Chapter 98 - 091 A Decade Ago, A Decade Later (Seeking First Subscription)_4
"You... are you okay?"
"Can’t die." The boy’s hoarse voice came muffled.
Yun Ya looked up, and with the help of the faint moonlight, she could make out that it was a pit about two meters in diameter and about two Zhang deep, with bare walls, making it difficult to climb out. The bottom was piled with powdered lime, and Pei Qinghan was now lying on the lime.
Suddenly, Pei Qinghan spoke, "My eyes..."
It turned out that when he had fallen, the powdered lime had accidentally blown into his eyes, and since Yun Ya was protected in his arms, she naturally did not suffer from the lime’s torment, which caused him to be unable to open his eyes for the time being.
Yun Ya knelt beside him, her small hand on his eyes, "Don’t open your eyes yet, and don’t rub them with your hands, otherwise your eyes will get burned. Someone will find us soon, I’ll have them take you to the hospital, your eyes definitely won’t be harmed."
That small hand was cold and softened, instantly cooling his feverishly burning eyes considerably.
Pei Qinghan gave a light "Mm," and became quiet.
Yun Ya had guessed that Yun Shu would create chaos at the banquet and then take the opportunity to eliminate her, but she hadn’t anticipated Ruyue’s sudden intervention, taking her hostaget which, for Yun Shu, was an unexpected delight, simply deciding to go all out and hired an assassin.
Heh... Yun Shu really thought highly of her.
Luckily, she had the foresight to have Uncle Qin’s men secretly follow her, trusting that Uncle Qin’s men would find her quickly.
"I’m really sorry about what happened today." In the silence, Pei Qinghan spoke up.
Yun Ya was somewhat surprised, because in her memory, Pei Qinghan was never one to easily say sorry. Was her memory wrong, or had she never truly seen through him?
"I should be thanking you for saving me. This makes us even," Yun Ya said with a smile, intending to withdraw her hand, but Pei Qinghan caught her retreating hand.
"Don’t... Your hand on my eyes, it’s comforting, don’t take it away."
Yun Ya had no choice but to place her hand again on his eyes.
"Why is that person trying to kill you?" Pei Qinghan asked, trying to make conversation.
Yun Ya pursed her lips, raising her gaze to the night sky, where the moon was obscured by thin clouds, plunging the land instantly into darkness.
"In this world, there are not so many whys."
Pei Qinghan paused for a moment, then curiously asked, "How old are you?"
Yun Ya remained silent.
Pei Qinghan didn’t pursue the question, instead he said to himself, "How can a young girl like you say such desolate things? It makes me feel like you’ve been through a lot."
After a pause, he said softly, "It makes me feel sorry for you."
Yun Ya suddenly laughed.
He had said the exact same thing in her previous life.
At that time, Aunt Die had just died, she had just gotten into a car accident trying to save Miaomiao, and he had rescued her. After lying in a coma for a year and waking up, she had chosen to have selective amnesia. But how could she forget? Her grandfather’s vengeance, her mother’s vengeance, Aunt Die’s vengeance—if even she forgot, who else would remember?
When she made the decision to step back onto the land of Jiangzhou, when she decided to seek revenge with her own strength, he had gently held her.
"Seeing you like this makes me feel sorry for you."
That youth, clear as the moon, should have been free and easy, but for her sake, he was willing to descend into Hell.
Starting anew, fate once again bound them together.
You should have your own life, don’t waste your youth on me again, to repay the kindness you owed me in our past life.
Yun Ya did not speak again, her eyes fixed on the sky.
"What is your name?" After a long while, his refined voice broke the silence.
"Where do you think the soul goes after someone dies?" Yun Ya suddenly asked.
Pei Qinghan was taken aback and then chuckled, "You’re just a kid, why are you thinking about such profound things? I really want to pry open your head to see what you’re made of."
"When people die, there is nothing left," the girl’s voice still carried the softness of a child, yet it was eerily calm, as if spoken by a wise old person who had seen the world, and it made him inexplicably feel sorry for her.
"So you see, we must cherish every single minute we are alive, avenge grudges, and most importantly, not miss out on the good things in life."
Pei Qinghan thought, she must have been smiling as she said that.
As he thought, he could no longer resist his exhaustion and slowly closed his eyes.
His fingers touched something, and he gently grasped it in his palm, it seemed to be the butterfly hair clip from the girl’s hair...
He had a dream, where a colourful butterfly settled on chestnut-colored hair, fluttering its wings, and then flew away. He chased after it, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t catch up.