amaotonovel Chapter 1057: Playing a Piece
Chapter 1057: Playing a Piece
Ling Ruowei's heart skipped a beat when she heard those words.
Getting closer to the past? How close?
But he had no doubts.
Because Jiang Yantian's voice was getting weaker and weaker.
Everything else can be faked, but the death aura on one's body cannot be faked.
After hesitating for a moment, she quietly moved the chair closer.
Its snow-white neck stretched out, drawing closer.
A few strands of black hair fell down, brushing against Jiang Yantian's nose.
The moment her warm breath brushed against her earlobe, Ling Ruowei couldn't help but shyly back away.
No no no!
So shameful.
How can we get close?
Men and women are different.
Moreover, it's someone you've only met once.
Her retreat prevented Jiang Yantian from properly enjoying her fragrance.
However, Jiang Yantian was not in a hurry.
Since he hadn't gotten close, he decided to form a preconceived notion.
"Fairy, there is a difference between men and women. You are getting too close, which will affect your reputation."
"You are so pure and innocent, how can I tarnish your reputation..."
Ling Ruowei's heart skipped a beat.
Unexpectedly, that's what he thought.
It seems that I am overthinking it.
She smiled and shook her head.
That smile was like a peerless snow lotus suddenly blooming on a snowfield frozen for ten thousand years.
There was a subtle warmth hidden within the coolness.
Pure and untouched by dust, yet vivid and soul-stirring.
Jiang Yantian was almost mesmerized.
Even though he had seen countless beauties, each of his own women was exceptionally beautiful.
But he was still very tempted.
Anyway, he would fall in love with every woman at least once.
This is a perfectly normal phenomenon.
It's just about color.
As if guided by some strange force, his hand, hidden under the blanket, seemed to have acquired its own will.
It was lifted up.
The movements were slow and trembling, like those of someone on the verge of death.
But to Ling Ruowei's slightly stunned gaze, his fingertips gently, with a hint of cautious probing.
He brushed aside a strand of her dark hair that had fallen beside her cheek.
His fingertips brushed against her cool, delicate earlobe.
Ling Ruowei froze instantly!
It felt like being struck by a tiny electric current.
Her beautiful eyes widened slightly, and for the first time, a clear look of bewildered astonishment appeared on her cool and aloof face!
She has never had contact with any man.
Not to mention this kind.
Even if it's so slight!
A strange, aggressively warm scent.
That brief touch forcefully invaded her mind.
However, before she could react...
Jiang Yantian quickly withdrew his hand as if he had exhausted himself.
He fell heavily back onto the soft couch.
Accompanied by a series of heart-wrenching coughs, his face seemed to turn even paler.
She spoke in a barely audible voice, forcibly changing the subject: "Cough...cough cough...Fairy...Fairy..."
He gasped for breath, "I was being presumptuous. In my eyes, the fairy is just like my wife."
"I couldn't control myself just now, and I apologize for being so presumptuous..."
This left Ling Ruowei at a loss for words.
Soon, however, Jiang Yantian's gaze held a longing.
They're resorting to moral blackmail and making demands again.
"The magical weapon that injured me, Fairy, was a zither, and its attack was also... the way of sound waves... I suppose Fairy's way of sound..."
"No, it must be that the fairy's mastery of music theory is divine..."
He gasped for breath, as if he had exhausted all his strength before he could finish speaking: "I...I wonder if I, a dying man...have the...good fortune to listen to...a celestial melody from a fairy?"
"If...if only...to return to heaven and earth amidst celestial music...it would not have been in vain..."
Ling Ruowei's chest heaved a few times.
The strange feeling I had just experienced was instantly dispelled by the other person's extremely bleak request, which was filled with the tragic color of a dying wish.
The slight anger that rose in her heart from being offended eventually transformed into a complex emotion that was hard to describe.
She paused for a moment, then nodded slightly.
Her lips parted slightly, and her cool voice carried a barely perceptible hint of gentleness: "Okay..."
With a gentle wave of her hand, the translucent zither, shimmering with moonlight, silently floated before her.
