The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

It wasn't really a flight of escape; the effects of the drug hadn't completely worn off, leaving them weak and unable to muster any strength, so they could only walk intermittently.

"Jiang Zhiyang, I can't walk anymore." Tears streamed down her face as Yu Qingjun stopped. She really wanted to, really wanted to, rebel and escape, but her body just couldn't keep up with her will.

Her eyes were unfocused, her lips were pale, and blood slowly flowed from her wound, leaving a long trail of blood on the road.

"When did you get hurt?!"

"I cut my leg on a broken piece of wood when I climbed out the window." After saying that, she fainted in Jiang Zhiyang's arms.

Jiang Zhiyang was terrified. It was the same scene again, and she was falling lightly onto his shoulder again. Blood... so much blood... He began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Yu Qingjun! Qingjun! Ye Qingchen!"

No matter how Jiang Zhiyang called out, she was unable to respond. Her body was very weak, and no amount of tonics could help. Her thoughts became slow. Perhaps, perhaps this was fate?

Just like Jiang Zhiyang, who submitted a blank paper but still ranked at the top of his class, is it an unchangeable fate? She laughed self-deprecatingly, never expecting that one day, she, Yu Qingjun, could still believe in fate.

"Go further ahead, there's a temple. I'll bandage your wound. Just hang in there, please, please, hold on!" Jiang Zhiyang picked up Yu Qingjun and ran forward, stumbling and almost falling several times.

The temple was somewhat dilapidated, but not deserted. A solemn goddess statue stood there, covered in dust and cobwebs. Offerings were neatly arranged on the altar, and several candles were still burning.

Jiang Zhiyang gently put Yu Qingjun down, tore a long piece of cloth from his waist, and lifted her skirt to reveal a shocking, bloody wound on her calf joint, with blood already soaking through her shoes and socks.

"You bled so much, it must have hurt a lot, right? Even though you were in pain, you followed me without saying a word and ran away. You trusted me that much?" Jiang Zhiyang muttered to himself as he bandaged the wound.

"Of course, I understand what you're thinking," Yu Qingjun said weakly. She tried to stay awake, but the pain in her body became even more acute.

She had a fever, her body was burning hot, but due to excessive blood loss, her limbs were also feeling bone-chillingly cold.

Jiang Zhiyang reached out to wipe the sweat from her face, but his hands were stained with blood, which only made her pale face look even more disheveled.

"I shouldn't have brought you out."

Yu Qingjun grasped the hand that was supporting her cheek, "What you think is what I desire. It's worth it to escape for freedom once in this life."

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from not far away. Father must have brought a lot of helpers to catch them, but they were much faster than Jiang Zhiyang had expected. He stared at the flickering flame on the candlestick and suddenly lost his composure.

"Chengyang! Morning!" It was Song Huixin's voice.

"Stop running away, we won't force you anymore. Just come home with us." Xiao Shaoping softened his tone.

But the group of people behind him hadn't even properly hidden the rope in their hands.

Jiang Zhiyang stood up, gripping the scorching candlestick tightly. "What forces us is always ourselves."

Yes, because they had enjoyed so much kindness and sincerity, received so much help and companionship, and carried so much hope and ambition, their conscience drove them onto that destined path to success.

It's as if even a moment's relaxation would be a sin; one cannot be selfish, should not be selfish, and is unworthy of being selfish.

Because they were loved and expected to grow into knowledgeable and well-mannered gentlemen, they yearned for freedom, longed for beauty, and longed to spread their wings and fly high. However, they were unable to pursue freedom because of their virtuous conduct, and thus bound their own hands and feet.

It's a contradiction, a real contradiction.

Ridiculous, really ridiculous.

In the next life, I'd rather be a petty, narrow-minded person from the marketplace.

He threw the candlestick away, and the haystack quickly caught fire. In an instant, flames climbed up the old wooden planks to the roof, casting a curtain of fire across the threshold.

