After My Death, I Became a Heartless Madman - Chapter 66

The ward suddenly fell silent.

Bai Ruowei’s voice was as composed as ever, but upon closer listening, one could detect the cracks within it.

“Are you really asking me to treat everything that’s happened these past days as nothing more than a dream?”

Song Shizhou slowly nodded.

“Why?”

“Song Shizhou, how dare you underestimate me like this? How dare you underestimate what we have?”

Miss Bai’s smile grew even more radiant, yet every word she spoke was laced with sorrow.

It was as if the pain had seeped into her bones, giving rise to a resentment that shouldn’t have existed.

In the past, she had never resented Song Shizhou for pushing her away. She hadn’t resented her when she was treated like air. But now, in this moment when Song Shizhou clearly loved her yet still insisted on pushing her away, she truly felt a flicker of bitterness.

The scent of osmanthus suddenly sharpened. Mia stood at the door, as did the doctor who had come to perform Shizhou’s follow-up examination. They had been about to enter, but Mia stopped them.

The faint fragrance of night-blooming cereus filled every corner of the room, as if silently observing everything with a detached gaze.

It was a gaze that watched, yet remained ready to withdraw at any moment.

Bai Ruowei was puzzled. She didn’t understand why this person kept fixating on such trivial matters. Didn’t she know that she had undergone the Surveillance Institute’s brutal training since she was a minor? Didn’t she know what her childhood had been like, the insane trials she had endured, the countless partings of life and death she had witnessed? How could she possibly be afraid or hesitant over something so insignificant?

How could she think she would leave her? How could she think she would bring her harm?

But when she stepped closer to Song Shizhou and sensed her condition through her pheromones, she finally understood.

Though Song Shizhou was far more resilient than most, she was still human. And every human had their breaking point.

She was already exhausted from carrying everything on her shoulders, so Song Fengyu’s words had inevitably affected her, to some degree.

Bai Ruowei’s palm tightened slightly, her voice hoarse as she forced her tone to soften.

“You’re trying to say you might not be as gentle as you appear. That you’re someone with darkness inside.”

Song Shizhou lowered her eyes and gave a faint nod.

“So you think I’m only drawn to your surface, that I can’t accept who you truly are?”

“You’re saying the kindness and warmth you’ve shown are just bait to lure me in?”

Song Shizhou’s lips trembled slightly, her expression cold as she nodded again.

But Bai Ruowei suddenly laughed.

“Song Shizhou, it’s your core that I love. The more ruthless, indifferent, and detached you are, the more I’ll adore you.”

“Because I’m your lover. Healing the wounds of your past is my duty, one I should have fulfilled long ago.”

Her tone was resolute, just as it had always been.

A deafening roar echoed in Song Shizhou’s mind.

She hadn’t expected Bai Ruowei to say such things.

The crisp scent of osmanthus enveloped her. Miss Bai wore nothing but a simple white shirt, a few faint scratches visible on her neck marks from when they had tumbled down the mountainside together.

The hospital room was filled with the scent of their pheromones, the two most familiar aromas now showing no sign of blending. They coldly assessed each other, yet couldn’t help but remain captivated and drawn to one another.

Bai Ruowei grasped one of Song Shizhou’s hands and pressed it against her own chest.

“Fine, Song Shizhou. Since you claim all the gentleness and kindness you showed was fake, then answer me this.”

“I don’t care about anything else. During the time we were together, was all your tenderness toward me, your love for me, every good thing you did for me were they all just an act? A trap to lure me deeper?”

The woman’s voice suddenly turned fierce.

“Answer me!”

Those pale green eyes instantly turned sharp, reminiscent of that seemingly casual glance Bai Ruowei had given her during their first meeting.

Back then, it had been an indifferent, unconcerned look. Now those same eyes were filled with deep attachment and care so intense it bordered on obsession.

Song Shizhou froze momentarily.

“That’s not…” she murmured softly.
“That’s not true…”

Every drop, every strand of the feelings she’d had for Bai Ruowei back then had been real.

None of it had been an act. None of it had been bait to ensnare her.

She had genuinely loved her.

In her past life, her love for Miss Bai had been something even she hadn’t anticipated, a mysterious deviation in her meticulously planned existence.

The fragrance of night-blooming cereus, no longer faint, gradually grew stronger.

The intensifying scent should have symbolized security, yet Bai Ruowei’s chest ached with a dull pain.

