After My Death, Everyone Repented (Transmigration) - Chapter 64.2

“What if I do?” Xie Shaojun asked, fighting to stay awake.

Chi Yi furrowed her brows, unable to comprehend why Xie Shaojun would say such things. Her tone was stiff: “Have you ever thought about what I would do if you fell asleep and never woke up?”

She called Xie Shaojun by her full name: “Xie Shaojun, you’re being incredibly irresponsible.”

“Every time, you leave me behind alone. It’s not like I don’t feel the pain.” And, “Don’t die again.”

“Don’t die again!”

She had repeated these words many times, each utterance more desperate than the last.

Xie Shaojun remained silent for a long while, watching Chi Yi. The doctors confirmed that her vital signs had stabilized, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

There were many voices around them, but at that moment, Xie Shaojun could only see Chi Yi.

As if time and space had frozen, an eternity seemed to pass before Xie Shaojun finally spoke. She agreed with Chi Yi’s words, saying, “If I fall asleep and never wake up, then you should sleep with me. Last night, you suggested we stay together forever. Well, I agree.”

And, “You’re also being irresponsible.”

Then she closed her eyes.

At that, the chaotic clamor around them erupted once more. Having received Xie Shaojun’s solemn promise, Chi Yi stood up, no longer exuding the air of someone awaiting rescue.

She methodically arranged her work for the next day, instructing her assistant, “Pick me up at five tomorrow morning.”

The Third Hospital was over an hour’s drive from the airport. Chi Yi had a flight to Nancheng at seven in the morning, leaving little time for her assistant to rest. After a moment’s thought, she tossed the keycard to the reserved presidential suite to her assistant.

The assistant caught it in disbelief, then profusely thanked Chi Yi with gratitude.

Chi Yi maintained her usual icy demeanor, sternly reminding the assistant not to be late the next day.

Yet the assistant couldn’t help but feel that Chi Yi wasn’t as unapproachable as the rumors suggested. With lingering glances, she bid Chi Yi farewell, thinking to herself as she left, Perhaps the CEO is just too lonely.

“Want one?”

Not long after the assistant left, a shadow fell before Chi Yi. Xie Qingcheng, who had earlier been comforting their parents in the crowd, now stood before her with an unlit cigarette dangling from her lips. She tapped the pack against the back of her hand before offering it to Chi Yi.

Chi Yi didn’t take it, instead pointing toward the designated smoking area.

Xie Qingcheng put the pack away but kept the cigarette between her lips, chewing on a few loose bits of tobacco. “Didn’t really want to smoke anyway,” she said. “Just feeling restless. Thought you might be the same”

Chi Yi glanced at her, her tone unchanged: “The feeling is mutual.”

“It’s just that whether Xie Shaojun wakes up or not, the outcome is the same, I’ll stay with her forever.”

She emphasized these words, then tugged at the corner of her mouth, flashing a smile that made Xie Qingcheng feel an urgent need to seek Xie Zangxing’s help.

Xie Qingcheng fell silent for a moment before patting Chi Yi’s shoulder. Finally, she said, “Loving my sister is indeed a troublesome thing. I don’t approve of you two being together, not just for her sake, but because I worry about you. This relationship might not bring you any comfort, it could even make your condition worse.”

Chi Yi gave Xie Qingcheng a disapproving look. Xie Qingcheng raised her hands in surrender and sighed, “Fine.”

“If you insist on loving her, then go ahead.”

“Loving her improves my condition,” Chi Yi countered calmly, as if stating a fact rather than seeking approval. Xie Qingcheng was momentarily speechless. Chi Yi couldn’t resist correcting her further: “She’s wonderful, and this relationship is wonderful too.”

Xie Qingcheng parted her lips, wanting to say something, but in the end, she said nothing at all.

The front door swung open, and a doctor emerged, asking the family to sign some papers. Xie Qingcheng stubbed out her cigarette and walked over.

She asked Chi Yi, “Want to go take a look?”

