Fallen At A Glance Chapter 37

That’s… quite good

Yun Suiran felt as if a swarm of buzzing bees had gotten into his ears, or that someone had shoved a handful of thorny thorns into his ears, causing pain in his brain.

“The sect’s young lady… is both talented and beautiful…” These words were spinning in his mind, each one like a heavy hammer hitting his heart that had just barely managed to maintain balance.

He still had that careless smile on his face, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth didn’t even change, but the smile never reached his eyes, and instead seemed like a mask frozen on his face.

He could even raise his hand freely, put the wine bottle to his mouth and took another sip – unfortunately it was empty, but he didn’t seem to notice, still raising his head, as if this could conceal the uncontrollable rolling of his Adam’s apple and the flash of panic in his eyes.

“Really?” He heard his own voice, light and airy, as if coming from a far away place, with a bit of deliberate insouciance, but also with a strong dryness, “That’s… pretty good.”

As soon as the words “pretty good” came out of his mouth, he felt as if a jar of jealousy had been overturned, and his stomach twitched with sourness.He suddenly remembered that he had been hiding in the corner like a fool these past few days, watching those people being attentive to Lian Mu, and the gentle look that occasionally appeared on Lian Mu’s cold face.

A few days ago, he was still trying to persuade himself in his mind to be generous, to keep his promises, and not to let Lian Mu be like him. Lian Mu wanted to be loved by everyone.

But what about now?The word “engagement” was like a bucket of ice water being poured down on his head, draining all his reason and pretense.

He didn’t dare to look into Chiyan’s eyes, for fear that the other party would see the chaos in his heart at the moment. He frantically tried to find something to cover up, and hurriedly touched the jade exquisite on his chest, but his fingertips felt cold.

Yu Linglong, when he woke up this morning, Lian Mu took it away, saying that he wanted to upgrade it and add a protective barrier.

Yun Sui Sui thought of the flute that Lian Mu had given him again. For a moment, Yun Sui Sui had a ridiculous thought: If he played “Qing Xin Yin” by himself, could it dissipate the sourness and panic in his heart these past few days?

But he was also afraid, afraid that the sound of the flute would reveal his inner thoughts, and that the trembling notes would betray his current embarrassment.

He could only hold the wine bottle tightly, his knuckles turning white, as if it was the only piece of driftwood he could hold on to in this sudden storm.The area around his heart was empty, as if someone had dug out a piece of it. It was sore and painful, so painful that he could hardly breathe.

He wanted to ask, wanted to rush to ask Lian Mu if it was true, if he really wanted to marry that young lady he had never met.

But he opened his mouth, but in the end he just smiled a smile that was uglier than crying, and murmured: “It’s good…it’s really good.”

The voice was as light as a sigh, but also as if he was persuading himself.But only he knew that behind the words “It’s good” there was a lot of unspeakable sadness and panic.

The night is like ink, too thick to dissolve

Yun Suiyi left the Hanying Sect quietly in the afternoon and sat alone on an unknown mountain top. Beside him were several empty wine jars lying in various directions. The cold moonlight shone on him through the mottled leaves, breaking into pale spots.

He was still holding a half-full wine jug in his hand, and his fingertips were greenish-white due to excessive exertion. The wine in the jug shone with amber light under the moonlight as he trembled imperceptibly, but it was still not brought into his mouth.

The sourness and panic accumulated in the past few days turned into a fire in his heart, burning his internal organs with a dull pain. He thought he could endure it, pretend to be generous, and watch Lian Mu move towards a better person.

But Chiyan’s words were like a thorn, piercing deeply into his heart, unable to be pulled out or swallowed.

“Both talented and beautiful…gentle and virtuous…” He murmured these words in a low voice. Each word was like a poisoned needle, pricking his heart with blood and blood. He raised his head suddenly and drank the strong wine in the pot.

The spicy liquid rolled down his throat and burned all the way to his stomach, but it did not warm his already cold heart at all. Instead, it provoked a violent cough in him. It was like a ball of water-soaked cotton was stuffed in his chest, making him unable to breathe.

He remembered that when those people surrounded Lian Mu these days, although Lian Mu did not show his face, he never treated them coldly;

He remembered that he was hiding in the corner like a ghost, watching those envious and adoring eyes falling on Lian Mu, but he could not step forward to chase them away. It was a feeling of powerlessness that penetrated deep into his bones. It was even more suffocating than when he knew that his mother asked him to “kill his father with his body”.

“Ha…” He laughed self-deprecatingly, and his laughter seemed particularly sad in the silent valley.

Yun Sui Sui, Yun Sui Sui, you also have today.

Maybe his mother was right, he was just not as lovable as Yun Zhao, he was just like that beast father, so he would always walk the world in darkness alone.

