After Transmigrating Into a Cannon Fodder, I Got a Happy Ending with the Female Lead [Transmigration Into a Novel] - Chapter 49

The sound of rain pattered softly as Qinghe woke from the chaos.

When she opened her eyes, the environment felt both strange and familiar—like the room she used to live in while she was in the mortal world.

Outside, the light was dim; heavy rain was falling.

Inside the room, a faint fragrance of herbs lingered, gradually pulling her thoughts back into order.

She had gone to the Divine Realm of tens of thousands of years ago, seen herself before she fell into demonic corruption, and her elder brother had died.

Yu Zhu perished together with his heart demon.

In truth, that was always his destined end—since the heart demon was born from him, it had to be ended by him as well.

But still…

How ruthless—he hadn’t even left a single bone behind, just vanished into nothing.

“Can I really see Father and Mother again?” Qinghe murmured.

The door opened quietly. Ji Shuang, seeing her awake, nearly burst into tears from relief.

“Oh, thank heavens, you’re awake!”

Her exaggerated reaction wasn’t without reason—the state the two of them had been in had been terrifying. Bloodied and half-dead, they had rolled down from the mountain, and Yuexi had still clung to her arm, refusing to be sent to the hospital.

In the end, Ji Shuang had dragged them home and asked one of Pei Ying’s doctor friends to treat their wounds.

The injuries healed quickly, but no matter what, they wouldn’t wake up. Ji Shuang had been rushing back and forth every day, heart in knots.

Now that they were finally awake, she could breathe again. Otherwise, she would have had to resort to both medical and spiritual methods together.

“Xiao Qing, how do you feel?” Ji Shuang asked, tucking a pillow behind her back.

Qinghe shook her head and asked, “Where’s Yuexi?”

Her voice was hoarse and rough, like an old bellows.

“In her room. She’s been unconscious as well, but unlike you, she wasn’t injured.”

Just then, the door pushed open again. Yuexi stepped in, her eyes immediately softening when they landed on Qinghe lying on the bed.

Her face was pale, and she had lost some weight—the sleepwear that used to fit snugly now looked loose on her.

Qinghe looked back at her. Their eyes met, and words became unnecessary.

Knowing the two had things to say, Ji Shuang tactfully slipped out. As she passed Yuexi, she asked, “Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”

Yuexi shook her head. “Sister Shuang, thank you.”

Ji Shuang smiled mysteriously and closed the door behind her.

Before, she’d worried Qinghe was too young and might be bullied by Yuexi. But now… she would just let things be.

Xiao Qing seemed to have grown up overnight, no longer carrying that aura of fragility that made people want to protect her.

Her appearance hadn’t changed, but her temperament had. Yuexi no longer looked like she was committing some crime of seducing a minor.

Yuexi walked over, gently caressed Qinghe’s face, and pulled her into her arms.

“Thank goodness you’re still here.”

Yuexi didn’t simply drift through a month-long unconsciousness—she had dreamed, dream after dream, each bizarre and vivid.

She had witnessed the entire process of Qinghe’s fall into demonic corruption. She had stood by helplessly as it happened.

Qinghe’s divine power was devoured by ten thousand demons; her divine bones corroded by demonic energy, a torment worse than death. Qinghe’s once pure and serene eyes grew cold as frost—it had taken her a thousand years of agony.

A thousand years for the divine power in her body to merge with the demonic qi, leaving her a creature neither god nor demon.

Tens of thousands of years later, the demonic qi had finally crushed her divinity entirely. She became the demon lord that everyone sought to destroy.

Laughable. She had done nothing to deserve it.

Yuexi’s heart ached, her hands trembling as she clutched Qinghe. Qinghe raised her head from Yuexi’s embrace and asked softly, “What’s wrong?”

Yuexi was usually composed—no matter how panicked she felt inside, she always looked calm on the outside. Rarely did she reveal such emotions, leaving Qinghe a little uncertain. Maybe something else had happened while she was unconscious?

Wait—the little one…?

“How did we get out? And the other me…”

Yuexi hugged her tighter, as if afraid she would disappear the instant she blinked.

This wasn’t an illusion, right? It was real, wasn’t it?

Qinghe vaguely understood her fear and didn’t press. Instead, she buried her face against Yuexi’s chest and rubbed lightly against her.

Time seemed to stop. Outside, the rain grew heavier.

The same rain that had earlier made Yuexi restless now soothed her, quieting the turmoil in her heart.

Truly, whether something is good or bad depends entirely on one’s state of mind at the moment.

They held each other for a very long time before Yuexi finally let go.

Qinghe’s face was pale from lying in bed for so long, but her eyes were once again pure and gentle, no longer ice-cold.

“If only I had met you sooner,” Yuexi murmured, stroking her cheek.

