My Ghostly Darling Cuddles Me Every Day - Chapter 28.2

Chapter 28.2

Bo Yu: “???”

How could that be?!

Nanyan was straight; Nanyan was her father’s wife!

But Xie Yinwan’s expression was one of extreme loathing and resistance.

Was Xie Yinwan truly a straight ghost who couldn’t accept two women being in love?

But… could Xie Yinwan have seen it wrong?

How could Nanyan possibly watch that kind of video?!

Was Nanyan bisexual?

Xie Yinwan spoke again, her voice cold and heavy with disgust: “She even called your name. She called out ‘Xiao Yu’.”

Bo Yu: “?!”

Bo Yu stood up in shock, her scalp tingling and her whole body going cold. “What are you saying? That’s impossible!! You saw it wrong, you heard it wrong. It’s impossible!”

Xie Yinwan’s expression was enigmatic and icy.

This was the first time Bo Yu had lost control in front of her.

No matter how far Xie Yinwan had pushed her before, even if Bo Yu was truly frightened, she would always remain calm and try to please or coax her in a roundabout way.

But now, Bo Yu was clearly questioning her.

Bo Yu did not believe her.

Xie Yinwan slowly lowered her eyes. She gently set Xiexie down, smoothed out Xiexie’s pajamas, and patted Xiexie’s hand.

Xiexie’s hands were very soft, chubby, and cute.

Then, she suddenly teleported directly in front of Bo Yu.

The pressure was overwhelming.

“She is disgusting,” Xie Yinwan said, struggling to control her irritable and violent emotions. “Bo Yu, I don’t want to see her around you ever again. Go and drive her away.”

Bo Yu’s eyes widened in sudden alarm. “So you did hurt Nanyan on purpose? Just to drive her out?”

Xie Yinwan’s pupils trembled.

Did Bo Yu truly think she was some kind of irredeemable, evil ghost?!

The angrier Xie Yinwan became, the calmer she appeared. “If I said I didn’t lay a finger on her, would you believe me?”

Bo Yu’s breathing was shallow and rapid. She was unwilling to believe what Xie Yinwan was saying.

She hoped more than anything that Xie Yinwan had seen wrong, heard wrong, or misunderstood. She could not accept the idea of Nanyan having any feelings for her.

“I…” Bo Yu shook her head in terror. “I don’t know.”

These revelations were too high-impact. She was panicked, her mind in a whirl, her consciousness blurred. She instinctively resisted. “Immortal, you must have seen it wrong, or heard it wrong. It’s a misunderstanding.”

Xie Yinwan pressed closer to Bo Yu. Even now, she did not raise her hand to strangle Bo Yu’s neck. She only spoke words drenched in frost: “Bo Yu, I am asking you—if I say I did not touch her, do you believe me? Do you believe me, or do you not?”

Bo Yu’s mouth hung open blankly.

If it wasn’t Xie Yinwan, did Nanyan really just fall by accident?

Amidst Bo Yu’s silence, Xie Yinwan curled the corners of her lips.

She was smiling, but there was no mirth on her face, only an eerie gloom. She said with certainty: “Bo Yu, you don’t believe my words. You don’t believe that I didn’t hurt her.”

Bo Yu’s panicked heart suddenly constricted, as if Xie Yinwan’s hand were literally squeezing it, tighter and tighter. For no reason, she felt a physical pain in her chest.

“I…” She couldn’t speak.

She didn’t know. She didn’t know if it was an accident or if the temperamental Xie Yinwan had caused it with a casual wave of her sleeve.

There was a non-slip mat in front of the bathtub in her own bedroom; Nanyan’s room should have had one too. So how could she have fallen?

Xie Yinwan began to laugh slowly—a cold laugh that sent a chill into every corner of the room, making Bo Yu’s body tremble.

“Bo Yu, you’ve known all along that I’m not an immortal. I’m an evil ghost. So you take it for granted that I would intentionally harm her, don’t you?”

Bo Yu’s lips trembled.

She felt like that wasn’t right, but she couldn’t clear her thoughts now; her mind was a mess.

Nanyan was watching a film and calling her name?

If Xie Yinwan felt so disgusted at the time, perhaps she really had waved her sleeve to knock Nanyan down.

