120 - Douluo: Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass

Days and Nights as the Villainous Senior Sister GL - Chapter 120 Jiu Ying's voice was gentle yet icy. There was a profound mystique about her; she knew Fu Ling wouldn't easily believe her words. She released the young girl from her embrace, her eyes filled with intense sorrow. Revealing the truth meant reliving the pain of those buried memories from deep within her heart, experiencing the past anguish once more. Yet she had no choice but to confess. From the moment they met, through their interactions over time — from initial hatred to current affection. Every single moment proved her words true— In this lifetime, Jiu Ying was, in fact, Fu Ling from the previous life. The moonlight was bright and clear, flickering with the night wind. Jiu Ying rose from the bedside, her hands hidden within her sleeves clenching tightly. She cast her eyes downward at the terror-stricken girl on the bed, red lips slightly parting. Though her tone appeared calm and composed, beneath it lay turmoil and anxiety. "Do you remember that bet?" "When we first met, I bet that you saw Plum Lake Island in the illusion stone, all for the sachet the master of Xuan Xiu Sect gave you. Within that sachet was part of your true energy, which allowed me to control your actions with a slight spell." "The gathering that day, I caused you to faint to prevent a meeting with Si Qi. The calamities of the past life were all because of him; in this life, I couldn't let you have any contact." "Yet I was still too late; he cast a love curse on you, but this time, the person you're infatuated with is me, not him." "The curse of endless yearning has no cure. Along with the lust curse's hold, you shall live the rest of your life, akin to how I was in the past life, without your own thoughts or consciousness, forever controlled by these curses. I don't want you to end up like that, so Elder Hui Ming cast a Forgetting Passion Curse on you, all memories at the time of the casting suppressed by its power." "Fu Ling, you are me, and I am you. How can you fall in love with me?" "From the beginning, I wanted to kill you to end it all because I hated myself, hated my obsession with Si Qi, hated that I caused the death of everyone in the sect, and pitied my wretched self. Someone like me, what right do I have to exist?" "The heavens in their mercy granted me a second chance, but also a new identity. After rebirth, knowing full well that the one who committed the grave sins was my former self and not you in this life, yet I still transferred all that hatred onto you, targeting and mocking you time and again." "But what did you ever do wrong? Nothing at all, whether in the past life or the present. The one who deserved death has always been me." "In this world, I am the last person you should love—also myself." Pouring out her heart, each word resonated with blood and tears. Jiu Ying hated Si Qi, but she hated herself even more. She looked at Fu Ling, her eyes filled with hatred, her lips trembling, tears welling up until her eyes turned red. Even though she knew the mistakes of the past life were due to the two curses, she still couldn't change the fact— The one who personally broke the seal of the Serpent Fire God Altar, released the demonic dragon, and caused the death of hundreds in the Qingzhu Sect, was her. The guilt and self-reproach buried deep within her bones surged like a tide, nearly drowning her in an instant, as waves relentlessly battered from all sides with the cold wind. She could never forget the wrongs she committed, nor the twenty years she was imprisoned. In this life, she never dared to hope for love. The only thing she wanted to do was protect Fu Ling, help her walk the right path and become a strong protector of the sect. And not end up like her past self, causing everyone's demise. She blinked, unable to suppress the pain in her chest any longer, tears streaming freely from her eyes. Past life sins and remorse, she bore them all alone. After the night of the demonic dragon's slaughter, no one cared anymore if she was heartbroken or in pain. If she refused to cultivate, Si Qi would find more ways to torment her. Until her death, scars layer upon layer covered her arms, and it was hard to find a patch of unscarred skin. She, too, was human. She also felt pain. In every sleepless night tormented by agony, she would secretly shed tears alone. Looking at Fu Ling, her eyes filled with red hues, another clear tear fell, and finally, she turned her head away, whispering painfully to herself, or perhaps to Fu Ling— "You shouldn't have fallen in love with me." Silence engulfed the air, no sound could be heard. Fu Ling's eyes were wide open, filled with shock. Her thoughts were chaotic, yet her consciousness was crystal clear. She braced herself with her arms, getting off the bed in a rush, her shoes barely worn as she walked past Jiu Ying, her mind echoing with 'You shouldn't have fallen in love with me.' She knew Jiu Ying wasn't lying to her. Reflecting on every moment they shared, her face grew paler. No wonder Jiu Ying could so precisely guess all her thoughts, no wonder her handwriting was similar to hers, no wonder Jiu Ying treated her so well but never expressed 'like'— Everything made sense now. Because Jiu Ying was once Fu Ling too. She looked up at the woman in white before her, her heart filled with not only enduring love but also tender heartache. The revelation of Jiu Ying's rebirth shocked her, but what hurt more were those terrifying scenes from dreams. She couldn't bear to imagine how Jiu Ying faced it all alone back then. The pain of losing family, the pain of losing