Chapter 10: It's not so easy for someone like you to die 3
Huh? Where is this place?
I looked around blankly and found myself standing in an unfamiliar place. There was a thick layer of ice on the ground, and huge ice prisms stood all around, towering up to the sky. It was very quiet around me, without a sound. At first glance, there was only one color, ice blue, so cold that it was frightening.
I saw my own shadow reflected on the ground and on the ice prisms around me. It was very strange.
"Is there anyone?" I walked around under the ice prisms, hoping to find someone. The ice prisms were as cold and smooth as glass, flowing with an icy luster.
I suddenly noticed a black figure in the distance, it was so familiar!
"Hang Weicheng!" I immediately ran over happily. But when I got closer, I was immediately shocked. Hang Weicheng was frozen in a huge ice prism!
His black hair fluttered gently in the wind, his face was expressionless, his snow-white skin was flawless. He closed his eyes, looking peaceful as if he was asleep. His thick, curled eyelashes were like two small fans, gently covering his eyelids.
His slender limbs were motionless, as if bound by an invisible force. He was wearing an exquisite black suit, from head to toe, even a finger was so perfect.
He closed his eyes quietly, frozen in the cold ice prism, like a sacred offering.
Is Hang Weicheng dead?
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This thought was like an invisible sledgehammer, hitting my heart hard, causing me to feel so much pain that I felt powerless. I was like a terminally ill person, bending over, unable to exert any strength. "Hang Weicheng! Don't scare me! Open your eyes!" I knocked hard on the ice prism and called out to Hang Weicheng loudly.
But he still closed his eyes and did not move. The huge ice prism was like a strange barrier, separating us into two worlds.
"Hang Weicheng! Please open your eyes! Hang Weicheng! Hang Weicheng——" I shouted at him at the top of my lungs, pounding the ice prism. But the ice prism was so hard that no matter how hard I pounded it, it didn't budge at all.
"Hang Weicheng! Please open your eyes! Please..." I was so anxious that tears came down my cheeks, but he still didn't respond. I was so anxious, so anxious... I was getting more and more desperate... I was getting more and more desperate...
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"Qin Xiaoya! Qin Xiaoya! Wake up!"
When I was almost in despair, I saw a white light in the sky, like the holy light pouring down from heaven, so holy and flawless. I also heard a voice calling me, so familiar.
I struggled and opened my eyes. In a trance, I saw a pair of blue-purple eyes that were as charming and alluring as violets. The blue-purple pupils were clearer than the sea, reflecting my miniature.
"Qin Xiaoya, you finally woke up!" The person in front of me had a face that even angels would envy, a face that was so beautiful. It was as white and flawless as snow, emitting a soft luster. He looked at me, and his two tightly tangled long eyebrows gradually stretched out.
"Yi Youxi..." I recognized the person in front of me, but my consciousness was still a little dazed.
"How do you feel? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" Yi Youxi sat beside my bed, holding a towel, carefully wiped the cold sweat from my forehead, and asked gently.
"No." I shook my head gently and looked around. I saw that I was lying in a large, beige room. Every piece of furniture in the room was exquisite and low-key. But this room was very strange to me. "Where is this? How did I get here?" I asked in confusion. My consciousness was still a little fuzzy and I couldn't remember what happened before.
"This is the guest room of Song Xiwei's house. You and Hang Weicheng are trapped in the ice storage! Song Xiwei and I saw that you didn't come back after going to the backyard, so we were a little worried and went to check. We didn't expect that you two were trapped in the ice storage, frozen stiff!" Yi Youxi said this, still looking a little frightened.
Ice storage! Hangweicheng! I suddenly remembered it!
When Hang Weicheng and I were arguing in the ice storage, the door suddenly closed! We were trapped inside and almost froze to death! "Where's Hang Weicheng?" I asked anxiously, holding Yi Youxi's hand.
He frowned and said coldly: "He is not dead."
