allendalepharm Chapter 3364 Then I'll take care of you for the rest of my life
Chapter 3364 Then I'll take care of you for the rest of my life
To become blind?
The gentle and handsome face of Hu Qingye will never be seen again.
Can't we see the smiles of the Father God and Mother Goddess, or the colors of this world?
Become deaf?
I can no longer hear Hu Qingye's voice, the laughter of my friends, or the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves.
Turn into... a fool who only drools and doesn't even recognize himself?
To lose all memories and all emotions, and live like a walking corpse?
Hu Xiaoman's hands were trembling, and her consciousness was fluctuating violently. A deep sense of fear and helplessness surged into her heart.
She wasn't afraid of death, but she was afraid of becoming that inhuman, ghostly creature.
She fears even more that she will never remember the people she cares about, and that she will never be able to reciprocate their deep affection.
She likes to twirl around in the sunlight and watch her skirt flutter.
I love listening to Hu Qingye whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
Those sweet, soft words could make her happy all day;
I love to see the beauty of all things in this world, to see flowers bloom, clouds roll, stars and the sea, and to see every corner full of life.
If you become blind, deaf, or even a fool who doesn't know who he is... then what's the point of living?
However, the image of the child lying on the edge of the cliff, crying out "Mother" in heartbreaking agony, uncontrollably resurfaced in her mind.
His eyes, filled with fear and despair, were branded onto her heart like a brand.
The image of the Father God, covered in blood, standing alone against the towering waves, came to mind.
His divine light dimmed, yet he still stood tall, refusing to retreat even a step.
Images of Aunt Yao, Uncle Yue Shu, Uncle Jin Long, Yan Kang Shun, Hao Feng Yu, and others appear, fighting bravely and covered in wounds to protect everyone.
If not.
Everyone will die.
The Eastern Zhou Dynasty will perish, the Father God will fall, and all those she cares about, all vibrant lives, will vanish into nothingness.
Done.
At least... they can survive.
If the Eastern Zhou Dynasty can be preserved, the people can live in peace, and the people she loves can continue to live well on this land.
Hu Xiaoman took a deep breath. The sharp pain in her chest made her frown, but she still slowly opened her eyes.
The fear, hesitation, and resentment in their eyes vanished at this moment, replaced by a deathly stillness.
Like the sea before a storm, seemingly calm, but beneath lies a surging determination.
She had no choice.
From the moment she became the Heavenly Dao of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, this was her destiny, a responsibility she could not escape.
"Xiaoman?"
Hu Qingye's gaze remained fixed on her face, never leaving it.
Seeing her open her eyes, he quickly lowered his head, his voice filled with urgency: "What's wrong? Does it hurt a lot? Let me channel some more spiritual energy into you!"
Hu Xiaoman slowly turned her head and looked at the handsome face so close to hers.
Even without hair, he was still so handsome, with deep, dark eyes, a high and straight nose, and a gentle, warm shape to his lips.
Especially the way he looked at her, his eyes were filled with unyielding love and tenderness, like warm sunshine that could dispel all the cold and darkness.
In the future... we may never see it again.
A huge wave of bitterness welled up in Hu Xiaoman's heart, as if countless fine needles were gently pricking her, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
She slowly reached out, her icy fingertips trembling slightly, gently tracing his features, from his smooth brow bone to the tip of his high nose, finally stopping at his soft lips, her fingertips feeling his warm breath.
"Big leaves".
Hu Xiaoman's voice was very soft, with a touch of the gentle sweetness she usually had when she was being coquettish.
"I'm tired."
"I want to... get some rest."
"Okay." Hu Qingye quickly and carefully adjusted her position so that she could lean more comfortably in his arms. He put one arm around her waist and gently patted her back with the other, his movements as gentle as if he were coaxing a fragile treasure.
"Go to sleep, I'll hold you."
"I will always stay with you."
He took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve and carefully wiped away the remaining bloodstains from the corner of her mouth, his fingertips so gentle that he was afraid of hurting her if he used too much force.
The handkerchief carried his fresh, herbal scent, which eased Hu Xiaoman's tense nerves a little.
Looking at his careful and precious manner, Hu Xiaoman's eyes welled up with tears, and she almost couldn't hold them back.
She quickly sniffed, buried her head deep in his chest, and used his clothes to hide the turbulent emotions on her face, so that he wouldn't see the reluctance and determination in her eyes.
"Big leaves".
"Hmm? I'm here." Hu Qingye lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head.
"If... I mean, if."
Hu Xiaoman's voice was muffled, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, coming from his clothes.
"If I become blind, I will never be able to see you again, nor the sunlight, nor the flowers, grass, and trees."
"If I become deaf, I will never hear you speak again, never hear your voice again, never hear the sound of the wind."
"Or... I've become a fool who only drools, doesn't even know who I am, and doesn't even recognize you."
Hu Xiaoman slowly raised her head, her eyes, still clear and bright like autumn water, staring intently into Hu Qingye's eyes, as if trying to etch his image into the depths of her soul, with a hint of caution.
"Do...do you still want me?"
Hu Qingye was stunned, and the movement in her hands stopped instantly.
He stared blankly at the girl in his arms; her eyes were serious, even tinged with fear.
Hu Qingye felt a sudden pang of pain in her heart, as if something had ripped it out.
He thought she was afraid—afraid that the insidious spirit would turn her into a cripple, afraid that he would abandon her.
"fool."
Hu Qingye smiled with relief, a smile so gentle it could melt ice and snow, but a faint redness rose in her eyes.
He lowered his head, his forehead gently touching hers, their noses brushing against each other, their warm breaths mingling, carrying each other's scent.
"What are you talking about?"
"want."
"of course yes."
His voice was hoarse, but firm as iron, without the slightest hesitation; every word struck Hu Xiaoman's heart heavily.
"No matter what you become, you will always be my Xiaoman, and you will always be the only wife I, Hu Qingye, have ever recognized in this life, the next life, and for all eternity."
“You are blind, so I will be your eyes. I will take you to the ends of the earth, to see all the splendor and beauty of the world, and tell you everything I have seen.”
"If you're deaf, I'll use my divine sense to transmit my voice, saying 'I love you' ten thousand times a day in your mind, so you can feel my love at all times and never feel lonely."
"Are you stupid..."
Hu Qingye gently kissed her eyes, wiping away the tears that had unknowingly slipped down her cheeks. Her eyes grew even redder, and her voice trembled slightly, yet remained gentle: "Then I will take care of you for the rest of my life."