Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Chapter 164 The Scorching Sun (Qi Xuan's Side Story Part 2)

Qi Xuan received the sunflower brush washer a month after he sent Qi Jin to the sanatorium.

When he received the call from the pottery studio, his first reaction was that it was somewhat absurd.

Why did A-Yao's gift only arrive after his death?

The person on the other end of the phone, not receiving a response from Qi Xuan, asked again, "Is this Mr. Qi Xuan? Mr. Gu Yao had a brush washer made here a year ago. Please come downstairs to sign for it. Hello, Mr. Qi, Mr. Qi, are you still listening?"

When the brush washer, with its blue background and three-dimensional sunflowers floating on the surface, was handed to him, the sunflowers' relaxed and lifelike expressions were truly captivating.

Placed on the windowsill, its outward-stretching posture resembles a boy trying to break free from his cage, yet still confined to that small space.

Qi Xuan had no idea how he brought the sunflower brush washer back to the apartment.

But the moment he opened the packaging, he saw the sunflower striving to grow upwards, and he seemed to know what the boy wanted to tell him.

Qi Xuan didn't know how he opened that thin sheet of paper.

But looking at the elegant and familiar handwriting on the sunflower-printed letter paper, Qi Xuan couldn't help but tremble.

For more than four months, she had carefully disguised herself and tried to live like a normal person, but all her pretense was shattered by this letter from the boy.

He trembled as he opened the envelope addressed to "Dear Xuan-ge," and the folded letter unfolded before his eyes.

"Dear Xuan-ge: "

'It has been a long time since I last visited Zhiyu, and I often think of her.'

By the time you receive this letter, I should have been away from you for some time. I don't know if you'll miss me, but I think I'll miss you a lot.

I know you have a lot of questions for me, like how I know about the past of my ancestors that I shouldn't know? Why do I seem to know everything?

And that's what I wanted to tell you.

Hmm, where should I begin? Let's start with my previous life.

When the words landed here, Qi Xuan's breath hitched.

He had always known that Gu Yao had a secret, but he had never thought of it in this direction.

After all, this kind of thing is just too absurd.

Qi Xuan suddenly realized that the light letter in his hand was actually too heavy.

It was so heavy that he might not be able to bear it.

But he still wanted to get the truth.

The truth behind why, despite his best efforts, he still missed out on Ah Yao.

He shifted his gaze downwards, continuing to look at the letter in his hand.

"In my previous life, I also reunited with you at the speech for rebirth. Before my mother's old illness relapsed, we were very harmonious. You still pampered me like you did when we were young, and tolerated all my little temper tantrums."

I poured my heart into you, but all I got in return was a relationship between a sugar daddy and his lover.

Even now, I can't help but feel a little sad. It was all in my past life, but Xuan-ge's heartless expression is still etched in my mind. It was then that I learned that Gu Yao and Qi Xuan were enemies.

I don't want to delve into whether the grudges of the previous generation should be borne by the next. But at that moment, I still felt utterly ashamed in your presence.

Because my mother is, in your eyes, an accomplice in the death of your own mother.

And I'm begging you to save the man who killed my mother.

This is undoubtedly a despicable act.

But she is, after all, my mother, so I agreed to your request.

Our relationship changed on that day.

Sugar daddy and mistress.

That sounds rather ironic.

Thinking about it carefully, I still came out ahead.

You never force me to do things I don't like, and apart from the occasional sarcastic remark, it seems like I don't lose anything.

But how can someone who has experienced your wholehearted tenderness bear such a difference?

I could clearly feel my mental state crumbling, and I had hardly any friends. This downward spiral was destroying me step by step.

The complete breakdown occurred when my mother's condition worsened and she left me forever.

Before, I could deceive myself into being strong because my mother still needed my care, but after she passed away, I lost all sense of direction.

You were always very busy during that time. I really wanted to talk to you, but I could never find an opportunity. Even when I saw you, it was just a fleeting glance. The look in your eyes was extremely complicated, and I couldn't understand it or see through it at the time.

Later, that was my first suicide attempt.

I looked at my blood, which had stained the entire bathroom crimson, an unusually vibrant red.

The moment the knife tip sliced ​​through my wrist, I felt an eerie calm.

Is there anything in this world that I would cherish?

No more.

No relatives.

I have no lover.

Nothing at all.

Before my consciousness completely sank into darkness, I fell into a warm embrace.

It felt like falling into a bottomless, freezing trench, only to have someone suddenly pull you up.

