I Have the Aura of a Supporting Character in Yuri Novels - Chapter 114

the mysterious and vibrant Zhu Yun, with her bright and carefree smiles, has captured Tang Ning’an’s attention since they met. Zhu Yun’s presence, at times lively and at other times subdued, has woven itself into Tang Ning’an’s world, leaving its mark everywhere.

So when Tang Ning’an sees such a fragile and delicate Zhu Yun, she can’t hold back the tears welling up in her eyes.

Tang Ning’an is at a loss, wanting to calm down, but Zhu Yun’s body temperature is chillingly cold, causing her to feel uneasy. She knows Zhu Yun always controls her temperature to avoid hurting her, and this loss of control makes Tang Ning’an realize the seriousness of the situation.

“Zhu Yun, what’s wrong? You were fine just a moment ago,” she says, her voice choked with sobs.

Zhu Yun offers a bitter smile. “I don’t know how I ended up like this either.”

She laboriously raises her arm to hug Tang Ning’an, but lets go in the blink of an eye. Leaning weakly against the wall, Zhu Yun says, “The Li family tried to seal me away hundreds of years ago, and I didn’t die. What’s a little skirmish like this?”

She endures the struggle between two forces within her. She feels like a vessel, and these two forces are the main characters, fighting each other. Zhu Yun doesn’t know when they’ll stop and leave her in peace.

With tears in her eyes, Tang Ning’an looks at Zhu Jun, worried. She doesn’t care about the pain Zhu Jun is going through; she’s only concerned about her well-being.

“Don’t come over!” Zhu Yun says helplessly. “An’an, be a good girl. I’m a patient now. If you get sick, who will take care of me? I can’t die, but you can. I’m afraid the cold energy from me will leak out and turn you into an ice beauty.”

Speaking is difficult for Zhu Yun. She takes a breath, clutching her chest, and murmurs, “This is killing me.”

“[Xiao Zhu, how are you feeling now?]”

“One step away from death.”

Even while talking to 857, she doesn’t forget Tang Ning’an. Her voice is gentle and slow. “An’an, take off your glasses.”

This time, she walks to Tang Ning’an herself. Her beautiful face is worn with pain, but her eyes are still the clear, bright ones Tang Ning’an is familiar with.

Zhu Jun’s words meet with fierce resistance from Tang Ning’an. “I won’t get close to you, that’s all. Why do I have to not be able to see you?”

Zhu Jun explains with a sigh, “I don’t know what’s going to happen next, and I don’t have the strength to hide anymore. I’m afraid things might get worse. An’an, I… I’m a spirit of attachment. I can’t die. I don’t want to look pathetic in front of you. I just want you to remember my best side.”

“[Such a pretentious woman.]”

“Oh, shut up!” Zhu Yun knows she must look terrible right now, far from her previous ethereal, beautiful self. But that’s not the main point. The most important thing is that she doesn’t want to see Tang Ning’an’s tears. When Tang Ning’an cries, Zhu Yun feels a suffocating ache in her heart, a hundred times worse than the pain in her body.

“So you’re going to take away the only way I can see you?” Tang Ning’an has stopped crying. She defiantly questions Zhu Yun, her expression so calm that it feels like the calm before a storm.

Zhu Yun senses the danger hidden in Tang Ning’an’s words. Her eyebrows twitch, and she quickly reassures her, “I’m not taking it away. It’s just a suggestion, my small suggestion to An’an. Of course, the choice is yours. I won’t force you. It’s not a big deal if you see my ugly side. It’s really nothing.”

Her words make the tears well up in Tang Ning’an’s eyes again. The previous stillness was just a pretense.

Tang Ning’an walks silently toward Zhu Jun. Against Zhu Yun’s disapproving gaze, she stubbornly holds out her hands. Tang Ning’an struggles to keep her voice steady. “You said so many useless things, but you couldn’t persuade me because I have the right to do what I want. You don’t want me to hug you, but I will. You suggested I take off my glasses, so I can only say your suggestion is not a good one.”

“Wow, I’m already so miserable, and you’re still yelling at me!” Zhu Yun looks at her, her eyes filled with enchanting light. She could escape Tang Ning’an’s hug again, but she chooses to give in, simply because she’s afraid Tang Ning’an will truly get angry. She’s already so fierce; how could Zhu Yun dare provoke her again?

Tang Ning’an holds her tightly and whispers, “If you were a good girl, why would I yell at you?”

“Dummy,” Zhu Yun mumbles.

She looks at Tang Ning’an’s face and sighs, thinking what a walking refrigerator she is. Look how cold Tang Ning’an has gotten.

