The Abused Novel Heroine Became a Clingy Sweetheart [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 69

The dazzling light grew brighter and brighter, and the Deity raised one hand forward.

His entire figure was enveloped in a ball of light, making him indistinct.

Only His ancient, emotionless eyes could be vaguely glimpsed, radiating a brilliant, golden color.

The Deity stared directly at You Ting, pressing His palm downward, as if to crush a defenseless ant.

But His fingertip paused just before it could touch You Ting.

A chime suddenly sounded from an unknown place, a sound that was not very loud.

It was light and airy, yet clear and pleasant.

As the chime rang out, the Deity’s expression subtly changed.

He couldn’t help but look up, peering through the mental space.

Above was a hazy firmament, representing His will, and the golden eye, which should have remained open, was slowly closing its lid.

“Sister Ting, Sister Ting, what’s wrong? Wake up quickly!”

A girl’s soft, gentle voice, carried by the wind, was blown into this space of confrontation.

The speed at which the golden eye closed was visibly accelerating.

You Ting couldn’t see the Deity’s presence, but she sensed His hesitation.

She asked, “Still don’t want to leave? Any later, and your will is probably going to be revoked.”

It was the first time the Deity felt what it was like for something to be beyond His control.

He looked at You Ting again.

“My child, you are walking a path of no return.”

You Ting merely said, “I’m happy to.”

After another moment of silent “staring,” the Deity finally withdrew His hand.

He didn’t spare You Ting another glance; the ball of light dispersed, and His figure dissolved into vanishing motes of dust.

When all the dust settled, the invisible, oppressive force finally completely withdrew from You Ting’s mental space.

You Ting slowly rotated her eyeballs, her long lashes gently fluttering, and she opened her eyes once more.

Only an empty expanse remained before her, with faint specks of white light falling on the ground, perhaps the remnants left behind by the Deity.

She did not look further, but instead tried to find an exit to leave the mental space.

Jizhou’s calls sounded very frantic; she was likely badly frightened outside.

You Ting focused her mind, broke through the darkness, and walked resolutely towards a certain direction.

In the room.

Jizhou was carefully wiping the thin sweat from You Ting’s face. Her movements were very light; only the small bell on the red string tied to her wrist would occasionally make a faint, crisp sound.

You Ting had given this to Jizhou before she fell unconscious, instructing her to wear the bracelet and call her name by her side if she saw that You Ting’s condition was not right.

After being brought to the survivor base, thanks to Ji Man, Jizhou and You Ting were allocated a nice room.

Three meals a day were delivered to them by a dedicated person.

However, You Ting had not woken up.

Jizhou stayed by her side to watch over her.

She woke up this morning, rubbed her eyes, and instinctively went to check on You Ting.

The sight, however, gave her a terrible fright.

You Ting still had her eyes tightly closed, but her complexion had become extremely pale.

Sweat kept rolling down her forehead, dampening the pillow.

Her brow was tightly furrowed, and her body involuntarily curled up slightly, as if enduring unimaginable torment.

Jizhou remembered You Ting’s instructions, quickly found the stored bracelet and put it on, calling her name while wiping her sweat.

“Sister Ting? Sister Ting?”

“Why haven’t you woken up yet,” Jizhou muttered softly, her heart panicking, “What should I do?”

You Ting’s breathing gradually weakened.

Jizhou’s hands were trembling.

…Sister Ting, don’t, don’t…

She dared not think any further.

In this chaotic world, Jizhou had seen many people die in front of her.

She originally thought she had grown numb to it, but it turned out she hadn’t.

If she could, she felt she would rather use her own life to exchange for You Ting’s longevity.

Her eyes unknowingly filled with moist tears. She gazed at the sleeping face of the person before her, calling out softly, “Sister Ting, you absolutely must not be in trouble.”

Jizhou didn’t know what she could do, so she just held You Ting’s hand, trying hard to transfer the warmth from her body to the woman.

She lowered her long lashes in frustration, thinking, she really was useless.

If it were Brother Jiaheng by Sister Ting’s side right now, as a doctor and an ability user, he would definitely be able to heal You Ting.

Unlike her, who could only sit by anxiously, doing nothing at all.

“…If it were Shen Jiaheng, I might die even faster.”

A slightly hoarse female voice suddenly sounded by her ear.

Jizhou froze, then lifted her head in surprise: “Sister Ting?”

Her raised gaze met the woman’s newly opened, ink-black eyes.

Perhaps due to being asleep for too long, You Ting gently frowned, still slightly unaccustomed to the sudden light.

Her gaze swept around the surroundings, then slowly retracted.

It was a very unfamiliar room, not very large, but the furniture was complete and clean.

The air even seemed to carry a sweet, peaceful atmosphere. Without a doubt, a place like this should be the survivor base.

