Chapter 42: A Glimmer of Hope for Revival

After the attendant quietly departed, Night Xuehui watched Ouyang Xiyue, who sat cross-legged on the floor, eyes closed in meditation, with keen interest.

At that moment, a ripple stirred within Night Xuehui’s heart.

‘Indeed, when this young man settles into quietude, he resembles a serene painting, beautiful enough to captivate one’s soul.

Alas, such a gracefully poised figure truly makes me feel inadequate.

Ouyang Xiyue…’

Night Xuehui’s gaze, as if drawn by a magnet, remained fixed upon Ouyang Xiyue’s delicate features.

Unconsciously, her thoughts drifted to the blind date her father had arranged for her—a beautiful woman, to be sure.

Yet, in Night Xuehui’s estimation, that woman was but a dim star compared to Ouyang Xiyue, unable to obscure his brilliant radiance.

She couldn’t recall when, but the myriad moments spent with Ouyang Xiyue had, like a warm spring breeze, gradually melted the hard layer of ice within Night Xuehui’s heart.

Her heart, against her will, began to ripple for him.

The self who once possessed a tranquil heart seemed to have subtly transformed the moment she met Ouyang Xiyue.

Why had all these changes occurred?

Night Xuehui’s mind was filled with questions.

As Night Xuehui remained lost in her thoughts, Ouyang Xiyue slowly opened his eyes.

Those large, expressive eyes, like twinkling stars, blinked as they met Night Xuehui’s gaze.

In that instant, time seemed to freeze.

“A ghost!”

Ouyang Xiyue, like a startled fawn, abruptly sprang from the ground, his scream piercing the silent air.

That single shriek, like a merciless blade, instantly shattered the previously pleasant atmosphere.

Night Xuehui helplessly patted her forehead, and looking at the flustered Ouyang Xiyue, she asked with a wry smile, “It’s me. Am I really so terrifying that I could scare you like this?”

Her expression immediately darkened.

“Ah… ah, so it’s you, Night Xuehui.

Well, not exactly.

I was just in the middle of meditating.

If it were you, suddenly opening your eyes to find a large face right in front of yours, perhaps your reaction would be even more intense than mine, hmph!”

Ouyang Xiyue pouted, his face full of indignation.

“Yes, yes, yes, I was wrong, alright?”

Night Xuehui sighed helplessly, forcing a bitter smile.

“Hey, you’re too superficial.

And how did you suddenly appear here?

How did you even know I was here?”

Ouyang Xiyue questioned, his face etched with confusion.

“I’m answering your questions very seriously, so how am I superficial?

As for why I’m here, I’d like to ask you the same thing: why did you take two weeks off to come here?

My family holds forty-eight percent of the shares in this company, making us the largest shareholder among the ten.

I tracked your phone’s location to find you, and the moment I entered, I told them I was looking for you, so they naturally brought me over.

It’s as simple as that.”

Night Xuehui explained calmly.

Upon hearing Night Xuehui’s words, Ouyang Xiyue couldn’t help but marvel inwardly.

‘As expected of the Night family; they actually hold such a significant stake in this nationwide chain company.

And looking at Night Xuehui’s nonchalant expression, it’s clear she doesn’t even consider these shares important.

This person is truly infuriating!

So what if they’re rich?

Though, come to think of it, it seems being rich truly allows one to do whatever they please…’

“What kind of rotten place is this?

I’m never coming here again.

What happened to protecting customer privacy?

This is utterly irresponsible; I absolutely must file a complaint!”

Ouyang Xiyue declared, puffing out his cheeks in annoyance.

Night Xuehui watched Ouyang Xiyue’s adorably sulking expression and couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.

Yet, the moment the sound escaped her lips, she realized her impropriety and swiftly suppressed her smile, reverting to her usual icy demeanor.

Ouyang Xiyue, however, paid no mind to Night Xuehui’s momentary amusement.

He had keenly latched onto a crucial piece of information—Night Xuehui, the usually aloof scion of the Night family, had actually smiled!

This was utterly unbelievable, like witnessing an iron tree bloom.

‘No, I absolutely must tease her about this.’

“Oh my, oh my, who would’ve thought?

Our Young Night actually smiles, what an eye-opener!

It’s such a pity I didn’t capture that moment; it surely would’ve charmed countless maidens.

You should smile more often in the future; it makes you look so charming!

Don’t keep a stern face all day, as if someone owes you money.

Smiling more is good for your physical and mental health, good girl~”

Ouyang Xiyue teased, growing bolder as he reached out and patted Night Xuehui’s head.

But the moment he finished, Ouyang Xiyue realized something terrible.

‘Wait, what did I just do?

In a moment of impulse, I actually patted the head of this Young Scion of the Night family, whose eyes seemed to look down upon all creation!’

‘Oh no, oh no, I’m completely doomed now; I’m definitely going to suffer.

Moxuan, older sister really wants to save you—bah, I mean older brother.

But older brother doesn’t even know if he’ll survive today; I can only try my best to live and then find a way to save you.’

‘You must protect older brother today, ensuring my safety.

As long as I survive, I, your older brother, will dig three feet deep to find a way to save you!’

“Forg… forgive me, please spare me…”

Ouyang Xiyue closed his eyes, despairingly awaiting fate’s judgment.

Night Xuehui was also somewhat surprised, having never expected Ouyang Xiyue to be so audacious as to pat her head.

However, she knew Ouyang Xiyue hadn’t done it intentionally.