Zhu Yun inhales the scent of her hair, enjoying her warmth for the last time. Even though she’s greedy, she has to let go.

Icy fingertips gently touch Tang Ning’an’s cheek. She says softly, “We can’t hug anymore; you’ll really get sick. I’m not going anywhere, I’ll stay right in front of you. Will you keep me company?”

Tang Ning’an’s arms are left empty, and even the bone-chilling coldness disappears.

Looking at Zhu Yun’s pale face, Tang Ning’an nods with a pained expression. “Okay, I won’t go anywhere either. I’ll stay here and watch over you.”

Zhu Yun’s beautiful almond-shaped eyes curve into a smile.

The last of the sunset has not yet faded, and the faint glow gathers behind Zhu Yun, like a sash descending from the heavens. It seems to have a life of its own, fluttering by Zhu Yun’s arms, giving her bloodless face a touch of light.

“Zhu Yun!” Tang Ning’an reaches out instinctively, afraid that Zhu Yun will vanish like a flying goddess.

Zhu Yun tilts her head. The pain in her body seems to have subsided, and she’s not in as much agony as before. She smiles and asks, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Tang Ning’an replies, clenching her hands and explaining nonchalantly.

Tang Ning’an closes the blinds, and the last hint of sunset is gone. Zhu Yun is still in her green robes, and the thing Tang Ning’an worried about hasn’t happened.

“An’an, I don’t know when this strange phenomenon in my body will end. Why don’t I just watch you work to distract myself?”

Tang Ning’an is stunned for a moment, then says indulgently, “Okay, I’ll listen to you.”

Zhu Yun floats to her worktable, where broken fragments are laid out. On the other side is a porcelain bottle that Tang Ning’an has already shaped to the original proportions, but it hasn’t been fired in the kiln yet.

Tang Ning’an takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure, but it’s no use. Her heart is still in turmoil, so she gives up.

She turns on the work light, which illuminates the fragments arranged in order. Tang Ning’an leans on the table, and her glasses reflect Zhu Yun’s image. She says, “I wasn’t honest with Li Qingzhi before. The celadon glaze is indeed difficult to fire, but among all the ceramic restoration masters in the country, I’m the only one who can say that I can achieve a 100% success rate. So Li Qingzhi was right about one thing: only I can restore you.”

She picks up a fragment and continues, “I’ve already cleaned these fragments. I’ve also shaped your prototype many times. Now, we’ll proceed with the bonding step. I was planning to do it the day after tomorrow, but today, I’ll listen to you and work overtime.”

Zhu Yun stands opposite her, silently watching, appreciating Tang Ning’an’s focus and seriousness as she restores her. This feeling is strange, as if after countless years and journeys through mountains and seas, they finally met by chance.

Tang Ning’an is completely absorbed in her work, bonding one fragment after another. This is a sacred task, turning decay into magic with her own hands. She seems to be glowing. In the comfort of her workspace, Tang Ning’an gradually finds peace and calmness in her passion, no longer flustered or panicked.

This is indeed a good way to distract herself. Zhu Yun finds herself lost in thought as she watches, and even the pain in her body seems to subside. She blinks, and for some reason, the woman in front of her seems familiar. Seeing Tang Ning’an feels like finding a missing piece of her soul.

The fragments are being pieced together in an orderly rhythm. When Tang Ning’an finishes bonding the base of the porcelain bottle, she lets out a sigh of relief. Next is the body of the bottle.

She shows a rare moment of childishness. Tang Ning’an shows off to Zhu Yun, “Look, even the signature is pieced together. I looked up this person’s information before, but I couldn’t find any record of this craftsman’s name in historical books. You once told me what kind of emperor loved this porcelain bottle, do you remember this craftsman?”

Tang Ning’an looks up and asks, “Do you remember Yun Yao?”

Zhu Yun’s eyes are unfocused. She repeats, “Yun… Yao?”

“Yes, that’s the name on the base. It should be the craftsman who fired you.”

Her eyes remain blank, and her mind is a blank slate. Has she heard this name somewhere? Where? Why can’t she remember? It’s so strange, so painful. She must remember! Why did she forget her?

Zhu Yun slowly looks up, letting the light stimulate her eyeballs. She’s not afraid of the light; she just wants to use external force to make herself remember the name Tang Ning’an asked about.

Yun… Yao?

Suddenly, Zhu Yun has a flash of inspiration.

“857, those things stored in the system space, are they all from a person named Yun Yao?”

“[Ah… A-ba A-ba.]”

Zhu Yun smiles faintly. The existence of Yun Yao seems to have been with her for a long time. Who is she? What’s her relationship with herself?