Because it proved one thing Song Shizhou had truly, deeply loved her.

Loved her with all her heart.

This world was her personal game of revenge, and Bai Ruowei had been nothing more than an NPC who wandered into her forest. But when the hunter aimed her gun at her, that usually ruthless woman had hesitated.

Miss Bai’s eyes grew moist. She turned her face away as an unbearable ache spread through her chest because the more genuine those past feelings had been, the more they reminded her of what she had lost.

Her injured lips curled into a faint smile.

But now, she wouldn’t lose her again.

A single tear trailed slowly down Bai Ruowei’s cheek. Her voice trembled, broken rarely did she speak with such softness. Perhaps only in her most vulnerable moments, when her heart was laid bare, did such fragile, fragmented words escape her.

“Shizhou, I need to tell you too, I truly loved you as well.”

Bai Ruowei embraced her.

The woman’s arms were as soft and warm as ever. Miss Bai’s hair brushed against her neck, and she could feel the other’s wildly pounding heartbeat.

“Even if you don’t love me anymore, even if you can’t forgive me, I still need you to know that you are the most deserving of love in this world. The most worthy of being loved.”

She spared no effort, word by word, recounting all her virtues.

Perhaps this was Miss Bai’s transformation. Once, she had been reluctant to speak of love easily. Now, she poured out her affection without restraint. But why had she changed from someone so guarded with her emotions to this?

Of course, it was because Song Shizhou had taught her what real love was.

The rich scent of laurel brushed against Shizhou’s side, leaving her momentarily dazed. It carried a look of admiration and cherishment, making her willing to tentatively meet those pale green eyes.

The woman before her spoke, each word deliberate.

“Shizhou, perhaps everything in this world is false, but you must know that only your love for me is real, only my love and remorse for you are true.”

Is that so…

Song Shizhou suddenly felt a bit dazed.

Bai Ruowei’s voice was resolute, gradually reviving the faint traces of hope in Song Shizhou’s heart hope that had grown despondent toward love, even toward the world itself.

Yes, what existed between her and Song Fengyu, Song Lanyi, and Lu Qi was nothing but hatred.

Now Miss Bai was telling her that she wasn’t as cold and ruthless as Sister Yu had claimed, nor as she herself had believed that she deserved nothing but vengeance.

Song Shizhou suddenly smiled.

Bai Ruowei was right. Everything in this world was false. Everyone schemed against each other, harbored ulterior motives, their madness and obsession sickening her to the core.

But one thing was real.

She gazed at the face of the person in her arms.

Their feelings for each other were real.

This was the only thing in this world worth existing.

Song Shizhou looked just as striking with a cold expression, her shoulder-length black hair cascading over her neck. She reached out and wiped the tear stains from Bai Ruowei’s face.

She thought they were the two strangest people in the world.

One was a cold-hearted avenger, the other an arrogant obsessive who never spoke of love.

Yet in the end, the ruthless one softened, and the arrogant one learned what love truly was.

Song Shizhou suddenly felt like laughing.

What was this? They were two people who had witnessed all the darkness in the world, yet in the very end, they ended up protecting each other, engaging in a pure love story.

But indeed, this truly was a pure love story.

The sky gradually darkened. In this moment of raw emotion, the pheromones in the room surged to a terrifying intensity, the Alpha and Enigma pheromones clashing fiercely. Yet the two at the center of the storm remained eerily calm.

They locked eyes.

The moment their lips met, it was almost like a savage bite. Perhaps only such a ferocious kiss could match the intensity of their story. Song Shizhou gripped Bai Ruowei’s hand, interlacing their fingers tightly.

Miss Bai’s fair hand bore faint red marks from the force of Song Shizhou’s grip. A sharp pain radiated from her knuckles, yet she whispered, “It’s fine. You can hold me tighter.”

“Tighter. Don’t let go of me. Don’t forgive me so easily. Let me spend the rest of my time making it up to you…”

Song Shizhou stared into her eyes.

“Aren’t you afraid?”

A hint of obsession flickered in the other’s gaze.

“Afraid? Why should I be?”

“As long as you love me, I fear nothing.”

This answer was identical to the one from their past life.

The scent of osmanthus instantly flooded the hospital room. Everything about Bai Ruowei was intense her hatred, her love, even her passion.