And with Xie Yinwan being so repulsed by this, did it mean she could never let Xie Yinwan know that she liked girls?

If Xie Yinwan knew about the dreams she had—the ones involving Xie Yinwan—would Xie Yinwan kill her?

All sorts of chaotic thoughts flooded her heart—confusion, unease, fear.

“If you don’t believe me, so be it.” Xie Yinwan retreated, floating in the air. There was none of the attachment they had shared recently; there was only a cold indifference, as if she were looking at an insignificant stranger. “Bo Yu, since you blame me and misunderstand me, I will never come back again. We part ways today. We shall not meet again.”

“No!”

The words burst out of Bo Yu.

But Xie Yinwan vanished in an instant!

She didn’t stay for even a single second more!

“Xie Yinwan!” Bo Yu rushed to the window and shouted into the night. “Don’t go!”

Bo Yu pushed the window open, staring at the vast darkness, calling out anxiously: “Xie Yinwan, come back!”

There was no response.

Even the room rapidly returned to its usual warm temperature, without a trace of the eerie cold.

After her initial frantic shout, Bo Yu didn’t dare yell loudly anymore. She whispered urgently: “I’m sorry, Xie Yinwan. I was wrong. Don’t go. I believe you. I believe you! You didn’t do it, it was an accident. I believe every word you say. I don’t blame you. I beg you to come back, okay? Xie Yinwan, I beg you to come back.”

Silence was everywhere. The night breeze was still; there wasn’t the slightest ripple.

Bo Yu strained her eyes to look at the air outside, trying to catch a glimpse of Xie Yinwan hiding in the night.

But she saw nothing, and there was no reply.

This time, Xie Yinwan was truly gone.

Realizing she might never see Xie Yinwan again, Bo Yu’s eyes quickly turned red. The redness spread rapidly until even her nose was flushed.

Wet tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision.

Bo Yu pleaded: “Xie Yinwan, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have hesitated, I shouldn’t have misunderstood you, I shouldn’t have questioned you. Don’t go. Come back, please…”

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

She choked out: “Xie Yinwan, I’m begging you. Don’t go.”

Bo Yu eventually fell asleep out of exhaustion.

Her dreams were blurry and chaotic. At one moment, she felt like she was stepping off a high building into empty air; at another, she felt like she had fallen to the bottom of the sea and forgotten how to swim. She spent the entire night struggling for breath and crying for help.

When she finally woke up, her eyes were painfully swollen. She felt as if she had been fished out of water; her pajamas were soaked through at the front and back, and her hair was stuck to her forehead and temples, damp and sticky.

Bo Yu belatedly realized that after seeing Xie Yinwan last night, she had forgotten to take her medicine. She had a fever and was sick again.

She sat up and instinctively reached into her pajamas to pull out Xiexie, but her hand found nothing.

Xiexie wasn’t in her arms.

Bo Yu turned to look at the sewing machine table. Xiexie was lying there in the same position as last night, unmoved.

Xie Yinwan was not inside Xiexie’s body.

Xie Yinwan was really gone.

Bo Yu hugged her knees, unconsciously pressing them hard against her chest.

She felt a pain in her heart—a faint ache that was also sharp and clear. She pressed her knees into her chest even harder, hoping to dull the pain.

During this time, Xie Yinwan had given her so much hope and happiness; she had also let her experience many things she could never have imagined before.

She talked with a ghost. She burned clothes, wine, and desserts for a ghost. She let a ghost lie on her to inhale her fragrance.

The ghost told her about the bad things Bo Jingxian was going to do to her, watched the stars with her, watched the outside world with her, let “Hanhan” protect her, and told her things about her mother.

She taught the ghost to read, and the ghost helped her cheat at mahjong.

One thing after another flashed rapidly before her eyes like a revolving lantern, over and over again.

Bo Yu was not a person prone to internal conflict; on the contrary, she was someone who usually accepted the coming and going of people in her life with a peaceful mind. But now, she felt a profound distress, so much so that her breathing was shallow.

She had become used to looking forward to Xie Yinwan’s arrival every day. She was used to thinking about what to burn for her. She was used to her mind being filled with Xie Yinwan.