Feeling in the dark, stumbling, pretending to be strong.

The more he thought about it, the more painful it became. Yun Suiran urgently needed to do something, so he took out the jade flute from his waist and stroked the lines on the flute’s body with trembling fingertips. The warm white jade flute seemed to have its own consciousness in his hand, and the cold touch pierced his heart along his fingertips.

He originally wanted to play the song “Qing Xin Yin” to calm himself down, but what he played was intermittent mournful whistling, and the flute sound was whimpering, not in tune, as if he was crying.

This voice is not as clear and melodious as in the past, but has an almost crazy sense of fragmentation, like the howl of a lone wolf in the middle of the night, or the last struggle of a dying person in the mire.

The sound of the flute suddenly rose to a high pitch, and was so sharp that it seemed to cut through the heavy night, pouring out all the sorrow and pain in his heart.

He remembered the first time he met Lian Mu outside Pingyang City, and the days and nights when Lian Mu of the Qingyun Sect accompanied him. The sweetness of the past burned in his heart like a ball of flame, hurting him wantonly.

“Woo–Woo–”

The sound of the flute suddenly turned violent, hitting the ground like a violent storm, and like a thousand arrows piercing the heart. Every sound was filled with bloody pain.

He blew so hard that his eyes turned red, filled with uncontrollable sadness and grievance.

The sound of the flute is no longer a simple sound, but a kind of catharsis and an accusation.It was asking why he was allowed to meet a good person like Lian Mu, but then he was allowed to watch the other person move towards a better person?It is wailing why he can never get love.

Finally, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly after a heart-piercing high-pitched sound.

Yun suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, splashing on the fallen leaves in front of him, which was shocking.He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, and his eyes were full of pain.

“Lian Mu…” He finally couldn’t help it and called out the name in a low voice. His voice was extremely hoarse, with a bit of drunkenness, and a bit of dependence and attachment that even he didn’t dare to admit. “What should I do with you?”

Yun Suiwan wanted to stand up, but his limbs seemed to be falling apart, and he felt like he was being pricked by countless red-hot steel needles. Every inch of his muscles resisted obeying the command.He gritted his teeth, dug his fingertips into the soil, and used the pain to push himself up from the ground.

The moment he stood up straight, the world was spinning.

My eyes suddenly went dark, countless stars were flying around in my field of vision, and the chirping of cicadas and the sound of wind in my ears were far and near, as if they were separated by a thick film of water.He subconsciously reached out to support the old locust tree next to him. His palms touched the rough bark, and he barely managed to stabilize his shaky body.

“Go back to Falling Maple Valley…”

He said to himself hoarsely, his voice as hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.

“As long as Lian Mu doesn’t tell him about this, he can pretend that he doesn’t know,” Yun Suiran thought to himself, deceiving himself. It was very late, and Lian Mu must have finished his work and returned to the room. He had to go back to sleep with Lian Mu.

He took a step forward, but his feet seemed to be stepping on cotton. He was weak and weak. His body swayed and his shoulder hit the tree heavily, causing the leaves above his head to fall.

Yun casually snorted, his eyebrows furrowed tightly, as if he was wondering why his spiritual power was gone and he couldn’t fly.

After Lian Mu finished handling the sect’s affairs, it was already dusk. He went back to his room to look for Yun Zuoyun, but the whole room was silent.

“Blazing Flame” he called Phoenix, with a hint of imperceptible anxiety on his brows, “Is Yiyi with you?

Chiyan flapped his wings and landed, with a hint of gossipy excitement in his tone: “Lian Mu, Yun Suiran didn’t come to see you this afternoon?I thought he would run to ask you as soon as he found out.”

The more Lian Mu listened, the tighter his brows furrowed, “What does Yiyi know?Ask me what?”

“You don’t know, that’s what I heard at noon today…” Chi Yan told Lian Mu.

Lian Mu knew that Yun Sui was acting abnormally these past few days, but he didn’t expect that he had closed himself off to such an extent. The ominous premonition in his heart suddenly amplified. He stopped talking and cast a spell to detect Yun Sui’s direction, and then quickly flew away.

Relying on the tracking of Yun’s random scent, Lian Mu quickly found the remote top of the mountain.However, the scene that caught his eye made his heart stop——

Yun Suiran was standing precariously on the edge of the cliff. His black clothes were fluttered by the evening breeze, and his figure was like a candle in the wind. He seemed to want to take a step, but lost his balance the moment he raised his leg, and fell forward.

“Imagination!”

Lian Mu’s pupils shrank suddenly, and even his breathing stagnated. He suddenly started using his spell, and his clothes rustled in the wind.

