The Mad Beauty and the Sick Young Lady [Transmigration Novel] - Chapter 42

Now that Jiang Zhuoye had shown her sincerity, Su Li thought for a while and decided to reveal a certain secret in return.

Jiang Zhuoye was a little flustered. She had previously had a PTSD episode at the fire scene, and now with this sudden good fortune, she had become childish, seemingly forgetting all adult rules.

She paced around the kitchen, cutting a beautifully arranged fruit platter, placing it by Su Li’s hand, and then meticulously sprinkled it with icing sugar and added toothpicks.

She then went to the study and brought out the porcelain bowl Su Li had previously glued back together, placing it where Su Li could see it.

She turned on the stereo, playing a delicate and lingering old song, making the atmosphere in the room very romantic. Finally, having nothing left to do, she sat on the edge of the sofa, not daring to get close to Su Li. The corners of her eyes lifted, and her smile was bright yet restrained, like a beautiful fox carefully probing.

Su Li beckoned:

“I also have a secret. As a return for your honesty with me, I will tell you this secret.”

Jiang Zhuoye’s slender back immediately straightened. She sat upright:

“Tell me.”

Su Li:

“I have a bucket list, containing things I want to do before I die. I hope you can accompany me to do these things in the future, can you?”

Jiang Zhuoye was initially puzzled, but soon sadness washed over her eyes:

“You will certainly live a long life, we don’t need to rush this list…”

Su Li interrupted her with a calm expression:

“No, it’s urgent. I must complete the most important ones within one year and three months.”

Jiang Zhuoye was stunned. Her eyes welled up with tears, watching Su Li all over, as if to use her gaze to dig out the fragile parts of her body.

Being watched with such a gaze, a surge of sadness suddenly welled up in Su Li’s heart.

She didn’t have much time left… She had accepted this fact herself a long time ago, but now, after that fire, she found that she instinctively still had a strong will to live.

When Jiang Zhuoye broke down the door and rushed in to save her, Su Li’s only thought was, what a pity.

Life was so precious, but she could only live for another fifteen months. Jiang Zhuoye risked her life to rescue her this time, but soon she would have to leave again… The world was unfair to her and to Jiang Zhuoye.

With little time left, it shouldn’t be spent on anger or rejecting people, especially this person, who was willing to risk her life for her.

Su Li actively re-accepted Jiang Zhuoye. She didn’t want to leave too many regrets. A very important item on her bucket list was to make a true confidant.

Another item was… to have a loving soulmate and experience a passionate love affair.

Su Li decided to put that item aside. Perhaps it would become her greatest regret. She didn’t have much time left and shouldn’t fall in love with anyone that would be a moral issue.

She scrutinized Jiang Zhuoye. After all this time, she could finally examine the contours of the other’s face, her eyebrows, eyes, and lips, using her gaze to deeply trace the other’s beautiful face.

Then she etched it into her heart, burying the rest of her emotions.

And burying Jiang Zhuoye’s tears.

“Impossible… The doctor must be wrong. Do you have the test results? I’ll find a better doctor to look at them… Impossible, how could this be… I don’t believe it!”

After the shock, large tears rolled down Jiang Zhuoye’s face.

She had been sitting on the sofa, but now she anxiously stood up, approached Su Li, and reached out to take Su Li’s hands.

She cupped both of Su Li’s hands, enclosing them, palms together.

Cold tears heavily splattered onto the back of Su Li’s hands. Jiang Zhuoye cried incoherently, choking out, word by word:

“I will, will accompany you, no matter for how long, no matter what you want to do… Don’t worry, from now on you are my, my first priority. Find me anytime, I, I will always be here… Sob, you just returned to me, how could this be… We’ll go abroad to find a doctor, I’ll find someone right now…”

Jiang Zhuoye started to walk away, but Su Li grabbed her arm instead.

Jiang Zhuoye looked up at her.

Su Li’s skin was pale, her eyebrows and hair were lighter in color, but her eyes were jet black. Her pale lips parted, and her gentle voice was so pleasant that it broke Jiang Zhuoye’s heart.

“No need… This is fate, just like your soul traveling to another world, I also have… a similar strange encounter. So I understand you, and you… please understand me, and help me peacefully spend my last days, okay?”

Jiang Zhuoye was crying so hard she couldn’t stand steadily. She was a head taller than Su Li, but now she had to hold onto Su Li’s shoulders to keep herself from falling, her body constantly shaking, her tears soaking Su Li’s shoulder blade.

“No… I don’t want this… This can’t happen, then what is the point of my life…”

Jiang Zhuoye intermittently spoke these words, each one like glass, piercing Su Li’s heart.

Su Li could only awkwardly embrace Jiang Zhuoye, patting her back, coaxing her like comforting a child until she slowly calmed down.

For the rest of the day, the two of them stayed at Jiang Zhuoye’s house, holding hands and continuously talking.

As if they wanted to say everything they had ever wanted to say in this lifetime, not only did Jiang Zhuoye confess everything, but Su Li also shared many stories from her childhood.

