After the Black Moonlight’s "Death Escape" Failed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 90

Chapter 90: Shura Field 2

◎Will she favor the other “me” more?◎

Jiao Qingyin had never imagined that Wen Fengyue would harbor those kinds of feelings for her.

First, they were both female; second, Wen Fengyue’s biological age was not yet legal; and finally—she and the human Wen Fengyue weren’t even the same species…!

When she regained her senses, her first reaction was that Wen Fengyue was joking. With a relatively steady expression, she asked, “Is this a confession?”

Wen Fengyue suddenly leaned in. That face, so beautiful it could make one’s breathing stop, magnified in front of Jiao Qingyin. Her slender, curled eyelashes almost touched her.

The reason it was “almost” was that the ghost Wen Fengyue reacted in time, pulling Jiao Qingyin back a step. Before the atmosphere could shift further, Jiao Qingyin rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Stop fighting for a moment.”

The ghost Wen Fengyue remained on high alert, but the human Wen Fengyue had already nodded. “Mm, I won’t.”

She acted very magnanimous. The ghost Wen Fengyue didn’t immediately realize why and froze in place, allowing the other to seize the initiative again—

“It is a confession,” the human Wen Fengyue’s eyes sparkled. While gazing intently at Jiao Qingyin, she followed up on the previous question. “I wanted to make it more formal, but… I suddenly just really wanted to tell you.”

Her speech was relatively fluent, but her fingers unconsciously gripping the hem of her clothes proved how nervous and uneasy she actually was.

This look of hers… doesn’t look like a joke at all, Jiao Qingyin thought.

Did Wen Fengyue really like her…? But—when did it start, and why? To Jiao Qingyin, love was nothing more than the dual attraction of appearance and soul, but before today, the girl hadn’t even seen her real form in reality…

Wen Fengyue watched Jiao Qingyin silently, seemingly waiting for an answer. An answer of acceptance or rejection.

Jiao Qingyin felt a slight pressure from her gaze, causing her to turn her head slightly. After avoiding eye contact, she finally spoke: “You only think this because I saved you. You’ve mistaken gratitude for love—do you know about the ‘Suspension Bridge Effect’…”

Seeing Wen Fengyue’s expression suddenly change, Jiao Qingyin couldn’t continue.

“No,” Wen Fengyue spoke through gritted teeth, her voice shaking. “Absolutely not.”

“I’m not a child anymore. I know exactly what I’m thinking, and I’m very clear about what kind of ‘like’ I feel for you—Jiao Jiao, I want to be your lover, not a child you treat as someone needing protection for the rest of your life.”

Wen Fengyue’s gaze was stubborn, her expressed emotion sincere and blazing; she was just short of carving her heart out and placing it before Jiao Qingyin.

“…” Jiao Qingyin felt a rare moment of panic. It wasn’t that she had never been confessed to, but… Wen Fengyue was different from everyone else. As for exactly how she was different, Jiao Qingyin’s mind was currently too blank to summarize.

She lowered her head and said in a soft voice: “Let’s talk about this after you turn eighteen.”

This was the first time Jiao Qingyin had used such an ambiguous sentence to reject a confession. In the past, she would say “No” if she was in a good mood, and if she was in a bad mood, she’d either pull a gun or say “Get out.”

But facing Wen Fengyue, Jiao Qingyin found that she… didn’t want to see her sad. This fleeting thought made her decide to delay. A two-month buffer should be enough for her to figure out how to resolve this.

The flame in Wen Fengyue’s eyes, which was about to go out, suddenly roared to life. She couldn’t wait to take another step forward, looking like she wanted to hug Jiao Qingyin, and said excitedly: “Does that mean when I’m eighteen, Jiao Jiao will consider being with me?”

“…” Jiao Qingyin was momentarily speechless. I don’t think my words meant that?

She was looking for an excuse to skip the topic when she felt a pull on her wrist. She turned to see the other Wen Fengyue clutching her sleeve. This one looked dazed as usual, making Jiao Qingyin instinctively relax her arm, letting the other move her fingers to hold her hand before asking, “What’s wrong?”

Jiao Qingyin’s mind wandered, thinking that although these two were both Wen Fengyue, their ways of thinking were different; surely the ghost version wouldn’t hold the same feelings as the human one.

But in the next second, the ghost Wen Fengyue spoke, shattering Jiao Qingyin’s assumption.

“I also, like Jiao Jiao,” she said. One word at a time, incredibly clear.

Jiao Qingyin’s body stiffened. She instinctively tried to find an excuse for her—there are many types of “like,” and she might not be clear…

“Want to, sleep with, Jiao Jiao,” the ghost Wen Fengyue’s eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed with a faint pink. “Want to… be with Jiao Jiao, forever.”