At the critical moment, Lian Mu landed firmly behind Yun Suiyi, his strong arms tightly wrapped around the man’s waist, took him into his arms, and hurriedly stayed away from the edge of the cliff.

Yun Suiran felt like the world was spinning, and then there was a breath of coldness like frost after snow. His whole body was trapped in a warm and solid embrace, and the tip of his nose lingered with that familiar smell that haunted him.

He opened his eyes drowsily, and what he saw was Lian Mu’s handsome face that was close at hand and filled with anxiety. The evening breeze blew over his hot cheeks, but he thought he was getting drunker and actually saw the person he longed for in his hallucination.

“Lian Mu…” He murmured, his voice as weak as an injured cat, with a sense of grievance, “My spiritual power is gone. I want to go home, but I can’t.”

Looking at the usually flamboyant person in his arms, but now so fragile that he seemed to break at the touch of a touch, Lian Mu’s heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by a big invisible hand at that moment, and the pain was so painful that he could hardly breathe.

Yun Sui’s body was as soft as a puddle of water, and it was only Lian Mu’s arms that supported him to keep him from slipping. His eyes were tightly closed, with tiny tears still hanging on his long eyelashes, and his brows were tightly knitted together. The face that always had a smile on Lian Mu’s face was now only bloodless pale and bone-deep pain.

“It hurts…it hurts…”

Intermittent murmurs escaped from his chapped lips, and every sound was like a dull knife, cutting into Lian Mu’s heart, “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…Lian Mu…I hurt…”

Lian Mu’s eyes were red, his voice was trembling violently, but he tried his best to soften his tone, as if he was afraid of disturbing the frightened little beast in his arms: “Don’t be afraid, I am here, it won’t hurt anymore, it won’t hurt soon.”

He no longer hesitated, one hand firmly supported Yun Sui’s back, the other passed through the crook of his knees, and lifted him up.

“Lian Mu…won’t leave…”

The moment he was picked up, Yun Ran struggled subconsciously, and his fingers grabbed Lian Mu’s clothes randomly, like a drowning man grabbing the only driftwood.

He pressed his hot cheek against Lian Mu’s cold neck. His tears soaked the piece of clothing and made Lian Mu stiffen from the heat.

“I won’t leave, I won’t leave.” Lian Mu turned his head and rubbed his cheek gently against Yun Sui’s messy hair. There was a hint of unnoticeable choking in his voice, “Yiyi is good, I won’t leave. Lian Mu and Yun Sui will always be together, okay?”

Holding Yun in his arms, he quickly and casually rushed towards his residence. The distance that he could usually reach within a few breaths was now extremely heavy and cautious.The person in his arms was still mumbling. Lian Mu couldn’t hear clearly what he was saying. He could only coax him in a low voice over and over again: “Be good, it won’t hurt anymore when you go back to the room… just bear with it…”

Pushing open the door, Lian Mu gently placed Yun Suiran on the couch. Just as he was about to pull away to pour some water, Yun Suihui grabbed his sleeve and refused to let go, shouting vaguely: “It hurts…I hurt…it hurts…”

Looking at the frowning eyebrows caused by pain, Lian Mu’s heart seemed to have been pierced by fine and dense needles. He stretched out his slender and cool fingers, and his movements were as light as touching the fragile glass, bit by bit, brushing away the wet hair stuck to Yun’s forehead.

The fingertips were cherished, and the fingertips covered the closed eyelids with warmth, gently rubbing the center of the eyebrows, trying to smooth the deep Sichuan lines.

“Good boy, don’t frown…” He murmured in a low voice, his voice hoarse.

Seeing that Yun Sui was still shrinking unconsciously, Lian Mu simply lay down on his side and half-hugged the person into his arms. He adjusted his posture so that Yun Sui’s head rested on the most comfortable position in his arm. His other hand slowly moved down along the messy hair, with his palm against his back, patting him patiently again and again, as if coaxing a sleeping baby to sleep.

“I’m here, it doesn’t hurt anymore…” Lian Mu lowered his head, and his warm breath fell on Yun Suiyi’s cold ear, bringing endless comfort, “Yi Yi is the best, I’m sorry… it’s my fault…” Lian Mu’s voice was hoarse and broken, “I will not marry anyone else, I will only marry Yi Yi, and I will be with Yi Yi forever, okay?””

Feeling that the person in his arms was still breathing rapidly, Lian Mu raised his free hand, and a ray of extremely soft starlight condensed on his fingertips. The light was not dazzling, but warm, and slowly poured along the back of Yun’s casual neck, sorting out his disordered breath.

After doing all this, he tightened his arms again, put his chin on the top of Yun’s casual hair, and rubbed it, his voice was so gentle that it could drip water: “Go to sleep, I will guard you here, and I won’t go anywhere.”