red and black dress. She was now in a simple coarse robe, her hair tied up with a wooden hairpin. Her face was bare, but she looked more beautiful than before.

Anyone who saw her would find her smile lively and her demeanor that of a gentle, dependable older sister.

“Sister Yin, why are you back so late today?”

Xian Ning asked, her mouth full of shortbread.

The smile on Fan Hua’s face faded slightly. Her voice was soft. “Something on the way held me up. Did you miss me?”

She pinched Xian Ning’s cheek. The sight of Xian Ning’s clear but vacant eyes made her expression grow colder.

Xian Ning’s eyes were completely ruined. To restore her sight, she would need new eyes. Unfortunately, she hadn’t been able to find a suitable pair, even after searching for so long.

But there was no rush. She didn’t want Xian Ning to find out her identity so soon.

Xian Ning stuffed the rest of the shortbread into her mouth, then walked back with her cane. “I was just hungry and wanted you to come home and cook. Don’t overthink it.”

A smile returned to Fan Hua’s eyes. She pretended to be hurt. “You heartless little thing. I go out every day to buy you treats, and you don’t even miss me.”

Xian Ning splashed a ladle of water into the garden and turned to Fan Hua. “Hurry and go cook, Chef Yin. I’m starving.”

Water clung to the flowers and leaves, glittering in the sunlight. The light reflected onto Xian Ning, making her look like a celestial being. The flowers beside her seemed to pale in comparison.

Fan Hua stared at her for a long moment before she said softly, “Okay. I’ll go now.”

After Fan Hua left, Xian Ning’s smile slowly vanished. She knelt in the middle of the colorful flowers, hugging her knees and resting her chin on them, a pensive look was  on her face.

*******

A Fateful Reunion:

The older sister deliberately hid her identity, and Xian Ning couldn’t expose her. But her acting was so poor that it was exhausting to pretend she didn’t know.

After that day,  System 033 had only appeared once. Xian Ning wasn’t sure if her suicide had scared it, but it had agreed to the “great heroine” storyline for Qin Rong. After that, it had gone silent, likely having been punished again.

Xian Ning felt a little guilty. She decided to do her best on her missions and earn points to spend on 033 in the future.

She couldn’t see, so she didn’t know her surroundings. According to Fan Hua, they were in a beautiful, secluded place near a mountain and a river, with only their home nearby, surrounded by nature.

The benefit of living in a hidden corner was that news traveled slowly. Unless they went looking, they might not know if humanity had been wiped out.

Xian Ning was now truly in a state of blissful ignorance. She didn’t know what was happening in the Immortal Sect, with the Jade Purity Sect, or most importantly, with Qin Rong.

She wanted to ask, but she didn’t know how to bring it up.

In Qin Rong’s eyes, she was already dead. So she would play her part, and when Qin Rong became the sect’s best cultivator, Xian Ning would move on to the next mission.

She had been in bed for so long that her limbs were still stiff. If she stood for too long, her legs would grow weak. Xian Ning held her cane, stood up, and slowly walked back inside.

Another half a month passed, and Xian Ning’s body had fully recovered. She wanted to go out for a walk, but Fan Hua opposed it.

“You can’t. There are many wild beasts around here. You’ll get hurt.”

Fan Hua said this because she had been very busy lately, leaving early and coming back late. Xian Ning had even learned to cook for herself, and while it was terrible, it was at least edible.

Fan Hua felt guilty but couldn’t help it. After all…

She looked at Xian Ning’s crumpled face and softened her tone. “When I’m done with all this, I’ll take you anywhere you want to go, okay?”

Xian Ning lifted her head, “looking” at her intently.

“Did you forget that I’m a cultivator? Even if I can’t see, I’m not so useless that I can’t deal with a common beast. Besides…”

Xian Ning paused, then continued in a light tone. “My eyes might be gone for good. I need to find a way to deal with that. I can’t have you taking care of me forever, can I?”