“You go ahead.” Chi Yi remained rooted in place, her silhouette outlined against the dim yellow light, her expression unreadable in the shadows.

Everything seemed as calm as usual, yet Chi Yi wasn’t in any hurry to know the outcome. She didn’t want to face even the slightest possibility of unexpected news right away.

Her fingers clenched tightly.

The dark veins on the back of her hand stood out starkly against her pale skin, taut as a string on the verge of snapping.

“Chi Yi.”

The voice seemed to come from her chest.

Chi Yi blinked, her movements sluggish as she glanced down at her own neck.

Then she felt it, something hard beneath her base layer, rolling slightly against her skin.

She froze for three full seconds before reaching into her collar.

Pulling out the skull hidden within, Chi Yi’s hands trembled violently. Xie Shaojun, worried she might be dropped, struggled to roll back from the edge of Chi Yi’s fingers, finally coming to rest in her palm.

“Xie Shaojun?” Chi Yi lifted her, cradling her carefully to avoid any sense of instability. Her face loomed large in Xie Shaojun’s vision.

Her breathing was deliberately light, her tone laced with a strange mix of shock and unease.

“You’re inside the skull?”

“It’s me,” Xie Shaojun replied.

“How did you?”

Before Chi Yi could finish, Xie Shaojun answered, “My soul is too weak.”

“Can you go back?” Chi Yi asked.

“Probably. I just need some rest.”

If Xie Shaojun’s judgment was correct, as long as Chi Yi’s happiness was tied to her, she could keep living, this was her reward from the quick transmigration mission.

After explaining, Xie Shaojun asked Chi Yi, “Can you tell my parents and sisters not to worry?”

Chi Yi glanced toward the others and said she would speak to Xie Qingcheng, Xie Cheng, and Feng Qianqian in private once the doctor left.

Xie Shaojun nodded in agreement, then yawned, feeling mentally exhausted.

“I want to sleep,” she said.

But Chi Yi, far from being considerate, refused to let her rest just yet.

“You… earlier, you said I was irresponsible. What did you mean?”

Xie Shaojun simply stared at her without answering.

After a pause, Chi Yi asked, “Can you not sleep?”

“Probably not.”

Chi Yi wasn’t usually talkative, but she kept firing questions, rolling Xie Shaojun between her fingers, pressing her icy fingertips mercilessly against the skull’s face.

“Are you trying to keep me from sleeping?” Xie Shaojun yawned again, her weakened soul desperately needed rest.

“Sorry,” Chi Yi apologized immediately. They stared at each other for a moment before Chi Yi finally relented. “Fine, go to sleep.”

Then she added, “Will you wake up again?”

Xie Shaojun patiently explained, “If I get enough sleep, I might recover faster and return to my own body.”

Chi Yi exhaled in relief and didn’t stop her this time.

Xie Shaojun tried to roll in Chi Yi’s palm but found movement difficult, the skull was wrapped in layers of lace-trimmed cotton, making it hard to move freely.

“Can you take off this rag covering me?” Xie Shaojun didn’t like it.

It was ugly.

“Tonight’s weather is freezing. You’ll catch a cold.”

“I’m a skull now. I don’t feel temperature.” Xie Shaojun glared at Chi Yi with her hollow, lifeless eyes.

Chi Yi seemed oblivious to the resistance in Xie Shaojun’s tone. Without outright refusing, she deftly sidestepped the issue and explained, “This is a lace-trimmed garment made of cashmere, about the size of a thumb. The cutting was challenging, and it had to expose the skull’s eyes and mouth. To ensure it fits your figure perfectly, the workers stayed up late to finish this beautiful coat.”

“You call these scraps of fabric and cotton a coat?”

Okay, fine.

Xie Shaojun couldn’t help but mutter, “What kind of taste is this?”

It would have been better to leave it to the styling team or, failing that, let Xie Shaojun design it herself, anything would have been more practical and aesthetically pleasing than what Chi Yi had chosen.

Complaints aside, Xie Shaojun patiently endured Chi Yi’s questionable aesthetic and accepted the garment, which resembled a helmet and was incredibly warm.