Were she and Xie Yinwan over, just like that?

Was her hope of seeing her mother again over, just like that?

Bo Yu stared blankly into the air for a long time. Seeing that it was 6:00 AM, she dragged her heavy, swaying body out of bed, poured her packet of medicine into a cup to heat it up, and sat at the head of the bed to drink it slowly.

She used to be most afraid of bitterness and taking medicine, but now she was completely used to it. She didn’t even frown.

As much as she didn’t want to recall what happened last night, she had to think about it.

Nanyan.

How could it be?

In her daily interactions with Nanyan, Nanyan had never said anything meaningful to her, nor had she ever looked at her with a special gaze. Nanyan was always smiling gently, and they rarely even had physical contact.

So, how could it be?

Even after her fever subsided, Bo Yu’s body was still weak. After showering, she applied ice to her eyes and put on some makeup, trying her best to make sure her grandmother wouldn’t notice, and went to have breakfast with her.

But the Old Lady still noticed Bo Yu’s abnormality. “You don’t usually wear makeup. Why today? Did you not sleep well last night?”

Bo Yu shook her head with a smile. “I slept well. I just drank too much water before bed. I’m bloated.”

The Old Lady frowned. “Your voice is hoarse, too.”

“Maybe I’m a bit ‘overheated’ (shanghuo).”

“Because you’re worried about Nanyan?”

Bo Yu chuckled and shook her head, saying frankly, “Second Aunt and my sister are with her. My dad went over too, and they found a chief physician. I know she’ll be fine.”

The Old Lady looked thoughtfully at Bo Yu’s left ear. “You aren’t wearing your earbud today.”

“Yeah. Zhu Ying is busy today, so no calls.”

Old Lady Bo didn’t ask further but put more of the celery Bo Yu liked into her bowl.

Wait and see, the Old Lady thought. Bo Yu had been in a good mood and looking healthy yesterday; she didn’t think it was necessary to go find Daoist Master Song Guangming yet.

But Bo Yu looked very poor today. If it continued, she would have to find Master Song.

At 8:30 AM, Bo Mi called. She said Nanyan had a ligament strain in her waist and a fracture in her right forearm. Her ankle was sprained, but there were no tears or serious strains there.

Rest for the waist, a cast for the forearm with a sling—these weren’t major issues.

“However, Nanyan had a full check-up this time, and they found a small polyp in her stomach. It’s benign and very small right now, so no surgery is needed. She just needs regular follow-ups. It’s a blessing in disguise. People our age always think we’re fine and are too lazy to get check-ups; who knows when she would have found that polyp otherwise.”

Bo Yu had the call on speakerphone, and Bo Mi’s relieved voice filled the room.

The Old Lady was reassured. “That’s good then. As long as it’s nothing major. If it’s benign, maybe it’ll disappear with proper care. When is she being discharged?”

Bo Mi: “She can be discharged today. But Nanyan doesn’t want to be ‘specially cared for’ by us at home; she wants to go back to her own apartment. Uncle agreed and said he’d arrange for two maids to go look after her.”

Hearing this, Bo Yu’s heart quietly settled.

She truly didn’t know how to face Nanyan right now.

Old Lady Bo, however, shook her head. “Bring Nanyan back as soon as she’s discharged. They are a legally married couple, which makes us one family. We can’t treat her like an outsider just because of the age gap. Nanyan shouldn’t always see herself as an outsider either. What does she mean, she ‘doesn’t want to be specially cared for’? If it were one of you three sisters, I wouldn’t let you live outside with a fracture. Bo Mi, bring her back. Do you hear me?”

Bo Mi was silent for a long while.

When she spoke again, she sounded disapproving. “The difference in family backgrounds is right there; it’s hard for Nanyan not to feel like an outsider. She was already walking on thin ice in the Bo family; with a broken arm, she’ll be even more cautious and under more pressure. So, Grandmother, let it go. Let’s listen to Nanyan.”

Old Lady Bo would not listen to persuasion and gave a forceful command: “Bo Mi, I said bring her back.”

Bo Mi: “…”

Bo Yu: “…”

Bo Yu thought of herself and her lack of freedom. All these years of being forbidden from going out at night was also decided solely by Grandmother.

