Chapter 121: Swordsman Online 3 BL (Extra III)

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Chapter 121: Swordsman Online 3 BL (Extra III)

Mu Kuiqiu Extra:

She would rather never obtain him than lose him forever. Her selfishness had ultimately caused everything to stray from its original path, and what she gained in the end was only his death…

After finishing the company’s affairs, Mu Kuiqiu’s gaze fell upon the corner of her desk. On it was a man dressed in red, embracing a woman in a white wedding dress. The man’s face carried a gentle, watery smile, while the woman’s eyes were filled with happiness. The white wedding dress and bouquet made the young woman appear even more radiant. It was her wedding photo, and the only wedding photo she had. Even this one was a composite created by a computer expert. In reality, the only photo she had with him was the cosplay photo of them wearing Swordsman Online 3 outfits. But none of that mattered anymore… She had finally fulfilled her wish and become his wife…

The corners of her lips curled slightly, her eyes filled with happiness, yet hidden deep within was pain and despair that grew heavier with each passing day. That person was already gone. She had used a ghost marriage to have their names forever engraved together, yet she had ultimately failed to cleanse him of the rumors about his relationship with another man. Someone else had gone even further than she had, abandoning reason and simply treating that person as though he were still living by his side.

She knew it was self-deception, yet she could not help but envy that person.She envied how, while living within a false life, he could still have Miao Lichen by his side. But she could not even bring herself to go mad, because this was the debt she owed him.

She picked up the briefcase beside her and got into her car. At some point, her life had become filled with that dazzling red…

As always, she arrived at the familiar sanatorium. The sanatorium was still filled with the patients’ crazed voices and movements, echoing in her ears, yet they no longer annoyed her. That faint sense of familiarity made it seem as though that person were still by her side. She relaxed the stern expression she always wore at the company and casually tossed her briefcase into the car.

Step by step, she walked toward the office that had once belonged to him, just as back then, when she had walked alone down the long red carpet with a perfect smile, wearing an expression of satisfaction. She pushed open the door, and a faint, familiar fragrance still lingered inside.

Even though this office no longer had its owner, there was not the slightest trace of dust. His scent still permeated the room. But… she knew that everything was merely her obsession. Her obsession had driven someone to create a perfume resembling his scent. Her obsession had made her preserve the few things she could keep to remember him.

Just like the center of this office. On the white carpet was a bloodstain that would never be cleaned away. No one knew how much time had passed, yet it remained a vivid red. Though it was eerie enough to send chills through anyone’s heart, she had used the best cling film to preserve that tiny fragment of memory. Even if the pain made her heart feel as though it were shattering, even if every time she saw it she nearly forgot how to breathe, she still refused to abandon this masochistic remembrance. She had even more than once felt fortunate that the place where he had left his blood was a medical facility covered in white carpets, rather than the private villa with its red carpets.

Her fingers brushed over the back of the chair, where a red garment had been casually draped. She casually flipped through the documents lying on the desk. His handwriting could even be described as elegant. Just like him, though he wore an exceptionally striking red garment, he could still give people the strongest sense of refinement. It was as though he were a work of art that had endured the passage of history. Should she say she had good taste? With just one glance, her attention had been firmly captivated. And then she had willingly given him her entire heart.

Her taste, Mu Kuiqiu thought to herself, was naturally excellent. A smile carrying a hint of pride appeared on her face. Her hand slid down from the back of the chair, and she crouched beside the bloodstain, her fingers gently touching the thin layer of film. Though it looked fragile enough to break at a touch, it truly separated two different worlds.

Mu Kuiqiu did not care how long the carpet had gone without being cleaned, nor how much dust and grime might have accumulated upon it. She lay down on the vivid red patch of carpet, rubbing her cheek against the cool film. That person’s skin had always carried a faint coolness as well, as though it could never be touched by warmth. He clearly wore the gentlest smile, yet seemed to be separated from her by the greatest distance. Now, that distance truly was the greatest it could be…

Tears slid from the corners of her eyes, blurring her makeup. The always mature and formidable businesswoman cried like a child in this room devoid of any trace of life. She curled her body up completely, her eyes filled only with that trace of red blood. She gently lifted the thin layer of film. No matter how well it had been preserved, it could no longer retain any sticky texture. Her lips slowly pressed against it in a gentle kiss, yet all she could taste was the bitterness of her tears.

Everything she had done had clearly been for the sake of obtaining his love, yet she had never expected to personally send him into the abyss of death. The love she believed to be sincere had become the cruelest blade, driving him step by step toward death. If it had not been for her, perhaps he could have lived happily with Yang Qifeng forever. Yet simply because she could not accept it, simply because she refused to let go, Miao Lichen had left forever.

Everyone believed Yang Qijing and Wang Yumo were the true murderers, and everyone secretly pitied her devotion. Only she knew in her heart that some things had changed because of her existence.

