bookcurios Chapter 279 Forget Me
Chapter 279 Forget Me
Qinghan remained silent, simply sitting there quietly, calmly watching him.
Under the bright, clear moonlight, Fugui'er's expression was clearly visible.
It was a guilt and pain that almost overwhelmed a person.
He raised his hand, wiped his face vigorously, and then looked at "Qinghan" with a determined look in his eyes.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said, his voice hoarse but resolute. “I just wanted to tell you that I will take care of Hui. Don’t worry, once I’ve dealt with him, you’ll be safe!”
彗。
Ao Shuang's heart sank, and she secretly memorized the name.
She raised her head and glanced at Fugui'er.
That glance seemed to give Fugui'er the courage to continue speaking.
"I know you don't want to see me or talk to me right now," Fu Gui'er said with a bitter smile. "I don't blame you, really. It's my own fault."
He paused, his voice lowering, "What can I possibly do to make you forgive me...?"
The once arrogant and noble man has now humbled himself to the lowest point.
Then he shook his head and laughed self-deprecatingly, "How could I possibly ask for your forgiveness..."
Silence fell once again in the cave.
The only sounds were the wind blowing through the cave entrance and Fugui'er's suppressed breathing.
Ao Shuang looked at him, at this man who was once full of vigor but was now haggard.
He suddenly understood something.
Why did Fugui'er turn out like this?
Why did he say those farewell words?
He was truly prepared to die, to exchange his life for Qinghan's freedom.
This realization made Aoshuang feel a tightness in her chest.
Does he hate Fugui'er?
hatred.
She hated him for hiding Qinghan's whereabouts for so many years, and she hated him for making Qinghan suffer.
But looking at the person in front of her, at his eyes filled with pain and determination, Ao Shuang couldn't bring herself to hate him.
This person is atoning for his sins in his own way.
"Qinghan" was silent for a while, then reached out and took out a small bottle from her bosom.
She handed the bottle to Fugui'er.
Under the moonlight, the small, transparent bottle shimmered, and the liquid inside was crystal clear.
Fu Gui'er was stunned for a moment, looking at the bottle in her hand and then at her face.
Qinghan didn't speak, but simply pushed the cup forward again, gesturing for him to drink it.
Fu Gui stared at the bottle for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed.
The smile was bitter, yet it carried a sense of relief.
"it is good."
Without hesitation, he took the bottle, uncorked it, tilted his head back, and drank it down in one gulp.
The liquid slid down my throat; it didn't have any particular taste, just a slight coolness.
He drank it down without even asking any questions.
After finishing his drink, he returned the empty bottle to Qinghan, looking at her tenderly.
Qinghan took the bottle, held it in her hand, then stood up and turned to leave.
"and many more!"
Fu Gui'er hurriedly called out to her, his voice tinged with panic.
Qinghan paused, but did not turn around.
"Where are you going?" Fugui asked, his voice trembling. "It's dangerous outside. Hui's men might still be looking for you. You stay here until I take care of him, then you can..."
Qinghan shook her head.
She turned around, looked at Fugui'er, and her lips moved.
This was the first time "she" had spoken tonight.
The voice was low and soft, with a cool and clear quality unique to Qinghan.
"forget me, please."
Four words.
After saying that, she didn't linger. She turned around, strode out of the cave, and disappeared into the night.
Inside the cave, Fugui stood frozen in place.
He stared blankly at the cave entrance, in the direction where "Qinghan" had disappeared, as if his soul had been ripped out.
After a long while, he slowly slid down to sit on the ground, leaning against the wall.
He lowered his head, covered his face with his hands, and his shoulders began to tremble.
Suppressed sobs leaked from between her fingers, low and painful.
"I've forgotten you..."
He murmured those three words repeatedly, his voice choked with emotion.
"How could I forget..."
He recalled the first time he met Qinghan. She stood in the snow-covered landscape of the glacier river, her long hair flying in the wind, her eyes as cold and clear as the snow on the mountaintop.
He remembered her smile; although she rarely smiled, every time she did, her eyes would curve slightly, as beautiful as crescent moons.
He remembered the day she agreed to be with him; it was snowing lightly, and she held his hand, saying, "Okay."
He recalled the days they spent together, short but beautiful like a dream.
But then, the nightmare began.
A comet appeared.
That treacherous and cunning fellow used every means to force Qinghan into imprisoning her.
"As long as you work for me, I will guarantee her safety."
That's what Hui said, with that nauseating smile on his face.
Fugui'er compromised.
He compromised so that Qinghan could live.
Over the years, he secretly did many shady things for Hui, but at the same time, he was also secretly looking for a way to save Qinghan.
But Hui was too cunning. Qinghan was imprisoned in an extremely secluded place, and he never found a suitable opportunity.
Until recently, Comet's demands have become increasingly excessive, even beginning to threaten the safety of the entire Beast World.
Fugui knew that they couldn't delay any longer.
Therefore, he made his final plans.
He gave his own life to exchange for Qinghan's freedom.
Even if Qinghan will never forgive him, even if she will hate him for the rest of her life.
At least, she's alive.
This is enough.
But now...
Qinghan escaped.
She is still alive and free.
This should have been incredibly joyous news.
But why does his heart ache so much?
Because of that phrase, "Forget me."
Because the way she looked at him was as calm as if she were looking at a stranger.
Because she no longer even wanted to hate him.
Fu Gui'er raised his head, his face covered in tears.
He looked at the cave entrance, at the pitch-black night outside, and smiled bitterly.
"That's fine..." he said softly, "Forget about me, and live a good life."
He remembered the bottle he had just drunk.
I don't know what it is; maybe it's poison.
Qinghan hated him so much that she wanted him dead; this was his own fault.
"I hope the poison will take effect after I fulfill my wish," he murmured to himself, his voice filled with a devout prayer.
"Let me take care of Comet first, and then... then whatever happens, happens..."
He leaned against the stone wall and slowly stood up.
He wiped away his tears, and his eyes regained their resolve.
There's one last thing to do.
After doing this, he had no regrets.
On the other side of the desert, Aoshuang is traveling at full speed.
After leaving the cave, he immediately found a secluded place and deactivated the transformation spell.
His body has returned to its original state, with silver hair, gray eyes, and a tall stature.
A long-lost sense of power surged through his body, and he quickly transformed into a snow sculpture.
He had to get back to Mutian City as soon as possible to tell Xiao Chu and the others this important news.
It is the comet that imprisons Qinghan.
Moreover, Fugui'er planned to kill him.