Grandmother usually looked kind and gentle, but she was actually the most powerful person in the house. Everyone had to listen to her.

In the afternoon, Nanyan returned. Bo Yu came out to take a look, said a couple of words, and then returned to her room immediately without even making eye contact with Nanyan.

There was a knot in her heart; it was difficult for Bo Yu to act as she did before.

There were many people in the living room. Nanyan couldn’t move her waist and her right hand was in a sling, so she didn’t notice Bo Yu’s abnormality.

That night, Bo Yu burned a sincere apology letter for Xie Yinwan, hoping with earnest words that they could meet again.

Only after burning it did she remember she had only taught Xie Yinwan to read for a couple of days. Xie Yinwan would likely find it hard to piece sentences together and wouldn’t understand it.

And that was assuming Xie Yinwan would even open the letter.

The greater possibility was that Xie Yinwan wouldn’t read her letter at all.

After burning the letter, Bo Yu turned on the TV to play Journey to the West while waiting for Xie Yinwan. She waited until midnight, but Xie Yinwan never came.

There was no subtle change in temperature in the room, no sound of wind, and no subtle fluctuation in the magnetic field.

Bo Yu held Xiexie and taught the doll how to read, stroke by stroke, word by word: I am sorry. I was wrong. Please come back.

After teaching those twelve characters, Bo Yu looked down into Xiexie’s eyes.

Xiexie’s large, round eyes were the same as usual, yet they also seemed different, looking at her with an innocent and bewildered gaze.

Xie Yinwan, are you inside Xiexie’s body?

Did you hear my request?

If you didn’t, let me teach you one more time.

Bo Yu taught her over and over again.

As she taught, Bo Yu’s nose began to sting again. She sniffed and, with reddened eyes, pulled back the curtains to look up at the night sky.

It was the 14th day of the 8th lunar month; the moon had grown a bit rounder.

But she felt as if she had lost something very important and special—a part of herself. Even the night and the moon had stopped being beautiful.

With a tiny shred of hope, Bo Yu set up the camera again before falling into an uneasy sleep.

On the sewing machine table, Xiexie—wearing her one-piece pajamas—stood up angrily. Just like the night before, she turned back to carefully memorize her position and then walked toward Bo Yu.

She stood on Bo Yu’s pillow with her hands on her hips and stomped twice on Bo Yu’s hair.

The stomping was truly painless.

Perhaps stepping on Bo Yu’s hand would make her feel uncomfortable?

Unwilling to step on her hand, she settled for her hair.

Xiexie lay down huffily. She didn’t crawl under the covers and climb onto Bo Yu’s body like she used to. She turned over with a cold, fierce face, lying with her back to Bo Yu.

After lying there for a few seconds, Xiexie remembered something. She looked up at the table. Bo Yu had forgotten to tidy the desk before sleeping. Xie Yinwan waved her hand, straightening the pen and paper that Bo Yu had left crooked.

She flew up to look around and saw that Bo Yu’s shoes by the bed weren’t aligned, so she went over and straightened them.

She flew into the bathroom. It was clean and tidy; Bo Yu always wiped everything dry after her shower—not just the floor, but the walls too.

Flying back to the bed, Xiexie saw that Bo Yu’s blanket wasn’t tucked in properly, so she tucked the corners in for her.

Finally, she went back to lying with her back to Bo Yu.

She was angry. She was very angry. She was almost dying of anger because of Bo Yu!

But Bo Yu was a little “crybaby”—it was quite pitiable seeing her cry like that last night, begging her to come back.

And Bo Yu didn’t even have a mother anymore. She would reluctantly come back, then.

Thinking of this, Xiexie turned around and used her small, chubby hand to gently touch Bo Yu’s face.

After soothing her quietly for a moment, Xiexie withdrew her hand and went back to lying with her back to Bo Yu.

Besides, if she really left, wouldn’t that Nanyan be even more unscrupulous in doing something to Bo Yu?

Thinking of this, Xiexie flew back to the sewing machine table in a huff, found the exact spot, and lay back down. She wouldn’t even sleep near Bo Yu anymore; the “separation” continued.

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