She lowered her head, looking at her hand intertwined with Jiao Qingyin’s. Both hands shared the same white-to-transparent hue, proving they clearly did not belong to the human realm.

But the ghost Wen Fengyue felt she could sense a warm heat from Jiao Qingyin’s hand. That heat gave her a full sense of security, as if a force was flowing from her palm, filling her non-beating heart.

She raised her other hand, and a few drops of fresh red blood gradually condensed at her fingertip. Jiao Qingyin’s pupils constricted, and she immediately grabbed her hand to check. “Wen—”

“I’m fine,” the ghost didn’t struggle, acting very obedient. “I want to… give you a gift.”

The human Wen Fengyue had been standing aside with a dark expression, looking away to restrain her anger, but when she heard this, she snapped her head back. However, she was too late to stop her other self.

The ghost Wen Fengyue controlled the jewel-like blood drop, moving it to Jiao Qingyin’s right ring finger, and then gave it a light tap—

The blood drop fell, transforming into a bright red ring, fitting perfectly onto Jiao Qingyin’s ring finger. It was very simple, with no jewels or complex designs, just a plain band with a blood-like luster. The ghost Wen Fengyue wasn’t very satisfied with its appearance, but it was the best she could do within her power.

She peeked at Jiao Qingyin. Seeing that she didn’t look angry, she breathed a sigh of relief.

“This is… a ring,” she said. Although she had acted quickly, she became nervous after the deed was done. She knew very well that a ring was a gift that should be given after consent, but… Jiao Jiao had already declined the other her, and she was afraid of being rejected as well.

She tried her best to look innocent and harmless, gazing at Jiao Qingyin with her glass-bead blue eyes, hoping she would accept the gift.

But then, a cold, mood-spoiling voice rang out: “Did Jiao Jiao agree? You just acted on your own?”

The human Wen Fengyue suppressed her erupting jealousy, her gaze toward the blood-red ring extremely hostile. “Stop making that face, really—”

Jiao Qingyin looked up before she could say anything more aggressive. Wen Fengyue forced herself to swallow the rest of her sentence, but her attitude was definitely not friendly. The ghost ignored her, staring fixedly at Jiao Qingyin, hoping she’d keep the ring.

Jiao Qingyin sighed. “I can’t accept this.”

Mist immediately clouded the ghost’s eyes, looking like she was about to cry. Jiao Qingyin gently stroked the ring on her finger. The ring, made of blood, seemed to have a life of its own, silently tightening slightly—as if afraid Jiao Qingyin would take it off.

Seeing this, Jiao Qingyin held her right hand out to the ghost. “Take it back.”

The ghost bit her lip and didn’t move. The human Wen Fengyue’s expression softened slightly, but she also felt a sympathetic unease. If Jiao Jiao still rejected her feelings in two months…

“Wen… A’er,” Jiao Qingyin’s voice was gentle but carried an unquestionable firmness. “Take it back.”

Hearing her being called “A’er,” the ghost’s eyes grew redder. One second, two seconds… she held out for three seconds before finally reaching out and turning the ring back into blood. She lowered her head; though her hair hid most of her face, the blood tears flowing down couldn’t be concealed.

Especially since the human Wen Fengyue had decorated her home in pure white, the tears looked even more prominent against the environment. The ghost realized this and became uncontrollably frantic, trying to wipe the tears, but the more she rushed, the more they fell. Dark red spread across her school uniform, radiating an ominous aura.

Wh-what should I do… Jiao Jiao didn’t like her gift. Seeing her like this, will she like her even less…?

Suddenly, her chin was gently tilted up. The ghost’s mind was a mess, but her body followed Jiao Qingyin’s lead. Jiao Qingyin patiently wiped her tears. Seeing that the ghost was too busy staring at her to remember to cry, she gave her a smile.

Seeing the smile, the ghost let out a hiccup from crying. “How did you become so cowardly?” Jiao Qingyin pinched her chin and whispered. “You weren’t such a crybaby before.”

“…Wuu.” The ghost let out a small whimper and mumbled something Jiao Qingyin couldn’t hear.

“…” The human Wen Fengyue watched the scene without a word, veins popping on her clenched hand.

Jiao Qingyin turned back, sensing something, and met Wen Fengyue’s red eyes. Great, I just finished coaxing one, and the other is about to cry.

But the human Wen Fengyue was clearly stronger than the emotive ghost. Feeling embarrassed, she only met Jiao Qingyin’s gaze for a second before raising her hand to cover her eyes. “…I’ll go cook,” she said, then turned toward the kitchen.

Jiao Qingyin couldn’t really leave her alone. She lowered her guard for the ghost’s tears, but she also softened for the human version. She patted the ghost who was trying to nuzzle into her, signaling her to come along. However, the ghost was reluctant and tried to keep her from following the other. “Jiao Jiao…”

Jiao Qingyin didn’t speak, just gazed at her quietly for a moment. The ghost agreed dejectedly.