During the narration, Su Li slowly realized that she once had such interesting past events, only to have forgotten them all as she got older.

Jiang Zhuoye also discovered that as long as they were properly spoken aloud, those painful and tragic scenes were not so agonizing, and wounds could be healed by the earnest listening of the other person.

They spoke until they had exhausted all their memories, and the night was already deep outside the window.

Jiang Zhuoye held Su Li’s hand and led her to the guest room to rest. Su Li voluntarily called her home, explaining the situation and telling them not to worry.

The two were like long-lost confidantes, feeling that every minute and second was precious, not wanting to waste a single moment, only wishing to spend it together.

So, when Su Li came out after her shower, she saw Jiang Zhuoye, who had already showered in the other bathroom, sitting on the guest room bed, wearing a pure white French lace nightgown, waiting for her to return.

This felt a little strange, but on second thought, wasn’t this the scene of a girls’ night talk? There was nothing odd about it.

Su Li had even considered taking a set of French lace nightgown photos with a girlfriend.

She herself was wearing Jiang Zhuoye’s silk pajamas. The cool, smooth satin clung to her skin as she walked, which felt very comfortable.

Su Li was drying her hair with a dry towel and walked to the bedside. Jiang Zhuoye proactively leaned over:

“I’ll help you.”

Su Li didn’t refuse, relaxing her body and sitting on the edge of the bed, allowing Jiang Zhuoye to kneel on the bed, gently and meticulously drying her hair with the towel.

Water was dripping from the ends of her hair. Su Li saw it and reached out to catch it, just as her hand brushed against Jiang Zhuoye’s. Both of them trembled as if electrocuted, and both instinctively retracted their hands first.

The room was very quiet. Su Li didn’t mention getting a hairdryer, and Jiang Zhuoye didn’t bring it up either.

Jiang Zhuoye’s two long legs were casually placed on the pure white sheet. Her body was leaning forward, her breath sprayed onto the back of Su Li’s head, and her body heat slowly enveloped Su Li’s back.

Those slender, smooth hands held the towel, slowly and meticulously wiping her hair, strand by strand, like a poem or a painting.

Su Li felt a patch of fine goosebumps on the back of her neck, not sure if it was automatically generated because it was touched by the other’s breath.

She tilted her head back slightly, making it easier for the other person to dry the hair on her forehead.

With this movement, she happened to look up and met Jiang Zhuoye’s deeply affectionate eyes.

Su Li froze. Jiang Zhuoye’s hand movements also stopped. The two, one high and one low, one looking down and one looking up, their eyes filled with the other’s face and the subtle, complex emotions.

At this moment, something clearly emerged between their eyes meeting.

Su Li felt her body warming up and then suddenly realized that she seemed to be emitting some pheromones.

She smelled the scent of grass in her nose, the familiar warm scent of Jiang Zhuoye’s pheromones.

Su Li subconsciously swallowed, her throat tightened. She started to wonder if O types also reacted to O type pheromones, otherwise why would she have this feeling of tightening everywhere, her muscles out of control, her own pheromones out of control, and a continuous warm sensation in her lower abdomen? This was too strange.

She mumbled something, not even knowing what she had said, and lowered her head, shifting her gaze to the side.

Jiang Zhuoye, however, unexpectedly lowered her head and planted a kiss on Su Li’s clean forehead.

A solid one!

Su Li even heard a “pop” sound!

Her cheeks quickly turned crimson. She felt a dense tingle in the spot where she was kissed on her forehead, as if countless tiny needles were pricking her.

“What are you doing…”

Su Li complained, but didn’t move, and even secretly glanced at the other person.

Jiang Zhuoye was also in a daze, seemingly unable to believe what she had just done, her eyes as gentle as water, spreading throughout the entire room.

Her fingers were pale, and her fingertips gently rested on Su Li’s temple. She said somewhat shyly:

“Sorry… I couldn’t help it.”

Su Li:

“…”

Should she say it’s okay?

But it clearly wasn’t okay! Would a normal person impulsively kiss their girlfriend on the forehead?

Unable to figure it out, her cheeks flushed, Su Li decided not to think about it and just lower her head and pretend to be an ostrich.

Jiang Zhuoye’s slightly hoarse voice sounded above her head again:

“In the world where I was born, we didn’t have so many genders, only men and women. Heterosexuality accounted for the majority, but there were also many male-male and female-female homosexuals in the crowd. Mapping that to this world, homosexuality would probably be AA, BB, or OO.”

Su Li:

“…”

She wanted to find a hole in the ground and bury herself in it now. Just pretend to be an ostrich; anything to escape the current awkwardness.

“Homosexuality… is the same as heterosexuality, it’s all love.”

Jiang Zhuoye’s voice was extremely soft, but her articulation was very clear. Su Li couldn’t pretend not to hear it at all.

She felt like she should say something. After a long time of deliberation, she mustered up the courage and was about to speak, when she heard Jiang Zhuoye say:

“It’s dry now. You should go to bed early.”