She cleared her mind of all distractions, her slender fingers like works of art sculpted from ice and jade.
It possesses an innate sense of rhythm.
It gently rested on those seemingly slender yet incredibly resilient strings.
Her gaze remained fixed on Jiang Yantian, who was lying on the soft couch, barely breathing.
With a focus she herself was unaware of.
Jiang Yantian slowly closed his eyes, pretending to listen intently.
A posture of being ready to embark on the journey with peace of mind.
Ling Ruowei felt a pang of sadness, and even her music theory took on a touch of melancholy.
Immediately following, ethereal and melodious music, as if flowing down from the heavens, filled the air.
It flowed from Ling Ruowei's fingertips.
Unlike the previous Ice Soul Mystic Sound, which was full of killing intent.
The music playing at this moment is pure, heavenly music that cleanses the soul.
At first, it sounded like a clear spring striking a stone, making a clear, tinkling sound.
Then, like a whispering wind in a secluded valley, it brushes past ancient, cold pines.
Suddenly it transforms into a cold pool under the moon, reflecting the tranquility of a sky full of stars.
Every note seems to contain the purest spiritual essence of heaven and earth, carrying the power to soothe the soul and cleanse the dust of the world.
It gently enveloped the entire island.
Jiang Yantian closed his eyes, but his mind was involuntarily drawn to the celestial music.
Even though he was a seasoned veteran of romance, he had to admit that Ling Ruowei's musical skills were indeed superb.
It points directly to the origin of the great principle of music.
The sound of the zither was ethereal and clear, completely different from the melodies he usually heard, which were either tender and poignant or passionate and fervent.
It has a unique, soul-stirring impact.
He was completely absorbed in it, his mind and body relaxed.
As he listened, Jiang Yantian fell asleep.
The atmosphere had completely subsided into a near-empty silence.
The meditative state of top-tier demonic cultivators is inherently indistinguishable from death in appearance.
Even the slightest hint of it was difficult to detect.
As Ling Ruowei played the zither, her fingertips landed on a long, resonant overtone.
Her eyes habitually swept over the figure on the soft couch.
His senses, too, were like the most intricate net, enveloping him.
But this time, it was empty!
That already faint life force vanished completely, like a candle flame that had been extinguished!
The music paused for an extremely subtle, almost imperceptible moment.
Ling Ruowei's pupils suddenly contracted.
A barely perceptible tremor came from the strings beneath the fingertips.
He... left?
Just... before her music had even finished?
This thought, like a cold needle, instantly pierced Ling Ruowei's cold heart.
She truly believed he had perished!
Was that steady heartbeat and breathing just now really... a final burst of energy before death?
Was the last glimmer of life she sensed vanishing, marking the end of their relationship?
An indescribable sour feeling instantly welled up in my nose.
It shattered her eternally frozen defenses.
Although it was just a chance encounter.
Although he had used vulgar language that angered her.
Although he disturbed her peace like an intruder.
But his deep affection for his deceased wife, his longing gaze at the sky before his death, and his unwavering devotion to her.
The tender, dreamy look in his eyes when he said, "She's just like her."
Like pebbles thrown into a frozen lake, they left ripples that could not be ignored.
The first time she played the zither for a man, it turned out to be... a farewell song.
The music continues.
Fingertips plucked the strings based on memory and instinct.
However, the melody in the second half could no longer maintain its initial clarity and ethereal quality.
An inescapable melancholy crept into the notes.
Like a thin mist enveloping a cold autumn pool.
Each glissando was accompanied by a barely perceptible sob.
Every strum of the vibrato contains a silent lament.
The music moves with the heart; this celestial melody is meant to soothe the soul.
At this moment, however, it became the vessel for the inexplicable sorrow in her heart.
She lowered her head slightly, her long eyelashes casting delicate shadows on her fair skin.
Perhaps she was too engrossed in the music, for it even affected her inner world.
Two lines of clear tears, like broken strings of icy jade beads, silently rolled down from her glassy eyes.
It grazed that aloof and stunningly beautiful face.