I struggled upstream and finally broke through the water.

Warm, salty rainwater fell on the back of my hand.

It was so hot it made me panic.

So I survived.

After that, you took me under your wing.

You always look at me with a worried and heartbroken gaze.

Why? You were the one who abandoned me first, so why are you looking at me with such pitiful eyes?

It's as if it's my fault.

I don't want to talk to you.

So I chose to escape.

I began to crave the sharp pain of a blade cutting through my skin.

Unfortunately, it didn't work out many times.

I've been kept under strict surveillance by you.

Watching you focus your most intently on me during your breaks from work.

I felt a long-lost joy.

Yes, joy.

I feel like you need me, that you care about me.

So I want to live for you.

I struggled against self-loathing and tried to transform myself back into a normal person.

But before I could succeed, I was kidnapped.

Actually, I wasn't that scared.

But I still want to try my best for you and try to survive.

But when you said, "He's just my lover, you can do whatever you want with him," through a phone, I still felt a long-lost sadness.

I suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

What have I been persisting in for so long?

See? Nobody likes you.

But while the kidnappers were discussing how to get rid of you...

I still softened.

Even if you don't like me.

My favorite is still Qi Xuan.

I cannot allow myself to become a weapon in their hands that could threaten you.

So, when they weren't looking, I ran to the windowsill.

Looking at the desolate scenery below the unfinished building, I felt for the first time that what I was doing was great.

At least, I can save the person I love.

Even if he doesn't like me.

I saw what looked like a convoy approaching in the distance, its wheels kicking up a cloud of dust on the muddy ground.

Was it there to save me?

I do not know.

But I know I have to save the person I love.

As I watched the menacing kidnappers cautiously approach me, I looked at the billowing yellow dust in the distance and found my home.

Whether they came to save me or not.

Just consider it as them coming to save me.

This way, at least it proves that you do like me to some extent.

Even if it's not love, there's still some concern about the person.

I jumped off the windowsill.

Actually, it didn't hurt too much when I fell.

The pain is only temporary.

But when I saw you with red eyes, holding my dirty body, crying your heart out.

It feels like I've lost the most important thing.

I felt a little lost for the first time.

Don't you dislike me? Why are you still so sad?

I found out later.

So you liked me after all.

But it was precisely because I knew about this that I felt even more resentful.

This shouldn't have been the ending.

Perhaps I harbored too much resentment, which is why I came back.

I've returned to my childhood.

I thought I could change everything.

But on the day my father died.

I know perfectly well that I have no power to change what has already happened.

It's like I saved my father from jumping off a building, but he died in a car accident the next day.

I will die too.

Knowing exactly when you will die is not actually a good thing.

I watched as the events in my memory came true one by one.

I know that my life is also counting down.

But I really hate to part with it.

The only thing I managed to change successfully was that we didn't end up in the same stalemate as in our previous life.

At least we had a relatively happy time.

After I leave the pottery studio, I want to buy a bunch of sunflowers.

He committed suicide too hastily in his previous life.

It must be very ugly.

This time, I want to make the decision myself.

If you can come back as promised, I should be able to stay by your side for another year.

If you break your promise.

Then I might leave you sooner.

I dislike people who break their promises.

As I write this letter, I don't know how I will leave you.

But Qi Xuan, you must remember this.

Gu Yao likes you.

I like it very much.

The sunflowers on the windowsill withered prematurely, before the morning light could turn into the blazing sun.

I am also very sad that I did not see my sunrise turn into the sun.

But you must believe that we will meet again.

Gu Yao's last words.

Qi Xuan's fingertips trembled slightly as he gently stroked the words "final words".

He didn't know how his Ah Yao had survived such a difficult previous life.

And then in this life, I will still have the courage to pursue my own path.

He knew he was a coward, and in their relationship, A-Yao was always the one who took the initiative.

He had never hated himself so much.

How did his Ah Yao hold onto his death date, counting down the days?

And then I watched him grow up step by step.

They never urged me in the slightest.

Qi Xuan wondered where he got the confidence to think that A Yao could wait for him.

On every hopeless night of waiting, does the boy silently mark off a day in his mind?

Then, the cycle repeats itself.

He always thought there would be time.

But where is time now?

Where is his A Yao?

From then on, every day and night.

It's all hopeless waiting.

It's not just the sunflowers that withered early that are trapped.

And a sliver of dawn that had been cut off.

Draw the ground as a prison.

They could never get out again.