She whispers, “Yun Yao?”

Tang Ning’an subconsciously responds, “Huh? What?”

Zhu Yun closes her eyes and says softly, “I don’t remember. I don’t know who Yun Yao is.”

As she finishes, a deep sense of desolation and a lingering sadness wash over her. She has forgotten so many things. What about in the future? Will she even forget herself?

Perhaps this unwillingness has been accumulating for a long time. Once it erupts, it will be a monstrous wave. Zhu Yun can’t bear it anymore.

“I’m very angry now, super, super angry.” This is what Zhu Yun says specifically for 857 to hear.

857 curls up into a ball, its antenna on its head drooping. It doesn’t even dare to look at the screen, afraid of getting into trouble.

Zhu Yun’s words, “I don’t remember,” make Tang Ning’an’s nose sting with a mix of emotions she can’t quite describe. She purses her lips and stares blankly at the porcelain bottle’s base.

Tang Ning’an zones out for a while. This is the first time she hasn’t responded to Zhu Yun’s words. She takes a breath, pulls herself together, and says gently, “It’s okay if you don’t remember. You’ll remember eventually. She hasn’t been forgotten by you. As long as you exist, she will exist, because you are her masterpiece.”

Tang Ning’an resumes bonding the fragments, not even daring to blink, afraid of making a mistake. She works with a devout focus, her profile revealing her exquisite beauty.

What Tang Ning’an doesn’t know is that Zhu Yun’s current changes are all because of her. The light is like a holy glow, and Tang Ning’an is redeeming the broken Zhu Yun.

Zhu Yun’s eyes are still closed. Her fingers hang lifelessly at her sides. She is in a state of turmoil. The fluctuations from the two energies in her body have not yet calmed down. She doesn’t know when this will end. But Zhu Yun decides not to put up with them anymore. This is her body, and only she can control it. Besides, Zhu Yun has nowhere to vent her anger, and this is a perfect opportunity to deal with them.

She enters her body like a nimble fish. The two forces are like two rushing sea currents, neither giving way. As Zhu Yun enters the turbulent waters, giant waves crash out, trying to block her.

The surface of the sea instantly becomes agitated and shaken, but Zhu Yun bravely ventures into the deep sea and successfully meets the monster lurking there. This tiny fish, with her own power, grows bigger and bigger, because this bottomless ocean is her home.

She charges forward with a menacing force. What surprises Zhu Yun even more is that the other force doesn’t become a monster; it remains a sea current and even extends a helping hand to her. Zhu Yun instantly understands that this sea current is not here to occupy the vast ocean but to help her reclaim her home.

With the assistance of this force, she is in her element, relentlessly fighting back against the monster. As she is about to be swallowed, Zhu Yun, immersed in the battle, hears Tang Ning’an’s soothing voice.

A smile forms on her lips. The rationality driven away by anger finally returns.

Tang Ning’an’s words show her a path to a new life. She has indeed forgotten many things, but only by living well can she untangle the mysteries surrounding her. The task is important, the mysteries are important, but what’s more important is not to lose herself. She can’t forget why she partnered with 857 in the first place: to live. She will hold on to this belief and walk steadily, step by step.

The seemingly endless sea finally calms down.

Zhu Yun’s throat feels itchy, and she coughs a few times. She wipes the blood from her lips and can’t help but complain, “Damn, my blood is still red?!”

“Hmm?” Tang Ning’an looks up abruptly and sees the pitiful, bleeding Zhu Yun. She asks in a panic, “Did your injuries get worse? How can I help you?”

Zhu Yun blinks innocently and gives her a smile. “I’m fine now. I won! See? I told you I’m amazing!”

Tang Ning’an frowns in disbelief. “You’re okay?”

“Yes, hopping around, perfectly fine.”

Tang Ning’an puts down her tools and initiates her physical check-up procedure for Zhu Yun: a hug.

“Then let me hug you.”

How could Zhu Yun object? She joyfully flies to Tang Ning’an, bends down, and hugs the woman who has always been by her side. She says gleefully, “I didn’t lie to you, did I?”

The weight on Tang Ning’an’s heart is completely lifted. She says with delight, “That’s great, really great.”

Injuries that appear suddenly and heal just as fast. She just gives her endless things to worry about.

Tang Ning’an looks up at her lips, which are not wiped clean, and says with a fond smile, “You almost scared me to death.”

Zhu Yun gives her a fawning smile. “It’s so good to have An’an here. You can even help me wipe the blood.”

Her body temperature is no longer out of control. Although it’s still cool, it won’t hurt people.

