Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
“What happened?” An Chuxia hears a voice around sixteen minutes later, and instantly thinks it’s Nangong Zijue. But as she turns, she realizes it’s a Stein College student. Immediately, she takes a breath in relief.
The student sees Han Qilu in An Chuxia’s arms. Shocked, the student runs for help. She uses the medicine box left behind, trying to disinfect his wounds, knowing it is useless. She uncaps a bottle of water, hoping he’d drink. However, he can’t swallow at all.
Anxious, she takes the bottle of water and sips it. Then, she tries to force the liquid down his mouth using her own mouth.
“That’s so romantic… .” One student can’t help but sigh the sentiment.
“You’ve got a pig’s brain! That’s not romantic. She’s trying to save a life!”
“But it’s so touching… What happened? Young Master Qilu shouldn’t have encountered such danger.”
“I don’t know, but why hasn’t the help arrived? Should we launch another signal flare?” Another student suggests.
An Chuxia was about to launch another flare when they hear over their heads three helicopters. The helicopters are marked “Ling Special Police”.
Only one of the three helicopters is able to land. They are shocked the moment they see Han Qilu in An Chuxia’s arms. The team provides him first aid, and then, they put an oxygen mask over his face. They place him onto the stretcher before loading him into the helicopter.
Two of the rescuers stay behind to be with An Chuxia. An Chuxia wants to be with Han Qilu, but there isn’t any room in the helicopter.
As they walk down the mountain, her eyes get heavier and heavier. Finally, her line of sight blurs and everything goes black.
****
“Master Jue, I am sorry. I lost Miss An Chuxia.” Tom’s expression is mixed. He knows it’s because he’s lying to Nangong Zijue.
Zijue leisurely lounges on the seat, remaining still. A cigar elegantly lays sandwiched between his index and middle finger. White smoke rises from his mouth. His eyes don’t land on Tom.
He doesn’t talk, and Tom certainly doesn’t have the courage to speak. It is why the air is suddenly cold.
In the distant sky, red smoke rises, and one can tell it’s smoke from a flare signal. Tom guesses An Chuxia fired the flare. He looks at Nangong Zijue with a guilty conscience. Nangong Zijue looks at him with sharp eyes.
As their eyes meet, Tom kneels in front of Zijue. “I lied to you, Master Jue.”
“Tom, how long have you been with me?” Nangong Zijue doesn’t tell him to stand up, but he takes his gaze away from him.
Tom has a bad hunch, but he still bluntly replies, “I don’t know how long it has been, but I have followed you for as long as I can remember. I learned your language, and learned how to use different weapons you’ve given me. I learned how to kill for you, and how to protect you… Just please, punish me!”
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
“What happened?” An Chuxia hears a voice around sixteen minutes later, and instantly thinks it’s Nangong Zijue. But as she turns, she realizes it’s a Stein College student. Immediately, she takes a breath in relief.
The student sees Han Qilu in An Chuxia’s arms. Shocked, the student runs for help. She uses the medicine box left behind, trying to disinfect his wounds, knowing it is useless. She uncaps a bottle of water, hoping he’d drink. However, he can’t swallow at all.
Anxious, she takes the bottle of water and sips it. Then, she tries to force the liquid down his mouth using her own mouth.
“That’s so romantic… .” One student can’t help but sigh the sentiment.
“You’ve got a pig’s brain! That’s not romantic. She’s trying to save a life!”
“But it’s so touching… What happened? Young Master Qilu shouldn’t have encountered such danger.”
“I don’t know, but why hasn’t the help arrived? Should we launch another signal flare?” Another student suggests.
An Chuxia was about to launch another flare when they hear over their heads three helicopters. The helicopters are marked “Ling Special Police”.
Only one of the three helicopters is able to land. They are shocked the moment they see Han Qilu in An Chuxia’s arms. The team provides him first aid, and then, they put an oxygen mask over his face. They place him onto the stretcher before loading him into the helicopter.
Two of the rescuers stay behind to be with An Chuxia. An Chuxia wants to be with Han Qilu, but there isn’t any room in the helicopter.
As they walk down the mountain, her eyes get heavier and heavier. Finally, her line of sight blurs and everything goes black.
****
“Master Jue, I am sorry. I lost Miss An Chuxia.” Tom’s expression is mixed. He knows it’s because he’s lying to Nangong Zijue.
Zijue leisurely lounges on the seat, remaining still. A cigar elegantly lays sandwiched between his index and middle finger. White smoke rises from his mouth. His eyes don’t land on Tom.
He doesn’t talk, and Tom certainly doesn’t have the courage to speak. It is why the air is suddenly cold.
In the distant sky, red smoke rises, and one can tell it’s smoke from a flare signal. Tom guesses An Chuxia fired the flare. He looks at Nangong Zijue with a guilty conscience. Nangong Zijue looks at him with sharp eyes.
As their eyes meet, Tom kneels in front of Zijue. “I lied to you, Master Jue.”
“Tom, how long have you been with me?” Nangong Zijue doesn’t tell him to stand up, but he takes his gaze away from him.
Tom has a bad hunch, but he still bluntly replies, “I don’t know how long it has been, but I have followed you for as long as I can remember. I learned your language, and learned how to use different weapons you’ve given me. I learned how to kill for you, and how to protect you… Just please, punish me!”