Her lips were as soft as ever. Miss Bai playfully nipped at her fingertips, leaving behind a trail of delicate osmanthus fragrance. A crystalline tear slid down Song Shizhou’s cheek as she wrapped her arms around Bai Ruowei’s waist, reluctantly breaking the kiss. Cradling that exquisitely beautiful face like a work of art, she murmured,

“Why are you crying again?”

“I’m not crying,” the other replied.

“Little boat, it’s you who’s crying.”

Song Shizhou paused.

So it was her who had been crying.

Why the tears? Was it because of the sudden surge of pheromones, the earlier emotional outpouring, or because she had truly recognized her own heart?

Now it was Bai Ruowei’s turn to wipe away tears. Miss Bai’s lips brushed against the corners of her eyes, kissing away each teardrop one by one.

Her voice was calm and composed, yet carried a hint of obsessive surrender in its tone.

“Song Shizhou, I’ve only ever shed tears for you.”

Song Shizhou’s heart skipped a beat.

“If you want me to cry for you right now, I can.”

“Whether tears of joy or sorrow, they’ve only ever been for you.”

Their mingled breaths created waves of heat. Someone blocked the strip of glass on the door, while the corner surveillance camera was conveniently disabled. Song Shizhou pulled her under the covers, plunging them into darkness as kisses rained down on all the most sensitive spots.

So thick, the intoxicating fragrance of night-blooming cereus. So rich, the heady laurel fragrance.

In the past, Miss Bai always wanted to make love after getting hurt. Now it was Song Shizhou who had become the impatient one.

She wasn’t normally driven by desire, which made this rare urgency all the more heart-fluttering.

Gripping Miss Bai’s waist, her pupils darkened to an almost frightening depth.

“Bai Ruowei, since you’ve chosen to accept all of me, you can never leave again.”

Would you fear feeding yourself to the poison?

The response came as a sweet yet composed kiss.

Bai Ruowei’s lips found hers precisely, then traced over every small scar left by the explosion on her body.

If there remained only one person in this world who could understand, who could applaud everything Song Shizhou had done.

That person would undoubtedly be Bai Ruowei.

A hint of blood bloomed between their lips. Miss Bai seemed particularly fascinated by her blood. They were two souls equally mad at their core, finally seeing their own hearts clearly in this moment.

“I won’t leave.”

Each firm declaration struck Song Shizhou’s eardrums as overwhelming emotion filled Bai Ruowei’s chest. She repeated her promise never to leave each iteration more resolute, more solemn than the last.

How could she ever leave?

Her tightly closed eyelids trembled slightly. Amidst ragged breaths, whether from Song Shizhou’s movements or her love, both body and heart swelled with that same overwhelming ache.

Receiving Song Shizhou’s love was the greatest meaning of her existence in this world. How could she leave? How dare she leave?

Seated in her embrace, feeling the tremors along her inner thighs, Bai Ruowei gave a low laugh and slipped her fingers beneath Song Shizhou’s shirt.

“Song Shizhou, when exactly will you make me your Omega?”

The intense pheromones left her somewhat disoriented. Her brows furrowed slightly as those soft lips glistened with moisture.

Omega.

The word seemed to trigger something.

Song Shizhou’s kiss landed on her scent gland, sharp canines grazing the most delicate skin.

Outside, the sky was gradually lightening. Of course, nearly ten hours had passed since the explosion. Dawn of the next day had arrived. She glanced out the window at the rare pale pink morning clouds, the same hue as those lips before her.

The moment she bit down, both of them seemed to feel something unusual. This was the countless time Song Shizhou had bitten Bai Ruowei’s scent gland over this period, yet no matter how deep the mark, it had never succeeded in turning her into an Omega.

She had thought this time would be no different.

Bai Ruowei had never been one to beg for mercy in intimate moments, yet now she clutched Song Shizhou’s hand tightly, her fingertips turning white from the force.

“Shizhou, wait!”

Something seemed to shift.

A flash of white light exploded in her mind, followed by an uncontrollable trembling. Sticky dampness soaked the pristine white hospital sheets, and soon after, a sweet, suggestive fragrance filled the air.

Song Shizhou’s eyes widened slightly. The skin of the woman beneath her had turned a delicate, rosy pink, like peach blossoms. Those pale green eyes held a trace of stunned disbelief, staring blankly in her direction.

For a moment, Song Shizhou thought she caught the scent of osmanthus in bloom.

Omega.

Bai Ruowei had been marked as her Omega.

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