Zhu Yun spent a lot of effort dealing with the two energies in her body, a tale of hardship. She sits on the worktable, swinging her feet, and complains, “I thought they were both bad guys, but I was wrong. One of the forces was helping me. Thanks to it, I’m so relaxed now.”

Tang Ning’an holds her hand. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Hehe, I’m sorry, An’an. I scared you.”

Tang Ning’an adjusts her glasses and says shyly, “I’m not that timid. I was just worried about you, which is why I was so flustered and not calm.”

She avoids Zhu Yun’s smiling eyes, her cheeks drooping like a delicate flower startled by the sun, unable to look directly at the dazzling light.

Zhu Yun’s swinging feet become Tang Ning’an’s point of observation. A unique ink pattern is wrapped around her tender, fair ankles, unlike anything Tang Ning’an has ever seen. It looks like a pair of strange fingers tightly binding Zhu Yun’s feet, preventing her from escaping.

“What’s that ink pattern on your ankle?” Tang Ning’an forces herself to break away from this strange beauty and asks Zhu Yun out of curiosity.

However, Zhu Yun’s words make Tang Ning’an’s heart tighten. She says, “Ink pattern? Where? I don’t see it.”

Tang Ning’an is shocked. Her expression gives Zhu Yun the answer. Zhu Yun raises her eyebrows. “Is there something on my ankle?”

“Yes. I’ll draw it for you now.”

Tang Ning’an’s fingers grab her ankle, and she half-kneels by Zhu Yun’s leg, her gaze lingering on her skin. There was a faint mist before, so Tang Ning’an couldn’t see clearly. This time, she observes the ink pattern up close. But as she looks, Tang Ning’an realizes this mysterious pattern is not just on her ankle.

“Can I lift your skirt?”

Zhu Yun sits on the worktable, looking down at Tang Ning’an, who is half-kneeling. Her bent knees support Zhu Yun’s feet. The woman’s fingertips are warm and gentle. Zhu Yun knows she is focused on observing the unknown ink pattern, but Zhu Yun can’t calm her heart down. The warmth she craves is being wantonly mischievous.

Zhu Yun purses her lips and says softly, “Why are you lifting my skirt?”

“The ink pattern isn’t just on your ankle. I want to see other places.”

Zhu Yun’s eyes flicker unnaturally. The one who wasn’t afraid of pain or bleeding before is now a little timid.

If Tang Ning’an touching her ankle is this unbearable, can she handle her touching other places?

“How about… we forget about it?”

Tang Ning’an’s eyes narrow slightly, her almond-shaped eyes revealing a hint of flirtatiousness. She rubs Zhu Yun’s skin on her ankle and says softly, “No. You can’t see this ink pattern, but I can. Don’t you think that’s strange? I’m afraid there’s a problem. I need to draw it down and look up the information as soon as possible.”

Zhu Yun’s hands on the worktable tap to hide her nervousness.

Tang Ning’an’s hands hold her calf. Although there’s a layer of fabric, the warmth is simply seducing Zhu Yun’s heart.

“Wuwu.”

“Don’t pretend to cry.”

Tang Ning’an’s cold-heartedness exposes her pretense, making Zhu Yun so angry she wants to kick her.

“Just touch it, fine! Do whatever you want! I’m not afraid.”

Tang Ning’an is stunned, then she laughs. “It’s not touching, it’s lifting. The intention is different. How can you say it’s touching?”

Zhu Yun gives up completely and complains, “You’re looking back and forth at the ink pattern, but I can’t see that thing! I just feel like you’re looking at my foot and touching my ankle! It’s so itchy!”

Tang Ning’an’s cheeks instantly flush red. She realizes what she just did when she sees her fingers unconsciously rubbing Zhu Yun’s skin.

“I… I…”

After voicing her troubles, Zhu Yun feels much more at ease. She takes the initiative to lift her skirt, revealing her fair, slender calves. “Look, why aren’t you looking? Don’t pretend to be prim and proper. Hurry!”

Tang Ning’an quickly presses down on her skirt, which is still being lifted. “That’s enough, that’s enough. I think the ink pattern should only go up to the calf.”

“Okay then.”

“[Are you disappointed?]”

“Why haven’t you turned off your mic yet?”

“[Hehe.]”

Tang Ning’an’s guess is correct. The ink pattern appears again on Zhu Yun’s calf.

But soon, Tang Ning’an becomes nervous and licks her lips. She looks at Zhu Yun as if she has something to say.

Zhu Yun is familiar with this expression, so she simply asks, “Did you get proven wrong?”

She nods angrily.

The calf is not the end of the ink pattern. She guessed wrong.

“What should we do then?”

What if it’s somewhere else?

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