Her eyes turned, and she saw Jizhou by the bed, momentarily stunned.

“Why are you crying?”

Jizhou still had a streak of tears hanging from the corner of her eye, her damp, red eyes wide open, staring intently at You Ting.

The young girl said blankly, “Am I still dreaming?”

You Ting was amused by her reaction.

She lowered her head and saw that her hand was being held by Jizhou.

So she took the opportunity to use a little force and pulled the girl closer to her.

“Then take a good look at me now,” You Ting said, “To see if I’m your hallucination.”

The distance was suddenly closed, and the woman’s beautiful, clear eyes came into view. When their gazes met, it was as if something crashed violently into Jizhou’s heart.

It caused her heartbeat to suddenly accelerate.

Only then did she react, blooming into a genuine smile: “Sister Ting is awake! That’s wonderful!”

Noticing that the woman’s voice was a bit hoarse, perhaps from sleeping too long without drinking water.

Jizhou tried to straighten up, “I’ll go pour you a glass of water.”

But she couldn’t leave.

Because You Ting had not let go of her hand.

The hands, which were clasped to provide warmth to the unconscious You Ting, now felt suddenly hot against the skin when she was awake.

Jizhou instinctively wanted to pull away, but the other person gripped her tighter.

You Ting said in a low voice, “What are you running away for?”

Jizhou lowered her head and explained softly, “I’m not running away, I just wanted to pour Sister Ting some water.”

“No need.”

Jizhou responded with an “Oh,” then asked, “Then what does Sister Ting want? I’ll get it.”

You Ting sat up halfway on the bed and beckoned to her.

Jizhou only hesitated for a moment before leaning down, inclining her body toward You Ting.

She looked docile and devoted, waiting for You Ting’s instructions.

But she heard no words from the woman. Instead, she felt another hand suddenly wrap around her waist.

With a pull, she was brought into a soft embrace.

You Ting rested her head against Jizhou’s shoulder and let out a soft sigh.

She was like a weary traveler who had finally found a moment of respite in a safe harbor.

Her voice was low, sounding softly near Jizhou’s ear: “Right now, I just want to hold you.”

The surroundings were very quiet, with only this sentence seeming to linger.

Jizhou instantly forgot how to move, and even her breathing became involuntarily lighter.

Thinking about it, she and You Ting had embraced before.

The last time, just before You Ting was about to faint, she had given her a comforting hug.

It was fleeting, like a gentle wisp of wind.

Unlike now, Jizhou could genuinely feel the other person’s warmth slowly enveloping her.

The woman’s light breathing fell on the skin near her ear, the slightly warm air brushing past her earlobe.

Their other hands remained clasped, and at this moment, they were incredibly close to each other.

Jizhou went from initial stunned immobility to quickly getting used to and enjoying the warm embrace.

It seemed… no one had ever hugged her like this before.

The feeling of reliance, the peaceful atmosphere, brought with it an incomparable sense of security.

After a long while, Jizhou finally spoke, breaking the silence.

“Sister Ting, do you still feel uncomfortable anywhere?”

You Ting shook her head, “I’m fine.”

“But you looked just now,” Jizhou’s tone couldn’t hide her worry, “very scary.”

You Ting released her and raised a hand to stroke the top of the young girl’s head.

“You cried because of that?”

She smiled, “Jizhou, I’ve told you, you need to be a little stronger.”

Jizhou lowered her lashes and softly mumbled, “I was truly scared just now.”

“I was afraid Sister Ting would die, and I could only watch you die, unable to do anything.”

Never had she felt such hatred for her own weakness and incompetence.

You Ting gazed at Jizhou, and said seriously, “Just being by my side has already helped me a lot.”

“Jizhou, you are much better than you imagine.”

She smiled, “Just like you were murmuring earlier, if the person by my side had been Shen Jiaheng, I might never have woken up.”

“But the person accompanying me was you. I was walking alone in the long, vast darkness until I heard your voice.”

You Ting raised her hand, hooking Jizhou’s chin up, making her meet her gaze.

Her dark eyes reflected the image of the girl opposite her.

You Ting curved the corner of her eyes: “Jizhou, it’s because of you that I was able to wake up.”

“No one else could do it. Only you.”

The clear words fell into Jizhou’s ears, turning into soft, gentle music that circulated freely in her heart.

Probably for a long time, she would not forget this embrace, or these words.

Nor would she forget the person in front of her.

Jizhou unconsciously curved her lips as well, and whispered, “Thank you, Sister Ting.”

You Ting said, “If you feel you are too weak, how about I teach you how to become stronger?”

This time, Jizhou didn’t hesitate to ask if she could, but nodded firmly instead.

Her pure, flawless, glass-like eyes looked at You Ting as if sprinkled with starlight.

Jizhou agreed: “Okay.”

She believed in You Ting.

Always believed.

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