After Kissing the World-Weary Female Supporting Character [Transmigration] - Chapter 87

This is an emergency! If you think you can make me take responsibility because of this, it’s impossible!

Song Xingzi touched the buttons, trying to steel herself mentally. The human clothes were surprisingly easy to undo; the buttons came off with a touch. Although the outside of the shirt was too dirty to look at, the inside was smooth, feeling almost like she wasn’t wearing anything.

“Humans really know how to indulge themselves!”

Like peeling a grape, Song Xingzi flicked her hand and slipped off the shirt, then did the same with the pants.

“This…”

Song Xingzi gasped, feeling that her hands had never trembled so much in her life. Jì Rúyuè lay naked on the bed. Her body, as cold and white as jade, was covered in several bone-deep wounds that gaped open, exposing dark pink flesh. In addition to that, there were numerous terrifying livid bruises.

She suffered such severe injuries, yet she could still hold me and walk out of the Confusing Wind Formation as if nothing happened? Is that ‘Xīngxīng’ really that important? Important enough for you to disregard your own life! Idiot! Lunatic! Moron!

Song Xingzi trembled with anger, her heart swelling with bitterness, her eyes misting up. She carefully picked up the woman and gently placed her into the wooden tub.

If I care about you again, I’m an idiot! How can someone be so stupid? She was injured and didn’t even make a sound.

Song Xingzi put the woman in the tub and angrily started to leave. Just as she turned, she felt a weak pull on her sleeve.

Song Xingzi looked down.

This idiot Jì Rúyuè, not only is her brain messed up, but her hands are too! She’s still holding onto someone and won’t let go, even while unconscious.

Song Xingzi was annoyed and was about to pry Jì Rúyuè’s fingers open when she saw Jì Rúyuè’s brows tightly furrowed, her pearly teeth biting her lower lip, cold sweat streaming down her face. She was struggling to say something incoherently.

The wounds exposed to the air suddenly made contact with the medicinal soup. A stinging pain climbed up her nerves along the wounds. Jì Rúyuè was trembling from the pain, cold sweat pouring down her head. The straw she instinctively clung to was also about to abandon her. She felt as though she was back in the endless, fruitless cycle of searching, waking up time after time with nothing to show for it.

“No, don’t…”

Song Xingzi leaned forward curiously, straining her ear to listen closely.

I want to see what this desperate Woman of Steel can possibly say!

“Don’t leave,” after a long moment, Jì Rúyuè finally spoke a complete sentence. “Don’t leave, Xīngxīng. I was wrong.”

Song Xingzi: “…”

I’m just going to let go!

Darn it! She’s almost dead, and she’s still calling “Xīngxīng, Xīngxīng” all the time! I’m the Moon, for crying out loud! If you have the guts, go up to the sky and pluck a star!

Song Xingzi wouldn’t believe that the “Xīngxīng” in Jì Rúyuè’s mouth was her. Firstly, they had known each other for less than a full day. Secondly, all her friends and family called her Sōngzi (Pine Nut); she had no nickname like Xīngxīng (Star).

Jì Rúyuè looked as if she would die if Xīngxīng left her. What could this possibly have to do with an unknown small demon like her? But if she were to say there was no connection, there was a tiny bit, as Song Xingzi’s inner core was still inside Jì Rúyuè’s body.

“If you have the nerve to call out to other little demons, why don’t you return my inner core to me! We can go our separate ways! I don’t want to take care of someone else’s wife!”

Song Xingzi grumbled, holding Jì Rúyuè’s hand, prying her fingers open one by one, and turning to leave.

“Don’t go. I’ll return it to you.”

A wet hand landed on her shoulder, and a woman’s voice, thick with sorrow, rang in her ear. Before Song Xingzi could react, the entire demon was thrown backward into the water.

Song Xingzi: “P-p-p-poo—cough, cough, cough—”

Ah! Where did this idiot come from? I should just kill her!

No, I must be calm. Her mind isn’t quite right now. I shouldn’t treat her like I would a sane person.

Jì Rúyuè: “Don’t be angry with me. I can give you anything you want, but when you’re angry, I don’t know what to do.”

I’m very clumsy and don’t know how to coax girls, unlike you, who has a hundred ways to make me angry and a thousand ways to cheer me up.

Jì Rúyuè lowered her head and embraced Song Xingzi in the black water. Her black hair spread out in the similarly colored medicinal soup, yet her world-weary face was radiating white light. Song Xingzi was stunned and forgot to struggle, allowing Jì Rúyuè to move closer to give her air.

First came the offensive stench of the medicinal soup. Song Xingzi frowned. Then came the smell of blood from Jì Rúyuè’s body, which was so pungent that the demon almost shed tears. Song Xingzi hugged Jì Rúyuè back, carefully avoiding the wounds with her hands as she rested them on her shoulders. Then, a clear, cold scent of cedar drifted from their connecting lips, like a pine forest covered in heavy snow. As the sharp scent faded, the gentleness of rose embraced her perfectly, neutralizing the chill of the cedar, like the first melting of ice and snow.

Yes, this is the perfume I wanted. The scent that Big Brother Mèng Mò could never replicate.

But why? Why is everything so coincidental? She’s practically tailor-made for me. It’s even more of a coincidence than the cliché tropes in romance storybooks. Did she and I truly fall in love in a dream and forget everything upon waking? Or is this simply a continuous series of accidents?