Moreover, it seemed no one had touched her head in a very long time…

Observing Ouyang Xiyue’s tightly shut eyes and a face that seemed resigned to death, Night Xuehui again felt the urge to laugh, but she forcibly suppressed it.

If she were teased one more time, she truly might go mad.

Had it not been Ouyang Xiyue who was teasing her, she would have long since…

Night Xuehui silently walked over to Ouyang Xiyue’s side.

Without a word, she slowly raised her hand and gently stroked his head.

His soft hair, smooth as silk, glided through her fingertips, making Night Xuehui’s hand tingle slightly.

After stroking his head, she unconsciously brought her hand to her nose and inhaled.

‘So fragrant…’

Realizing the impropriety of her action, Night Xuehui’s face instantly flushed, and she inwardly chided herself for acting like a pervert.

Ouyang Xiyue cautiously opened his eyes and, seeing Night Xuehui standing so close beside him, couldn’t help but blink.

In that instant, his cheeks flushed crimson, like the brilliant twilight glow across the sky.

This was because, to his utter astonishment, Night Xuehui had actually stroked his head.

“What are you looking at?

Haven’t you ever seen someone’s head being stroked?

Alright, we’re even now.

Tell me, why did you come here?”

Night Xuehui said indifferently, deliberately avoiding Ouyang Xiyue’s gaze.

“Uh… well, can we not talk about it…?”

Ouyang Xiyue took two steps back, speaking in a hushed tone.

“Hmph, not tell me?

Dare to try!”

Night Xuehui said, revealing a sinister smile, and deliberately clenched her fist, her knuckles cracking audibly.

Ouyang Xiyue trembled with fear.

He wanted to resist, but he knew in his heart that resistance would be futile.

Thus, he could only force a smile and say, “Stop, stop, stop!

I’ll confess, I’ll tell you everything, alright?

Just calm down first.”

“Hmph, smart of you.

Speak, and it’s best not to force my hand.”

Ouyang Xiyue quickly organized his thoughts and slowly began, “Yesterday evening, as the sun was about to set, I found a young girl by a pile of trash.

She was wrapped in a burlap sack, her breath weak, on the verge of death, as if she could be taken by the grim reaper at any moment.

Just as I was consumed with anxiety, Yiluochen appeared.

She fed the girl a medicinal pill, which saved her life.

I brought the girl back to the dorm and, while cleaning her body, discovered how utterly tragic her ordeal had been.

Her body was covered in countless knife wounds and bruises, with congealed blood clinging to her skin.

The sight was truly unbearable to behold.

After the girl was revived, I let her sleep on my bed.

But to my shock, early this morning, I was awakened by Shangguan Yun’s scream.

Because that girl had actually committed suicide right before my eyes.

By the time I reacted, it was already too late; she had already passed away.

To allow her to depart with dignity, I froze both her and my bed, then found an excuse to request leave from my teacher.

Following that, I began searching everywhere for a way to revive the dead, which led me to the largest library in Holy Sea.

The scattered books on the floor are all ones I’ve looked through.

The reason I was meditating earlier was because I felt flipping through pages one by one was too slow, so I wanted to learn magic to read books quickly.

You know what happened after that…”

The more Ouyang Xiyue spoke, the more agitated he became.

Thinking of Moxuan, his hands involuntarily clenched into fists as he struggled to suppress the fury in his heart.

Listening to Ouyang Xiyue’s narration, Night Xuehui was momentarily bewildered; this plot was far too melodramatic, wasn’t it?

However, seeing Ouyang Xiyue desperately suppress his rage, she could imagine the brutal torment the young girl must have endured to incite such fury in the normally gentle and kind Ouyang Xiyue.

But did a method to revive the dead truly exist in this world?

Night Xuehui recalled having once seen a related account in an ancient book, but that tome had long been incomplete, with most of its contents lost and untraceable.

She had once dispatched people to search far and wide, expending vast amounts of manpower, materials, and financial resources, yet still found nothing.

Consequently, the matter had gradually been set aside.

In the quiet surroundings, Night Xuehui looked at Ouyang Xiyue, whose emotions were on the verge of spiraling out of control, and spoke softly, “Xiyue, calm down first and hear me out.

I once glimpsed a method to revive people in an ancient tome.

Unfortunately, that ancient book was exceedingly old, its crucial contents already missing, and there’s no concrete evidence to suggest this method truly can bring the deceased back to life.

Nevertheless, you needn’t despair too much.

I do know that methods to bring people back from the dead exist in this world; it’s just that my capabilities are limited, and I cannot achieve it.

Legend has it that the Pope or the Saintess of the Holy Light Church possesses such miraculous abilities.

You might consider trying your luck there; perhaps there will be a turning point.

However, the Pope has always been reclusive and does not easily grant audiences to outsiders; even I have only briefly seen him from a distance.”

As Night Xuehui spoke, she slowly walked over to Ouyang Xiyue, gently patting his shoulder with a gesture full of comfort.

“The Holy Light Church!”

A glimmer of hope instantly flashed in Ouyang Xiyue’s eyes, and he exclaimed excitedly, “That’s wonderful, truly wonderful!

This means Moxuan can still be saved!

Night Xuehui, I’m truly so grateful to you!”

Having said this, he instinctively embraced Night Xuehui tightly, then, like a gust of wind, he dashed away with incredible speed.

Night Xuehui felt the warmth emanating from Ouyang Xiyue’s body and was momentarily at a loss, awkwardly scratching her head.

She watched Ouyang Xiyue’s hurried departure with a helpless smile, then gently closed the door and slowly left.