They floated near the human Wen Fengyue. Though she acted like she didn’t care, her ears were perked up, following the movements behind her. Seeing Jiao Qingyin hadn’t abandoned her, she bit her lip.

She had actually recovered her memories earlier than Jiao Qingyin. During her sleep after shrinking, she remembered everything from her previous life and digested the ghost version’s memories. Knowing that the other had repeated her death over two thousand times to wait for Jiao Qingyin, the human Wen Fengyue had a bad premonition.

She was worried… that Jiao Jiao would give that self more care and love out of pity for her tragic encounter. But she had also waited for Jiao Jiao for a long, long time. She walked the path of revenge alone, forcing herself to grow up quickly. While others spent nights with loved ones, she could only spend countless sleepless hours missing that single day she spent with Jiao Jiao.

That Wen Fengyue at least always remembered “Caramel” and the light that saved them. But her? She was reborn into a second life with nothing but pain and hatred. The missing pieces of her soul often left her in states of extreme rage, leading to impulsive and self-harming behaviors.

Wen Fengyue didn’t want to compare who was more miserable, but if Jiao Qingyin really favored that one more… She picked up the kitchen knife, looking at her reflection in the blade, her expression unreadable.

“Let me cook.”

Jiao Qingyin’s suggestion made her hand pause. After taking a quiet breath, she looked at the ghost beside her, making her tone as normal as possible. “Jiao Jiao, you can cook?”

“Yeah, I used to…” Jiao Qingyin started but stopped, realizing she’d said too much. After a second, she skipped to the next sentence. “Whatever you like to eat, I can basically make it.”

Used to? Wen Fengyue didn’t miss that. The other used to… At that moment, Wen Fengyue realized she still didn’t know Jiao Qingyin’s real name, her life experiences, how she became a ghost, or why she hadn’t reincarnated. Countless questions popped into her head.

But Jiao Qingyin was avoiding her past and had no intention of sharing. If she asked, would it make things difficult…? “Jiao Jiao, what was your name before?”

Hearing the other self’s voice, the human Wen Fengyue froze. She glared at the other with a dark look—you idiot—

“…Me?” Jiao Qingyin thought she had successfully dodged the topic, but she was caught after all.

The ghost Wen Fengyue, under the terrifying glare of her other self, realized she might have said the wrong thing. She stammered, trying to fix it, but failed predictably. Jiao Qingyin noticed their murderous non-verbal communication and sighed helplessly.

Both Wen Fengyues looked at her, their expressions identical in their tension. Jiao Qingyin didn’t doubt that if she showed any blame, she would get two Wen Fengyues snitching on each other at the same time.

It seemed she couldn’t delay too long; she had to resolve the issue of these two soul fragments quickly. Otherwise, Jiao Qingyin felt that if she didn’t pay attention one day, she’d find a Wen Fengyue missing a limb or a piece of her soul.

“Why don’t you two talk alone for a bit?” Jiao Qingyin said. “I’ll go check the other rooms.”

The two Wen Fengyues: “…”

Their thoughts were perfectly unified at this moment: I don’t want to be apart from Jiao Jiao, and I don’t want Jiao Jiao to see the bedroom.

However, Jiao Qingyin didn’t wait. She turned and floated straight toward the bedroom. Since the bedroom and kitchen were only separated by a wall—a distance of less than three meters—Jiao Qingyin didn’t need the human Wen Fengyue to follow.

Jiao Qingyin thought the hidden secret wouldn’t be hard to find, but as soon as she passed through the wall, the girl gave her a huge surprise—

Mirrors.

Mirrors, mirrors everywhere. The entire bedroom was covered in them. On the walls, the floor, the ceiling, and every possible surface. Because the mirrors reflected each other, the visual effect was staggering, like an endless maze.

Jiao Qingyin circled the room in silence. These mirrors couldn’t reflect her ghostly form, but if the physical Wen Fengyue came in… Jiao Qingyin just imagined it and felt as if ten thousand Wen Fengyues were watching her. She instinctively rubbed her arms; she couldn’t even handle two Wen Fengyues, if there were that many…

Before entering, Jiao Qingyin thought she could understand any dark habit or hobby, but now she realized why the girl was being secretive. Seeing a room like this, it was hard not to think Wen Fengyue had psychological issues or was extremely narcissistic.

Jiao Qingyin found it strange. Since Wen Fengyue hated her other self so much, why place so many mirrors in the bedroom? If it were just a hobby… turning on the lights in a room with this many mirrors would damage one’s eyesight. It wasn’t suitable for living.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen.