Who is her Xīngxīng? Why should I care about this? After all, I haven’t known her for very long.

Song Xingzi swallowed the oxygen from Jì Rúyuè’s mouth, and large tears fell. Jì Rúyuè lifted them both out of the water, kneeling in the wooden tub. The two soaking wet figures stared at each other, neither wanting to speak first.

“Don’t cry,” Jì Rúyuè used her fingertip to wipe away the tears from the corner of Song Xingzi’s eye. She no longer felt the intense pain she did when first entering the water; the pain of the wounds getting wet was bearable. The panic in her heart, however, made her anxious. “I’ll give your inner core back to you. I never needed it anyway. Please don’t cry.”

“What are you doing!” Song Xingzi pressed Jì Rúyuè’s hand down. “Are you an idiot? The inner core has already entered your body and become one with you! Why are you digging for it? Can you even pull it out and give it to me again?”

Why is there such a foolish human? It makes me feel embarrassed to call her black-hearted, heartless, greedy, or cruel.

And she looks so pitiful! My Lady, get it straight! I’m the victim here!!!

Song Xingzi backed up a little, leaning against the tub wall, and stared at Jì Rúyuè with a cold face: “Have you met me before? Before the Confusing Wind Formation?”

Jì Rúyuè nodded: “Yes, we saw each other day and night.”

After arriving in the real world, Jì Rúyuè quickly adapted to this new world, which was similar to the illusionary realm. Here, she had everything she thought she wanted: she was valued, chosen, had freedom, and was loved. But none of that mattered to her anymore.

Jì Rúyuè expended a great deal of effort, searching the whole world for the little squirrel who had promised to find her a new identity, make her a new body, and be with her forever and ever. She searched and searched, moving from worrying about the little squirrel’s safety to complaining that the little squirrel hadn’t kept her word, and then to endless yearning…

Finally, the moment she saw her again, none of those feelings mattered. As long as Song Xingzi was still around, nothing was a big deal. It didn’t matter if she didn’t remember. It didn’t matter if she was mistaken for a core thief. As long as they could meet again, it was enough.

Jì Rúyuè’s slightly downturned eyes narrowed, and a faint smile curved her red lips. She said: “We are a match made in heaven.” You will always fall in love with me again, and you can only fall in love with me.

Song Xingzi was very aloof: “Oh.”

Words like “match made in heaven” and “golden couple” can only fool little demons. I won’t believe it. You’d be better off telling me we were husband and wife in a dream, but I accidentally forgot, and you’re chasing after me like Liǔ Mèngméi.

Song Xingzi put her hands behind her head: “Then how did we meet? I was sick and forgot everything when I woke up.”

I’ve written the script for you. Let’s see if you can follow it.

Jì Rúyuè was very cooperative: “For you, it should be a meeting in a dream? You just had a dream and forgot everything when you woke up. I’m fortunate enough to still remember, and I came looking for you after I woke up.”

Song Xingzi: Heh heh… Heh heh. Why don’t you say we performed The Peony Pavilion? I fell in love with you at first sight, was seized by lust, chased you for a long time, only to succeed and then wake up, forgetting everything.

Song Xingzi tilted her head, asking casually: “Then how did we meet? What was our relationship before?”

Even if you follow my script, I will absolutely show no flaws and act completely normal!

Jì Rúyuè lightly pursed her lips, looking like she was about to smile but wasn’t quite. She whispered: “You fell in love with me at first sight, you forced a kiss on me, you freeloaded off me at my house, and then we got together.”

Song Xingzi: I’d believe a ghost before I believe you! Not even the ghosts in the Ghost Realm can tell stories like you can.

Jì Rúyuè chuckled, genuinely like the melting of ice and snow and the sprouting of green willows. She reached out and ruffled Song Xingzi’s hair, saying: “The first half of the sentence is true. After I took you home, you conquered me with your cooking, and we naturally got together.”

Song Xingzi pouted and drew out her voice: “Ohhhhh—”

Song Xingzi: “So the ‘Xīngxīng’ you mentioned is me? Why is my inner core inside you? Could it be that you were dying at the time, and I went to great lengths to save you?”

Impossible. How could such a cliché plot point happen to me, Little Sōngzi?

Jì Rúyuè: “Something like that. Xīngxīng is you.”

Song Xingzi: I’m definitely not very happy. I was proven wrong. Wuwuwu.

“Fine, then I’ll reluctantly believe you,” Song Xingzi’s lips were curved up to the sky, yet she still pretended to be cold. “Heal your wounds properly. I’ll take you to get a permit, and then we’ll go back to Qīngqiū.”

Jì Rúyuè: “What kind of permit? A marriage certificate? Going back to meet the in-laws?”

Song Xingzi: …She’s the one with the love-struck brain, isn’t she? Absolutely!

Song Xingzi: “A temporary residency permit for foreigners. What are you thinking? Getting married right after meeting? Are you living in a dream?”

Jì Rúyuè looked wronged: “Oh.”

Song Xingzi involuntarily softened. She cleared her throat and added: “We’re going back to Qīngqiū to recuperate. Qīngqiū has a good environment.”

Jì Rúyuè: “Okay.”