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Yama's Wedding
“Break!”
With Yao Guang's voice, the Great Thunder Sound Temple before him began to twist, and the Buddha within it took on a grotesque appearance.
“You can't do this.” The once benevolent Avalokiteshvara suddenly screamed amidst the distortion.
“I can't? How can I not? There is nothing I cannot or dare not do now,” Yao Guang declared arrogantly.
In the vanishing space, Xue remained beside the Buddha, still watching himself with an unruffled demeanor. The various screams around him seemed to have no effect on him. He quietly observed Yao Guang until he slowly faded away.
Yao Guang's gaze fixed on the false Xue, feeling a slight discomfort in his heart. This Xue seemed more real than those Deities, and because of that, Yao Guang found this illusion even more convincing.
If this were real, what would he do? Would Xue treat him as he did just now?
Yao Guang stood alone in front of the now vanished Great Thunder Sound Temple for a long time.
“Yao Guang!”
Yao Guang turned to see yet another Xue.
Is this another illusion? This place truly seems endless in its illusions.
Yao Guang chuckled as he watched Xue slowly approach him. This version of Xue appeared even more realistic—his hair slightly disheveled, his complexion pale, and blood still seeping from his left side. What was this? A deliberate injury to make himself feel pain and trap him?
Xue looked at the Yao Guang before him. He had just managed to break free from the false Yao Guang; was this one real? Xue didn’t know if this was true or not, but he could not let go of any Yao Guang he encountered here.
"What is it this time, Xue? What do you want me to do?" Yao Guang looked at Xue, who had walked right up to her, arms crossed in a teasing manner.
This Yao Guang seemed different from the one she had just encountered. Could this one be the real deal?
Xue remained silent, simply staring intently at Yao Guang.
"What's wrong? Lost your voice? Should I express my concern for you? Oh dear, Xue, how did you get hurt? I feel so sorry for you!" Yao Guang clutched her chest, pretending to be heartbroken.
"Hey, what are you doing, you imposter? Let me tell you, you're not Xue..."
Xue tightly embraced the Yao Guang before him. In that moment, he finally confirmed that this Yao Guang was indeed real. Her heartbeat was real, her breath, her scent—all were those of the Yao Guang he knew.
"Shut up." Xue finally spoke. The Yao Guang in his arms continued to struggle and curse at him. It seemed she had also encountered her own illusion earlier, but thankfully, she appeared unharmed. Xue felt relieved.
"Why should I shut up? You imposter! Boohoo... um..." Yao Guang found this version of Xue unbelievable. First, she met a cold and distant Xue who wanted to keep her at arm's length; now this one was less aloof but still commanded her to be quiet in such a domineering way. She wanted to escape quickly; Yao Guang preferred the real Xue—someone who was neither cold nor fierce but gentle.
Xue did something even he found astonishing. He looked down at the noisy Yao Guang in his arms, who was cursing him incessantly, and lowered his head to use the most direct method to grant her wish of silence.
Yao Guang felt her mouth enveloped by something soft. She widened her eyes as she gazed at Xue's face so close to hers. So, was it really Xue kissing her?
Though she thought this version of Xue might be fake, at least it was her own illusion. Yao Guang reassured herself that it was just a spring dream. Thus, she actively sought out Xue's lips, not wanting him to pull away.
Xue's earlier action had been instinctive; he just wanted Yao Guang to stop making noise. Earlier, when faced with the false Yao Guang, he had inadvertently been wounded by her words. Although it hadn't caused any serious harm in the end, for some reason, blood had flowed from where he had been stabbed. He had merely entered this place as a spirit without a physical body; clearly, this place held secrets he did not yet understand. He had intended to leave quietly but found himself captivated when Yao Guang's lips met his. The softness and warmth kept him there as they lost themselves in each other’s kisses, even forgetting to breathe amidst their first intimate contact.
The two embraced tightly and lingered in their affection for a long time until their breaths became slightly labored before finally ending the prolonged kiss.
“Yao Guang, you fool, can't you tell the fake me from the real one?” Xue gently patted Yao Guang's head. After their earlier kiss, Yao Guang's lips had turned a bright red, and Xue's gaze darkened.
Upon hearing Xue's words, Yao Guang's pupils widened in shock. Just as he was about to speak, Xue's body slumped weakly against his shoulder.
In the split second before losing consciousness, Xue thought to himself that Yao Guang must not think it was the kiss that made him faint; that would be too embarrassing.
“Xue, what’s wrong? Xue!” Hearing Xue's voice, Yao Guang realized this must be the real Xue. But how did he get in here?
Yao Guang looked at the unconscious Xue and desperately wanted to wake him up. There were so many questions she wanted to ask him.
Gently placing Xue on the ground, she noticed her hands were slightly damp. Raising her hand, she remembered seeing blood on Xue's left side earlier. Quickly glancing at his wound, she found that the bleeding had worsened since their earlier struggle; her movements must have aggravated his injury.
Yao Guang hit her head in frustration. How could she have not recognized Xue earlier? If she had, he wouldn’t have been hurt so badly. How did he get injured in the first place?
Hastily bandaging Xue's wound with whatever she could find, Yao Guang knew they needed to get out of here quickly; there were no medicines available.
Sitting quietly beside Xue, she caressed his pale face. Her fingers brushed over his thin lips, and suddenly her cheeks flushed; it felt as if the kiss still lingered on her own lips. Did Xue really want to kiss her just now? Or was he just dazed from his injury?
Looking at the unconscious Xue, Yao Guang muttered to herself, “Xue, your timing for fainting is just perfect!”
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