After the Second Playthrough, the CP-Less Female Lead Kneels and Begs Me for Forgiveness [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 39

Pei Ming walked to the edge of the cliff.

The abyss was bottomless; one could see nothing but thick clouds and mist. The swirling vapors rose up to meet her, carrying a startling, piercing chill.

Master Wang followed her to take a look and made a gesture to retreat. “Let’s go.” The cliff was unfathomable; anyone falling down would almost certainly be dashed to pieces. Pei Xi was surely dead.

Pei Ming wore an expression of slight sorrow. To an outsider, it might have seemed like she was grieving for her younger sister, but in reality, she was merely thinking that she had lost an object of interest.

Pei Xi’s death caused no ripples in her heart.

The grand procession, having completed its mission, now began to return the way they came.

The cliff regained its former tranquility, leaving behind only slight traces of blood to indicate that someone had once been there.

Towering forest trees grew in dense, overlapping clusters, their roots gnarled and intertwined. The ancient, dusty green foliage looked down upon the living creatures of the jungle against a backdrop of azure sky.

A stream gurgled past, and several black fish leaped from the water. A deer drank by the riverside, occasionally lifting its graceful neck to look around alertly.

A small fawn darted through the forest.

Suddenly, a sharp branch flew from the distance. It hit with such force that it pierced directly into the fawn’s abdomen.

The fawn let out a mournful cry, and its pace slowed as it left a trail of blood with every step.

A figure followed the trail from a distance, neither too close nor too far.

As its blood drained, the fawn’s steps grew slower until it finally collapsed onto the ground, emitting whimpering cries for help.

The figure finally caught up to the fawn.

The fawn was terrified, but it no longer had any strength. It could only look piteously at the human appearing before it, seemingly begging for mercy.

Under the sunlight, the figure’s features were revealed.

She had wheat-colored skin and slender arms covered with a thin layer of aesthetically pleasing muscle.

Her jet-black hair was tied into a high ponytail with a thin strip of cloth. Her eyes were partially hidden behind wisps of fragmented bangs, flickering in and out of sight.

Beneath a straight, delicate nose were elegantly shaped but slightly thin lips. Her tall, slender frame was a sight to behold just by standing there.

Under the fawn’s gaze, she pulled out the branch stuck in its abdomen. However, she wasn’t saving it; with a swift motion, she plunged the branch into the fawn’s neck.

the fawn’s final breath vanished.

Using the branch as a support, she hoisted the fawn onto her shoulder and walked toward a small river where she saw fish leaping from the water.

Setting the fawn down, she took the branch and stepped into the water.

With a quick eye and a steady hand, she caught several fish in just a few strikes.

While she was at the riverside, she dressed the deer. Once finished, she pulled up several stalks of tough grass to tie the fish together. Carrying the fish and slinging the deer over her back, she set off once more.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, she pushed aside a patch of dense grass. Hidden behind the greenery was a cave.

Carrying the day’s hunt, she entered the cave.

The cave was not large, and another person was lying inside.

That person had their eyes tightly shut, lying on a blanket made of piled furs.

She set down her prey and walked slowly to the person’s side, kneeling down to touch their brow and eyes.

“It’s been two years, Auntie. When will you finally wake up?” Pei Xi said before standing up.

She sat down beside her—this was her usual spot. From her robe, she pulled out a tattered book—or rather, it could hardly be called a book; it was just a few sheets of manuscript tied together.

Pei Xi smiled. “We agreed that I would be much stronger if I followed you. How can I learn if you won’t teach me?”

The only sound in the cave was her own voice, a silence she had grown used to.

Two years ago, she and Shao Xibei had fallen off the cliff. At the final moment, Shao Xibei had held her and flipped over, placing herself underneath to cushion the impact.

By a stroke of luck, they had landed in a river.

Pei Xi had been protected perfectly, but Shao Xibei had fallen from such a height while already gravely injured. Even falling into water, it was a miracle she had survived at all.

But Pei Xi refused to believe she was gone. She found this cave, settled Shao Xibei inside, and used the same methods she once used to treat her own wounds to bandage Shao Xibei’s arrow wound.

She survived day after day on wild fruit and mountain spring water, spending every night studying the manuscript Shao Xibei had given her.

Gradually, she learned how to harness the “Qi” within her body.

She could channel this Qi into a simple branch, making it strike with devastating power.

The animals she hunted progressed from birds, fish, and rabbits to snakes, deer, pigs, and sheep.

The predators she could handle grew from wolves to tigers, and eventually to bears.

As the scars on her body multiplied, she grew taller and stronger.

Pei Xi tucked the tattered manuscript back into her robe and reached out to gently grasp Shao Xibei’s wrist.

She could still feel a faint pulse; it was this sliver of hope that had kept Pei Xi going until now.

It was what gave her boundless faith and courage when facing packs of wolves—she had to survive, for the person she needed to protect was right behind her.

If it hadn’t been for Shao Xibei, she wouldn’t have resisted at all back then; she’d had no will to live in the first place.

“Auntie, actually… I don’t want to call you Auntie anymore. Can I call you Sister Shao?”

“Since you aren’t saying anything, I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

Pei Xi said these things to try and cheer herself up, but looking at the lifeless Shao Xibei, her heart was always filled with nothing but sorrow.

She even found herself wondering often: if only they had never met, then Shao Xibei wouldn’t have ended up like this.

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