Because of her existence, Rong Hansheng had discovered his true feelings for Miao Lichen out of jealousy. Because of her existence, Yang Qijing had not fallen in love with Rong Hansheng and had therefore lacked a powerful ally, forcing him to stake everything on using Miao Lichen’s life as his final bargaining chip. It was also because of her existence that Yang Qifeng’s company came under far too much pressure, leaving him with far less time to spend with Miao Lichen, which was why he failed to discover the assassin hiding in the shadows…

Now, she would rather never have had a second chance. At least then she could still watch his figure from afar and see him living happily in someone else’s world. Unlike now, when even looking at him from a distance had become an impossible luxury. She could only rely on dreams to recall that person’s face. No, even in her dreams, all she could hold on to was a back that turned away without hesitation.

She knew clearly that she was at fault and understood her own crimes. Yet in the eyes of others, she was a devoted woman, devoted enough to arrange a ghost marriage for him. The most painful thing was not being condemned by others after doing something wrong, but being weighed down by guilt while constantly hearing praise from people who knew nothing of the truth.

But… even so, she remained selfish enough to feel secretly pleased at having become his wife. Adding his surname before her own name had been her dream across two lifetimes. Yet in the end, what remained was only a sweetness filled with bitterness. Her sobs gradually became indistinct, her vision filled with tears. Through the haze, she seemed to see the first time the two of them had met across their two lifetimes.

That man, still dressed in a medical uniform, was so out of place at the luxurious banquet, yet he drew everyone’s attention so effortlessly. That gentle smile made everyone unconsciously forgive his lack of etiquette, instead developing admiration for his dedication to his work. That person was always the center of attention, no matter what he was doing.

With nothing more than a meeting of their eyes, she became a slave to his love, and drawing closer to him became her only thought. She had even begun imagining a wedding of her own for the first time. She had never dreamed of a fairy tale with a prince on a white horse. She entrusted all her romantic wishes to him.

For that reason, she had resorted to any means necessary to become his fiancée, leading to their first meeting. Yet at that very first meeting, she learned that he already had a lover, a man.

No matter how outstanding that person was, how could she willingly let go? No one could allow someone as pure as him to become tainted, not even the person he held in his heart. So she remembered the name of the other man, Yang Qifeng. She did not know how she had managed to smile as she said she only wanted to be friends.

It was not until she personally witnessed the indulgence and tenderness Miao Lichen showed toward Yang Qifeng that she admitted she would never be his rival. His eyes held only that one person’s image. She could only watch from afar, yet because she could never obtain him, that longing gradually became an obsession.

That was why, in this life, she had approached him at any cost and rejected anyone who tried to draw close to him. She had targeted the Yang Corporation, wanting to watch that person go bankrupt, but in the end, all she received was a pool of vivid red blood and his pale face that could never regain its color. It was not the first time she had lost him, yet this time, the loss was even more decisive.

Three years had already passed… Mu Kuiqiu took out an irregular blade and gently drew it across the skin at the side of her neck, letting the blood flow into the carpet beneath her. Three years of blood should have long since lost its vivid red color, but she could preserve the traces she wanted in this way. More importantly, only by doing this could her blood mingle with his. Truly, they would never be separated again.

The blade in her hand pressed deeper. With just a little more force, she could sever her trachea and go to the world where he was, but she began to hesitate. In the end, she slowly wiped the blade clean and carefully put it away. This blade had ended his life, and eventually, it would also take hers. But… not yet.

If she left, who would preserve every trace he had left behind in this world? Who would ensure that the place that belonged to him remained forever as it had been before he left?

Rong Hansheng might be able to preserve everything, but he would not do it, because he would certainly be unwilling to set foot in the place that had taken the life of the man he loved. They both loved that man named Miao Lichen, yet their choices would never be the same.

Speaking of this life and the previous one, perhaps only he had maintained the original course of events, allowing Yang Qijing to become his “lover.” But… his heart contained only the shadow of another person. What had once been mutual affection was now merely a farce carried out in the name of revenge.

Perhaps everything was merely an excuse. She longed so desperately to meet him again, yet feared their reunion. So she would rather continue living in pain, using this hopeless longing to wash away the sins she carried.

She rose with practiced ease and tended to her wound. Once again, she carefully covered the bloodstain with another sheet of cling film. Watching the blood regain its vivid red color, Mu Kuiqiu’s face took on a pure smile, just like the one she had worn when they met in this life.

‘Miao Lichen, Miao Lichen…’

He had been an obsession carried over from her previous life, and had finally become an eternal love in this life.

‘If there is another life, could I beg you to promise that I may stay by your side?’

‘Could you wait for me for one reincarnation, so that I can truly follow you forever, whether to the heavens above or the depths below? Even in life or death, may we never be parted.’

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