Chi Yi smiled brightly at this.

In the distance, Xie Qingcheng was consulting a doctor and glanced back at Chi Yi several times. Chi Yi didn’t react at all.

When she turned back, she noticed the skull had already fallen asleep quietly in her palm, motionless.

Chi Yi couldn’t resist the urge to wake it. As her cool fingertips brushed the right side of the skull’s face, it clumsily rolled over, presenting its left side to her touch.

Chi Yi smiled faintly, reassured of its presence, then withdrew her hand.

The next day, Chi Yi was set to return to Nan City.

Before leaving, she visited Xie Shaojun’s hospital room as a family member.

On the plain bedsheet, Xie Shaojun lay like a sleeping beauty, her eyes closed, lashes even longer and thicker than Chi Yi’s, like a static flower in full bloom, every inch of her flawless. But Chi Yi preferred Xie Shaojun when she wasn’t asleep.

Her brows and eyes curved gently, and whether speaking or acting, she exuded a vibrant energy. Even in silence, just opening her eyes would bring a sense of reassurance.

Feng Qianqian led Chi Yi inside, where she skillfully washed Xie Shaojun’s face and used a cotton swab dipped in warm saltwater to clean her teeth.

Chi Yi stood by, carefully noting each step, wondering if she should offer to take over. Feng Qianqian glanced up at her and said, “Stay where you are.”

“Next time,” Feng Qianqian added, “you can do it.”

Chi Yi didn’t nod. She hoped there wouldn’t be a next time.

She didn’t want Xie Shaojun to faint again.

After finishing Xie Shaojun’s sponge bath, the nurse signaled the end of visiting hours.

As they walked out together, Feng Qianqian looked at the necklace around Chi Yi’s neck and asked, “Has Junjun woken up?”

Chi Yi shook her head. “Her soul is weak. She woke once last night and spoke a few words with Xie Qingcheng. Should I wake her for you?”

As she spoke, Chi Yi carefully moved to remove the skull from her neck.

Feng Qianqian stopped her. “No need. Please take good care of her for a few more days.”

She continued, “Last night, Xie Cheng, the eldest, the second, and I all had the same dream. We dreamed Junjun had passed away, saying goodbye to us, telling us she was going to find Xiao Chi. She promised to stay with Xiao Chi forever.”

Feng Qianqian took Chi Yi’s hand and patted it gently. “Junjun never dated anyone before, never brought anyone home. The only person she ever introduced to us was you.”

Chi Yi looked up in surprise as Feng Qianqian said, “I’m sorry, Xiao Chi. No matter whether you’ve been married before or what your past is like, we shouldn’t have been prejudiced against you. You’re the person Junjun loves, and last night you woke her from the brink of life and death. My daughter must love you very much. From now on, I won’t stand in your way anymore, my daughter’s happiness is what matters most.”

It took Chi Yi a long moment to find her voice. She looked at Feng Qianqian, thanked her, then couldn’t help but ask, “Did Xie Shaojun never like anyone else before?”

Feng Qianqian nodded and replied, “You’re the first person she’s ever loved.”

The skull in her hand slipped into her sweater. Chi Yi instinctively reached to catch it, then froze in that awkward position, dragging the sweater with the skull-shaped bulge as she stepped out of the elevator and escorted Feng Qianqian to the car.

Turning back, she saw the driver’s car parked outside the hospital. Secretary Wang was waiting by the door with documents in hand. Chi Yi motioned for her to get in, placed the files on the table, and spoke softly, signaling that any matters should be discussed via text.

Secretary Wang gave her a strange look but nodded anyway.

Chi Yi spent the next half hour in the car sorting through emails, arranging her afternoon schedule, and tossing a few documents to her assistant with instructions to print them after landing.

Then, she texted Secretary Wang, asking her to prepare a palm-sized bed, preferably with a fabric curtain for shade to facilitate sleep.

“Any specific requirements?”

“Soft. Warm.”