Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1035 - 262 The Flower of Unrequited Love_2

Chapter 1035: Chapter 262 The Flower of Unrequited Love_2

"Do you know?" Cui Beixi’s voice was so fragile, like a thread of silk about to snap, her face so filled with misery that Liu was shaken and could hardly bear to look.

Liu hesitated back and forth, still unable to make up his mind. He thought about revealing his identity—screw it all—but he also feared that under the wrath of the enchantress teacher, he might be slaughtered {PS: This seemed rather unlikely}. A very likely possibility was that the enchantress teacher, with her mind troubled by secrets known by an unrelated outsider, might mix shame with rage and commit suicide.

None of these three scenarios was something Liu wanted to see.

"There’s a kind of love～somewhere between sanctity and sin～" Cui Beixi seemed to find the answer in the other’s flickering gaze and dejectedly sat back down on the bed, muttering this line of poetry over and over. The moonlight cast a painful reflection on her tear-streaked face.

Liu was frantic; the last thing he wanted was for his lack of positioning to lead to the enchantress teacher’s mental breakdown. To tell the truth, Cui Beixi was one of the few in the Bimon Kingdom who had always treated him well. Liu was truly grateful to her, but to write a check with no funds was to quench one’s thirst with poison, which he feared even more.

"I’m going to sleep now! I will give you an answer soon. Just give me a little more time, trust me..." Liu rambled on, unable to hide his curse words. To be honest, at that moment, he didn’t even know what he was saying anymore. The one thing clear in his mind was to get out the door as soon as he finished speaking. If the enchantress teacher tried to stop him, he would push her away.

Staying here any longer, Liu was certain he would go mad—pretending to be Mourinho was no good deed. This guy’s private life was a total mess. Liu used to think he was very impressive, but it turned out to be so distressing, nowhere near his own level.

"Jose..."

Just as Liu had turned to leave, he was startled by this call.

"Come closer to me, just one more look, please," begged Cui Beixi. She didn’t latch onto his collar and explode in anger as Liu had expected. Instead, she gently embraced his back. Although her tone was full of despair and melodious sorrow, there was no sign of an impending tantrum, but rather a gentleness that was touching.

Liu thought to himself that this was bad—it sounded like the last words before a suicide!

After a brief consideration, Liu made what he thought was the perfect decision. After this one look, he would appease her, then immediately leave, wake up Gortani and Golinny, and ask them to watch over Cui Beixi to prevent her from doing something foolish like slicing her throat or hanging herself.

Then he could slip away in the confusion. Liu let out a long sigh.

Cui Beixi gently took Liu’s hand, sitting askew at the edge of her bed covered in down and a canopy fit for a princess. A slender finger hooked under Liu’s chin and pulled him close until his face was near the twinkling, cold stars in Cui Beixi’s eyes.

Moonlight filtered through the fine mother-of-pearl inlay, forming a beam of clarity that quietly spilled over her floral smile. The tears miraculously vanished as if they had never marred her face. In that instant, Liu felt a profound happiness from Cui Beixi’s glancing gaze. Liu, who was engulfed by embarrassment, anxiety, and shame, also found himself gradually imbued with happiness, and his long-tensed nerves finally relaxed.

The happiness she needed was so easily attainable, so why could she never fully possess it? Liu heard the sigh from the depths of his own heart.

In the chamber with the windows closed, unexpectedly, a gentle breeze blew through. It passed the gauzy curtains and filled the room with a fragrant breeze.

In that moment, with the gossamer, moonlit dance, Cui Beixi seated at the edge of the bed seemed to almost transcend the worldly, with a sense of departing on the wind. Liu nearly had the illusion that this woman had been waiting for him from the boundless wasteland of time, destined for this encounter.

If Mourinho had been the one standing here at this moment, Liu was convinced that even if he were the most spineless of men, he would be moved by the genuine emotions of the enchantress teacher Cui Beixi and let go of everything for her, if only for this unchanged devotion of many years—sadly, the one standing here was none other than Liu himself.

All Liu could offer was a long, deep sigh.