As soon as Jiao Qingyin left, the ghost wanted to follow, but a sentence from the human Wen Fengyue made her stop with a dark face.

“Sister said when I turn eighteen, she will respond to my confession.”

To provoke the other, the human Wen Fengyue specifically used the special title “Sister.” The boastful tone made the ghost’s mood plummet. She couldn’t think of any aggressive words, so she could only say stiffly: “Jiao Jiao, will, reject you.”

“She won’t,” the human Wen Fengyue said certainly, though she knew she had no real assurance. “Sister didn’t reject me now, so she won’t later.” After a pause, she curled her lips emotionlessly. “Unlike you. Your so-called ‘ring’ was returned on the spot.”

The ghost’s waist-length hair floated up; she was angry.

“I’ll be eighteen in two months. What about you?” The human Wen Fengyue continued to add fuel to the fire, her eyes showing no provocation but enough to infuriate. “A minor who’s a high schooler for the rest of your life?”

The ghost was indeed enraged. Black-red semi-liquid gas seeped from her skin, her gaze terrifying.

The atmosphere was explosive. Just then, Jiao Qingyin finished checking the bedroom and floated out, her expression very complicated.

The previously arrogant human Wen Fengyue: “…” Her momentum shrank instantly. Jiao Qingyin’s expression gave her a bad feeling. She already worried the other was more favored, and now panic began to rise.

Jiao Qingyin had come out too fast. She had wanted to provoke the ghost into losing control and hurting her so she could gain Jiao Qingyin’s sympathy, making her overlook the bedroom incident while lowering the ghost’s image, but now… her plan was dead.

“Jiao Jiao.” Seeing Jiao Qingyin, the ghost wanted to complain.

The human Wen Fengyue’s expression was very stiff. Her mind raced, but she couldn’t think of a solution. And at the thought of the ghost being able to touch Jiao Qingyin—getting head pats and having her tears wiped—her emotions became increasingly volatile. If she saw their interaction again, she might lose her cool.

She couldn’t help but call out as well: “Jiao Jiao…”

Jiao Qingyin saw that the private chat hadn’t improved their relationship and had instead made it more rigid, so she gave up on that idea. “I’ll cook. You two rest for a bit,” she suggested again, skipping over the bedroom and their conversation. “We’ll talk about other things after dinner.”

The two rarely disobeyed her. Jiao Qingyin took control of the human body, while the human version floated out as a spirit. She was disappointed to find she was still tiny and weak, but compared to the other self, she had one major advantage—she could touch physical objects.

So, while Jiao Qingyin was chopping green onions, a cherry tomato appeared on the edge of the colander. Tiny Wen Fengyue held the tomato, flashing a smile. “Jiao Jiao, I’ll help you.” She was so small she had to spread her arms wide to hold it, looking like a squirrel with a nut.

Jiao Qingyin was charmed and nodded with a smile. “Okay, I’ll count on you.”

Encouraged, Little Wen Fengyue began seriously transporting cherry tomatoes, a happy smile on her face. The ghost version was already exhausted. Activity during the day took too much energy for a vengeful spirit. She tried to watch Jiao Qingyin cook, but as the chopping became rhythmic, she fell asleep standing up.

Seeing her asleep, Jiao Qingyin turned the faucet down. Little Wen Fengyue became even more proactive. Jiao Qingyin narrowed her eyes. After the last tomato was placed in the basket, she held her hand out.

Little Wen Fengyue froze. Not understanding, she still floated into the palm. “Jiao Jiao?”

“You don’t have to do this,” Jiao Qingyin whispered, rubbing her head with a clean hand. “Don’t smile when you’re unhappy. Just tell me directly.”

The smile on Little Wen Fengyue’s face faltered, turning into embarrassment. She didn’t expect her act to be seen through. She had been angry—angry at the ghost version, and angry at herself.

Why couldn’t she be more likable? She didn’t need much, just a bit more than that ghost, a bit more to make Jiao Qingyin’s heart ache…

“I don’t know what you’re worried about…” Jiao Qingyin spoke in a low voice. “But I want to say, I’m very happy to have remembered the past and to see you again after the cycles of time.”

“So… instead of being sad alone, why not talk to me more, okay?”

Wen Fengyue bit her lip; she couldn’t speak. She remembered Jiao Qingyin telling the ghost that her eyes turning red from crying weren’t as pretty as her blue eyes. So she didn’t want to cry; she wanted Jiao Qingyin to always see her best side.

As if reading her mind, Jiao Qingyin lifted the tiny person to her face. “I don’t want to see you cry because I don’t want you to be sad, not because I want you to hide your unhappiness and smile at me.”

“Also, I haven’t had the chance to say this…” Jiao Qingyin gently poked the girl’s cheek. “You’ve worked very hard all these years on your own… In the future, I will be with you.”