Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Su Yunrong emerged from seclusion in the third year after Chu Yi became the Demon Venerable. Back when something had happened to Chu Yi, she had gone into closed-door cultivation.

Now that she had returned to the world, she was, without question, the strongest cultivator of her generation.

And Chu Yi, far away in the Demon Palace, was so happy when he heard the news about Su Yunrong that he couldn’t sleep.

He told me Yunrong was the last bit of warmth hidden in his heart.

By then, I had already developed improper thoughts about Chu Yi. The moment I heard that, I turned into a jealous mess and pressed him, my words reeking of vinegar. “Then what about me? What about me?”

Chu Yi froze outright. He clearly hadn’t caught up, and he didn’t understand why I would compare myself to Su Yunrong.

After all, in his eyes, only his former fiancée was a woman.

Everyone else was just background noise.

After a long while, he finally squeezed out, “You… you’re my little brother.”

I saw the fabric at the toes of his dark boots shift twice.

I truly hadn’t expected my question to embarrass Chu Yi so badly that his toes would start digging into the ground.

I couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed too. Before that moment, Chu Yi probably hadn’t even realized I was female.

And a pretty young woman at that.

Because of this, I didn’t bicker with Chu Yi for three whole days. Chu Yi couldn’t stand the loneliness,

so he secretly ran off to Xiaoyin Peak again to see his Yunrong,

to mourn the love they had lost.

At last, half a month later, he witnessed Su Yunrong and the Male Lead, Han Yu, sharing a romantic moment under the moonlight.

Chu Yi came back with a face as black as thunder.

That night, Chu Yi sat alone on the roof of the Demon Palace, gazing up at the moon all night.

But in the lifeless, oppressive Demon Realm, where would there be any moon?

Chu Yi was only lifting his head to look at the person in his heart.

He truly couldn’t understand it. His betrothal to Su Yunrong had been arranged when they were still children.

Back then, after he was discovered to have the bloodline of the Demon Race and was expelled from his sect, the former genius, the pride of his school, became someone anyone could step on.

Only Su Yunrong did not kick him while he was down. When he left the sect with nothing but the white robes on his back, she held an umbrella over him and escorted him all the way to the foot of the mountain gate.

Chu Yi said he would always remember that moment. Yunrong was like a beam of light left in the depths of his heart, keeping him from falling into complete despair over this bleak world.

“Then what about me?” I asked him again.

“I was the one who suffered with you and took beatings with you. I was the one who fled across the world with you. I was the one who nearly lost half my life gathering medicine for you. I was the one who held your gravely wounded, unconscious body and cried until midnight.”

“Su Yunrong held an umbrella for you when you were in the rain, so you loved her. But Chu Yi, for that long, muddy road afterward, I was the one who walked it with you. Chu Yi, you have no conscience.”

As I spoke, tears rolled from my eyes, one after another, splashing down and soaking the front of my clothes.

Chu Yi did not respond. He had long since gotten thoroughly drunk. At that moment, he was leaning on my shoulder, mumbling drunken nonsense in a daze, the thick scent of wine enveloping me.

I sobbed until I could hardly catch my breath.

But what filled my heart even more was a heavy confusion, pressing down on me until I almost couldn’t breathe.

All of a sudden, I remembered that I had already been in the world of this book for seven years.

But I had no friends or family, no career, no ideals.

I only had Chu Yi. I could only stay by his side and watch him grieve for someone else.

I might have been the most pathetic transmigrator there ever was.

At that moment, my dependence on Chu Yi began to waver.