“I heard that when you reach a certain level of cultivation, your five senses are greatly enhanced. Maybe I can ‘see’ without my eyes then.”

“You will see,” Fan Hua said, staring at her intensely, a flash of ruthlessness in her eyes. “You’ll be able to see very soon. Just wait a little longer.”

Xian Ning heard something in her tone that made her heart sink.

“Sister Yin, you…”

A beast’s roar startled Xian Ning. Fan Hua’s face changed instantly. “You stay here. I’ll try to come back as early as I can to be with you.”

The moment the words left her lips, Xian Ning heard a gust of wind, and the rustle of leaves faded into the distance.

Xian Ning shrugged, fumbled for her cane, and tapped her way out of the house.

She reached the door and pushed it open, stepping outside one foot at a time. She had never been out before, so she didn’t know about the step.

Her foot found nothing but air, and her heart jumped into her throat. Xian Ning instinctively closed her eyes, but the pain she expected never came.

She fell into a warm embrace, and the scent on the other person was strangely familiar.

“Sister Yin?”

“Heh!” A mocking laugh came from beside her ear.

Xian Ning’s blood ran cold. Her body stiffened, and her mind went blank.

A vast expanse of white. The wind and snow assailed her face.

“It’s not your Sister Yin. Are you disappointed?”

Xian Ning clenched her hands, her nails digging into her palms. The pain forced her to stay calm.

“Who are you?”

“It’s only been a few months, and you don’t recognize me? You must have been having a lot of fun.”

Xian Ning was silent.

Of course, she recognized the voice, but she didn’t know how to face her.

Shouldn’t she be focused on her career? Why is she here looking for me?

Her tacit attitude infuriated Qin Rong. She grabbed Xian Ning by the back of her neck, forcing her to face her, a flash of red bleeding into her dark pupils.

“Do you know you’re a terrible liar? Even if everyone else forgot about me, you never could!”

If she had forgotten, Qin Rong would make her remember, carving her into every inch of her body.

The force of Qin Rong’s grip tightened, leaving Xian Ning gasping for air. She tried to push her away, but Qin Rong didn’t budge.

The Iron-Armed Qin Rong?

A venting, possessive kiss landed on her lips. Xian Ning was forced to open her mouth, accepting Qin Rong’s rough conquest and plunder.

Her body felt light as she was lifted from the ground. Xian Ning instinctively wrapped her arms around Qin Rong’s neck, which only made Qin Rong’s demands more aggressive.

Bang! Xian Ning was thrown onto the bed.

Qin Rong coiled herself around her like a snake, her arms a vice around Xian Ning’s waist, leaving her no chance of escape.

“What do you think your ‘good sister’ will do when she comes back and sees you in my arms?”

Xian Ning’s lips were smothered. Qin Rong kissed and bit her, giving her no chance to breathe.

“What expression will she have when she sees you moaning beneath me?”

Xian Ning whimpered, but most of the sound was swallowed by Qin Rong. Only broken noises escaped, like a cat being held by the back of its neck.

Qin Rong’s lips moved to her neck, leaving a trail of mottled bruises. Her sharp canines pierced the skin, greedily sucking her blood.

At the same time, the hand on Xian Ning’s waist followed her spine downward. The thin fabric of her clothes ripped, turning to dust in Qin Rong’s hand.

Xian Ning felt her blood gushing out, and it felt like something was strangling her. She couldn’t make a sound.

Qin Rong’s obsidian pupils had been completely consumed by red. Her eyes were filled with nothing but a thirst for blood, and a frantic, possessive obsession for the person beneath her.

The rapid blood loss made Xian Ning feel dizzy. She instinctively knew Qin Rong’s state was wrong, but she was powerless to stop her.

The warmth in her hand made Qin Rong even more frenzied. She released Xian Ning’s neck, licked the drops of blood that had beaded on her skin, and bit her ear.

“Have you forgotten who I am?”

“Then I’ll carve my name into your body, so you’ll never be able to forget for all eternity.”

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