Qinghe’s lips curled slightly. “We did meet a long time ago. It’s just that when we met again, neither of us recognized the other.”

Those words carried a lot of meaning. Yuexi thought for a moment, then suddenly realized what she meant.

“You mean to say…”

Qinghe blinked at her. “Figure it out yourself.”

As if there was anything left to figure out—the answer was obvious.

Yuexi was about to respond, but Qinghe added teasingly, “But with how poor your comprehension is, can you really piece it together?”

Yuexi: …

Pure slander. Since when was her comprehension bad?

She bent down to press a kiss to Qinghe’s slightly dry lips, then drew her back into her arms, rubbing her cheek against her hair with tenderness and longing.

“I only thought I was pulled into that tree. I didn’t realize I was the tree itself.”

Qinghe chuckled and nipped at her neck. “You taste like grass. Funny how I never noticed before.”

Yuexi doubted she really tasted that bland, but she couldn’t exactly bite herself to check. Since Qinghe said so, she’d just go along with it.

Still, she had to protest a little.

“Shouldn’t it be the taste of wood instead?”

Qinghe gave her a sidelong glance, voice lilting: “Then let me taste again.”

Yuexi was bitten once more. She could feel teeth breaking her skin clearly. Her throat bobbed unconsciously, one hand pressing against the back of Qinghe’s head.

Qinghe suckled her like a child, not letting go until the faint taste of blood faded, by which time Yuexi’s breathing had already shifted rhythm.

“Go freshen up. You’ve been lying there so long, you stink.”

If anyone else had said it, Yuexi might have believed it. But coming from Qinghe, she knew it was on purpose. She wasn’t an ordinary person—freshening up for her was as easy as a wave of the hand.

So Yuexi just pressed a deep kiss to the back of her neck, then knelt down and slipped slippers onto her feet.

Not long after, Pei Ying arrived—likely tipped off by Ji Shuang that they had woken.

After exchanging greetings, the two slipped into the bathroom one after another.

Pei Ying froze for a moment, then slowly turned her gaze toward Ji Shuang.

“They…”

Ji Shuang took a sip of tea and said evenly, “They’re together.”

“Oh,” Pei Ying replied, her gaze deepening on Ji Shuang.

“Then let’s be together too.”

Ji Shuang nearly choked on her tea, staring at her in panic. “Professor Pei, you don’t have to feel obligated. That night we were both drunk, weren’t we?”

Pei Ying’s expression was serious. “You were drunk. I wasn’t.”

Ji Shuang’s eyes flickered, avoiding hers. “Well, then… it was just drunken recklessness. It doesn’t count. I think you’re confusing things.”

Not giving her a chance to continue, Pei Ying pressed on: “So, you’re saying it was no big deal? Just one night between adults, nothing worth mentioning, right?”

Ji Shuang stumbled: “O-of course not!”

“Exactly. I’ve never done that before. You were my first. Which means you have to take responsibility.”

“Huh? Shouldn’t it be you taking responsibility for me, not the other way around?”

Pei Ying stood, stepping closer until Ji Shuang was trapped between the sofa and her arms, the pressure overwhelming.

“You were the one who hugged me first. You were the one who kissed me first. Every one of my firsts was with you.”

Ji Shuang thought bitterly, As if I wasn’t also giving you mine. But staring into Pei Ying’s overly serious eyes, the words stuck in her throat.

It felt like if she didn’t agree, Pei Ying would immediately take action.

“…I’ll try,” Ji Shuang murmured.

She had spent her whole life thinking about money, never once falling in love. In terms of romance, she was even greener than the stiff Professor Pei.

But wasn’t this sort of thing something you figured out along the way? Nobody was born knowing how.

Pei Ying leaned down, stopping just a breath away from her lips.

“From today onward, we’re dating. I’ll learn to be a qualified girlfriend.”

“O-okay.”

Ji Shuang still wasn’t used to her overly solemn tone—it felt like she was treating their relationship like an official duty, all business.

Pei Ying stared at her for a moment longer, then lowered her head to kiss her lips.

Ji Shuang’s eyes flew wide, her hands clenched so tight her nails nearly dug into her palms.

“Close your eyes,” Pei Ying whispered.

“O-okay.”

Ji Shuang, normally quick-tongued and sharp during livestreams, now seemed robbed of her speech entirely. She could only stammer word by word.

In the bathroom, the sound of running water echoed.

Qinghe sat on the sink, holding Yuexi’s head against her, long fingers twined in dark hair, her legs dangling.

Yuexi’s voice came muffled from where she was buried: “What are they talking about?”

“Professor Pei is confessing to Sister Shuang. Let’s stay in here a little longer.”

No sooner had she said it than her calves trembled, her neck arched, and from her lips spilled a faint, fragile moan, her gaze turning hazy.

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