He turned his back and listened carefully to the sound of the flames burning. Gradually, the sound finally shut out Song Huixin's heart-wrenching cries. They were free. He breathed a long sigh of relief. They were free. He felt incredibly happy.

"Qingjun, I've always wanted to take you with me, whether it's Xue Lele in Xiaobai's dream, the saintess in Manniang's dream, or... yourself... Look how coincidental today is, we're both wearing wedding clothes, and it just so happens to be at the temple, the time and place are perfect, it's an auspicious day, would you marry me? Let's just treat it as a play."

Jiang Zhiyang laughed wildly, merging into the raging fire behind him.

The man nodded and smiled.

Jiang Zhiyang bit his finger and gently stroked it on her pale lips. The bright red blood seemed to ignite her life, and she became vibrant again.

"Then I'll say a line, and you repeat after me." Yu Qingjun struggled to get up and knelt devoutly on the prayer mat.

"Okay." Jiang Zhiyang imitated her gesture and bowed respectfully.

"From this day forward, we are united in marriage and become a perfect couple." Her voice was gentle.

"From this day forward, we are united in marriage and become a perfect couple." His voice was firm.

"We are bound by the red thread of fate, and will stay together until our hair turns white." The fire was so intense that it almost drowned out her voice.

"We are bound by the red thread of fate, and will stay together until our hair turns white." He swore even louder, determined to make sure the goddess heard him clearly.

"Flowers in full bloom, moon in full, joy and happiness abound." Though her spirits were growing weaker, she cherished this moment all the more.

"May the flowers bloom and the moon be full, may you be happy and carefree." Thick smoke billowed, choking his throat.

"Until the sea dries up and the rocks crumble, we pledge our love as a pair of lovebirds, and solemnly make this covenant."

"Until the sea dries up and the rocks crumble, we pledge our love as a pair of lovers, and solemnly make this covenant." If you speak, I will gladly oblige.

They bowed three times to the statue of the god in the sea of ​​fire, and the ceremony was complete.

The fire engulfed the entire temple, and thick smoke billowed everywhere, but they felt the world was incredibly quiet. They could only hear and see each other, which was truly wonderful.

Jiang Zhiyang took out the bone knife from his waist, placed it flat in front of Yu Qingjun, and chuckled lightly, "I hid it before because I was afraid you would secretly stab me."

Yu Qingjun understood immediately, gripped the hilt of the knife, and reached for the back of Jiang Zhiyang's neck. Just as she was about to exert force, Jiang Zhiyang grabbed her wrist.

"Xiao Ye's miserable end in this life must be because they were too close in their past life, even on the road to the underworld they were still clinging to each other. In the next life, Ye Qingchen, walk slower, and don't..."

After saying that, he gripped the trembling hand and plunged it deep into the ground. In an instant, all sounds faded away, his vision blurred, and his consciousness left him.

It's over, finally over. I'm so tired.

"Yes, but they shouldn't be too far away. I'm afraid Ye Qingchen won't be able to find Xiao Chengyang." Yu Qingjun was finally able to let go of all her pretense and fall asleep peacefully in his arms.

She was so tired, finally, finally she could rest.

Consciousness returned to his body, and beneath him lay soft bedding. Jiang Zhiyang opened his eyes in a daze, and a hot tear rolled down his cheek. He turned his head and looked at the place where his love belonged.

She lay there quietly, as if she wasn't breathing. Jiang Zhiyang stared at her without blinking until she opened her eyes and her breathing became even, only then did he feel relieved.

Silence, silence...

A mix of emotions welled up inside them, but no one could utter a word. Ye Qingchen and Xiao Chengyang's dream had ended. Now, they were completely Jiang Zhiyang and Yu Qingjun. However, the love that lingered in their hearts like spiderwebs filled their entire being, as if it could never be completely cleansed.

They looked into each other's eyes, like the purest form of kissing.