I wanted to ask more, but seeing Yi Youxi's unhappy expression, I swallowed the words back. Sigh - I wonder how Hang Weicheng is doing now...
Yi Youxi reached out and brushed the hair off my forehead. His slender fingers were as white and transparent as jade, and his touch was so gentle, like the caress of a feather. "You really make me worry all the time." Yi Youxi sighed helplessly, but his blue-purple pupils were full of pampering, as if he was scolding a playful child.
I pursed my lips in disbelief and said a little ashamedly, "Thank you for saving me."
"What should I do? Should I never let you out of my sight?" Yi Youxi gently stroked my face, looked into my eyes and said hesitantly. He seemed to be talking to me, but also seemed to be talking to himself. The blue-purple pupils were blurred by the misty melancholy, like a lake shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see through.
Is Yi Youxi worried about me? Is it scary that I am trapped in the ice storage and frozen? I looked at him and felt a little guilty.
"I'm fine! Am I not fine? Look!" I immediately sat up from the bed, raised my arms like a strong man, and said with a smile, "I'm very strong, I won't die so easily!"
"Really?" Yi Youxi stretched out a finger and gently touched my forehead. I had just come back from a near-death experience and had not yet recovered my strength. When he pointed at me, I suddenly felt dizzy and weak all over, and fell back on the bed with a "bang". I fell on the bed motionless, and I felt like there were two whirlpools spinning in my eyes...
"Hmph! Strongman." Yi Youxi glanced at me and snorted a little angrily.
Look down on me! Humph! "I just haven't recovered my strength yet!" I puffed my cheeks and glared at him resentfully.
"Then stop talking nonsense, have a good rest and recover your strength." Yi Youxi tucked the corner of the quilt for me and ordered in a rather firm tone.
"Oh." I pursed my lips, glanced at him, and closed my eyes obediently. But I couldn't fall asleep. Instead, I recalled what happened in the ice storage bit by bit...
The cold air swirled in the ice storage. Under the dim light, Hangwei and I huddled in a corner.
In a daze, I seemed to be back to when I was 6 years old. I met that beautiful little boy at the dinner party that day. I had a fight with him, snatched his harmonica from him, and promised to meet again in the future. "Little Prince..." I muttered with my eyes closed. Little Prince, when can I see you again? You said you would come to see me...but why didn't you come?
"Hey! Wake up - don't sleep! You can't sleep! Damn it, wake up!" In a daze, I heard someone chirping in my ear, more annoying than a fly!
Damn it, I’m so sleepy… Stop bothering me.
Who is it? I struggled to open my eyelids. In the haze, I saw a white halo, and in that halo was a handsome face. The face seemed to be covered by water vapor, blurry. I saw a pair of beautiful black pupils looking at me gently, like two obsidians, sparkling and bright.
"Little crow, can you hear me? Wake up! Wake up! Don't sleep!" Those gentle lips opened and closed in front of my eyes. I heard him calling me, calling me anxiously.
Is it the little prince? Is it you... Is it you calling me?
I wanted to speak, but I couldn't. I felt like my consciousness was floating in mid-air and my body was no longer mine.
"Little crow! You are so annoying! You always go against me! But you can't die. If you die, there will be no one to argue with me!"
I felt like I was being held tightly in someone's arms, so tightly, as if afraid that I would run away. That person kept talking in my ear, calling me a little crow.
No... The little prince wouldn't call me Little Crow... He would call me Little Red Riding Hood... The only one who called me Little Crow was Hang Weicheng...
I tried hard to regain consciousness, but it was like a cloud floating in the sky, elusive. The face in front of me was getting blurrier and blurrier...
"Little crow! You are very strong... nothing can defeat you... you must not be defeated by the cold! You can only be defeated by me, I command you, you can only be defeated by me!" The voice kept repeating in my ears, over and over again.
I felt as if I was wrapped in two gentle wings, so warm and safe. I nestled in those two soft wings, as fragile as a newborn baby...