freedom, the pain of being forced to cultivate— Each was more than she could bear. How painful must those two decades have been for her elder sister? Iron blades cut the skin, needles pierced deep into the bone, and once the blood drained, ice lake water healed the wounds; such was the cycle, over and over again. Just the thought made her heart tremble uncontrollably. Only now did she understand why Jiu Ying would rather endure pain than enter the water to heal. The ice lake, revered by the world, was to her nothing but a dungeon of endless pain. Fu Ling opened her mouth, breaths rapid and shallow. Her heart ached, even more so than when her illness flared. "Senior Sister—" Words eluded her, reduced to the simplest call of "Senior Sister." Looking at Jiu Ying's face, her heart twisted with pain, nose stinging, tears falling once again— She ached for Fu Ling of the past life, yet she could do nothing. The pain, borne by Senior Sister of the past; she, on the other hand, was the one best protected. She was never satisfied, repeatedly seeking affection from Jiu Ying. Even in this life, everything she had was what Jiu Ying should have experienced, yet had no chance to. Heartache overwhelmed her, Fu Ling swayed, nearly fainting again. But she knew she couldn't fall now. She took a step forward, closer to Jiu Ying, their breaths intertwined, surrounded by one another's scent. The cool plum, mixed with sweet fruit fragrance, scattered with the breeze. The aroma, mingling together, turned ever so subtly intimate. Fu Ling reached out, gently clasping Jiu Ying's left hand and then looking up, gazing into those cold, emotionless eyes. Her tears hadn't stopped, but she paid them no mind. Raising her left hand, she softly brushed the tear from Jiu Ying's eye with her fingertip, tenderly wiping away the lingering warmth. "Senior Sister—" Once more she called, voice tinged with sorrow. Every word filled with devotion. "Why won't you let me love you?" "Even if we were once the same, so what? I like Senior Sister; I'll like her forever, no matter who she is, nothing will change that!" "The wrongs of the past weren't your intention. Why punish yourself for Si Qi's sins? Have you forgotten the principles you taught me?" "In my eyes, Senior Sister isn't a sinner, nor someone deserving of death, but the most wonderful presence in the world; neither in your past nor now should you suffer so." The heartfelt confession was like a glimmering flame, illuminating the dark shadows of Jiu Ying's past and filling her heart with both warmth and sorrow. Unable to restrain herself, another tear glided down. Fu Ling gently wiped it away again before slowly pulling her into an embrace. Soft words reached her ears, full of longing and love— "Meeting you in this life is Ling Ling's greatest fortune." "No matter who you are, Ling Ling's love for you will never change." "Senior Sister, give Ling Ling a chance to love you— Please?" Fu Ling's plea made Jiu Ying's heart clench painfully. She had thought that after knowing the truth, Fu Ling would despise her, the sinner. Yet she received even more passionate, pure love. A love she never dared to dream of, a priceless treasure. Their bodies were so close, Fu Ling's lips barely an inch from her ear, each breath brushing against her neck. Both numbing and electrifying. Too near, too intimate. As if they were already lovers steeped in tender affection. Instinctively, she wanted to escape, but Fu Ling's arms held her tightly, allowing no movement. Fu Ling's possessiveness was strong, especially towards her. She had already decided that if Fu Ling still loved her, she was willing to take that first step to try. Before she could respond, she heard a soft murmur by her ear, making her blush and her heart race— "Senior Sister, I love you." The eighteen-year-old girl spoke of love without the slightest hint of shyness. Jiu Ying's cheeks flushed, and she awkwardly pressed her lips together. She had to admit, in this life, Fu Ling was much bolder in pursuing love than she had ever dared to be in their past life. Her former self could never have spoken such words. As she opened her mouth to respond, another soft and sweet voice filled the air. "I will always like Senior Sister." With each word, it became harder not to blush. Seeing Fu Ling about to speak again, Jiu Ying, unable to bear the embarrassment, pressed her fingertips gently against those soft pink lips. Though she had resolved to accept this love, the act of reciprocating still made her feel bashful. Their gazes locked, and the atmosphere shifted to something unspoken, intimate. Fu Ling's eyes overflowed with fervent affection, making Jiu Ying's heart race even faster. This peculiar sensation, which made her inexplicably blush, was something she had never felt with anyone else. She found herself drawn in. The skin beneath her fingers was warm with a heat that almost burned. Unbidden, she recalled that feverish kiss while Fu Ling was unconscious. All at once, she dared not meet those eyes brimming with love. Since her rebirth, she had never felt such intense nervousness mingled with wonder. The feeling was intoxicating, making her want to linger in it. Only when the night breeze rose again did she finally look up, a barely perceptible smile gracing her lips as she offered her own response— "If it's you, I'm willing to try." "Ling Ling, give me some time, let me fall in love with you, okay?" ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ This is too sweet! 00 is an angel, right?! One self, raised in love and untouched by hardship, healing and warming the self who endured countless sufferings and scars. 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