Seeing the fleeting emotion of being moved within her lover’s eyes turn to despair, Cui Beixi’s gaze first filled with disappointment, then desperation.

A green light shot out from the enchantress teacher’s pupils, too close for Liu to evade. Even if he had possessed elemental power, which he didn’t, he probably wouldn’t have been able to dodge it.

Liu felt a chill in his heart, knowing all was lost.

Others might not know, but Liu was all too aware that this was the Medusa clan’s racial ability—"Gaze Petrification Technique"! Liu had once experienced its might in Félengcui. This weak ability, only effective at a range of one yard and requiring the gaze to meet the opponent’s eyes, was ruthlessly powerful—once hit, whether you were Saint Chiao or a Super-level Warcraft, you’d be petrified for three hours.

Liu Zhenhan, completely petrified, fell into utter despair. Now he was no different from a fish on a chopping board, for due to the petrification, he no longer had the chance to remove the "Transformation Totem." Not only that, but even the right to speak had been stripped from him, as his tongue had turned to stone. His innate ability, "Shadow Assault," belonging to his foreign elf race, allowed him to control an opponent’s body by manipulating shadows. The distance now would have been just right, but sadly, he was wearing the "Shield-all Totem," which blocked any elemental power—any elemental power! What a concept!

Uncontrollably, Liu Zhenhan’s thoughts went to all the foolish things that girls, abandoned by their unfaithful lovers, would likely do in a fury—ninety-nine percent of the time.

But now, other than maintaining a forward-leaning posture, all he could do was watch, wide-eyed.

It was over. Liu Zhenhan had never imagined that after rampaging across the Aegean Continent for a lifetime, he would meet his downfall because of a counterfeit.

"Jose..." Cui Beixi’s eyes held not a hint of madness, clear as the calmest crystal and moonlight. In her voice, aside from shyness, there was a strand of deep affection you could almost hear.

"I know, there’s no longer any possibility for us. Your gaze has made that clear to me. Ridiculously, it’s only now that I’m willing to admit and accept it... Please forgive me, women are always fond of fantasizing... Unrealistic fantasies..." The Medusa mentor suddenly let out a series of giggles, her hands cupping the moonlight spilling from the dome’s mother-of-pearl inlay.

Liu Zhenhan felt that in her laughter, countless words of deep sorrow and infatuation were interwoven in a bizarre way, sending chills down his spine.

"I’ve come to understand; I know you’ve loved me, and that’s enough." Her tear-filled eyes drew closer, gazing into Liu Zhenhan’s frantic ones: "Jose, don’t blame me."

"Seventeen years ago, you must have had a premonition, hadn’t you?" Cui Beixi gently caressed Liu Zhenhan’s face: "I know, I know everything... You were worried that if that day never came, whether I could find another true place to belong... I know, I know everything... You truly loved me... Actually, seventeen years ago, I gave you my heart and myself... Yours alone..."

Liu Zhenhan’s heart could barely take any more...

Kampas, save me! Liu Zhenhan implored the god of war, time and again trying to harness the elemental power, but each attempt was in vain.

"There will be no future for us... don’t worry... I won’t make things difficult for you anymore... From now on, I will never come to look for you... When your face bursts into a brilliant smile... then I can truly be happy..." Cui Beixi bit her lips desperately, her severe trembling soon causing blood to seep out the corners of her mouth.

The glow of motherhood rippled across Cui Beixi’s face, filling her dimples deeply.

"...I was naive... It’s too impossible..." Cui Beixi mocked herself with self-pity, her gaze locking onto the handsome face of Xibe Mourinho.

"Jose, if time could flow backward again, I would still have no regrets about my choices back then." No matter how Cui Beixi forced a smile, no matter how she wiped her tears, the surging tears relentlessly streamed from her eyes.

The night deepened, and at some deserted street corner, a lovelorn girl stood alone, singing that ancient ballad of waiting for her lover.

"There is a kind of love~

That lies between sanctity and sin~

At the river mouth where the stars drift westward~

While the masses still dream~

I sit alone~

Waiting for the ferry~"

Liu Zhenhan’s eyes grew wet.