0p0 Chapter 220 What do you want me to admit?
Chapter 220 What do you want me to admit?
The cold wind howled, and Shen Feiwan felt that Bo Junxing's voice seemed to tremble in the wind.
She felt things were getting complicated. She pressed her tongue against her back teeth and said, "That's not what you said earlier."
Her voice was carried on the wind, "You didn't admit that you took that bullet specifically for me."
Ha, Bo Junxing is ridiculous.
He suddenly reached out and grabbed Shen Feiwan's wrist, his knuckles turning white from the force.
His eyes were red, as if they were blurred by the wind and snow, and his Adam's apple bobbed. "What do you want me to admit? Admit that all I've done is because I can't let go of you, that I can't live without you?"
He glared at Shen Feiwan and abruptly released her hand. "Just some random stranger won't take a bullet for you!"
“…………” Shen Feiwan was stunned by his reddened eyes.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” she whispered.
"Yes!" Bo Junxing suddenly roared, "I should have just watched you die!"
He was panting heavily. "My world will be at peace if you die. Are you satisfied with this answer?"
Snowflakes landed on his face, melting and leaving tear stains.
Shen Feiwan felt as if Bo Junxing's voice was being swept onto her face by the cold wind, leaving her feeling disoriented.
She was really in a difficult position. "Don't get agitated, or your wound will bleed again. Let me check it over."
The flashlight beam fell on Bo Junxing again, and Shen Feiwan carefully pulled open his coat.
The white gauze inside was soaked with blood. Shen Feiwan frowned and said, "Look, all the medicine I applied earlier was wasted..."
Bo Junxing suddenly burst out laughing, his laughter tinged with self-mockery, "You think you're so calm and collected?"
He abruptly slapped her hand away, saying, "Don't touch me."
“Okay…” Shen Feiwan withdrew her hand and warmed it over the fire. “Why are you still angry?”
The firelight danced on her eyelashes. "Let's continue what we were saying. You know the whole story and all my secrets now. I'm not afraid to die, really."
Her voice softened, "But I can't implicate my friends. Can you promise me that you will never mention this to anyone again?"
“Ha,” Bo Junxing stared at the flickering flames, “What if I don’t agree?”
“Look,” Shen Feiwan said with a wry smile, “we can’t talk anymore. No matter what happens in the end, we’ll just end up in your dead end.”
"My dead end?" Bo Junxing suddenly looked up, the firelight shattering into tiny stars in his eyes. "I'll agree if you want, but you'd better treat me a little better."
Shen Feiwan's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
She slowly raised her head, and in the firelight, her gaze towards Bo Junxing was complex and unreadable. She remained silent for a long time.
A cold wind whipped up sparks and snowflakes, raging between the two of them. Tiny snowflakes slapped against their faces, causing a slight stinging sensation.
Bo Junxing looked at her. Although there was less than an arm's length between them, Bo Junxing felt as if there were mountains and seas between them.
He tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a self-deprecating bitter smile; his pale face appeared exceptionally fragile in the firelight.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" His words were almost drowned out by the sound of the wind and snow.
Shen Feiwan frowned deeply, somewhat incredulous. "Are you serious?"
Bo Junxing looked at her and chuckled, "What do you mean by being serious? Can you speak more clearly? I'm injured, I've lost a lot of blood, and my brain isn't getting enough blood. I don't have time to beat around the bush with you."
Shen Feiwan took a deep breath, the firelight flickering in her eyes. "I thought you were taking all this revenge on me because you were unwilling to accept it, because you hated me, because you wanted me to admit defeat and submit. But now, you're talking to me about feelings?"
"Hehe." Bo Junxing chuckled softly, his laughter tinged with an indescribable bitterness.
He raised his eyes, his dark pupils seemingly filled with wind and snow, a hazy gray expanse.
He said, "You sound so heartless. Do you think I'm ridiculous right now?"
"Of course I don't think you're ridiculous, it's just..." She stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence.
"But what?" Bo Junxing pressed on persistently.
Shen Feiwan said, "You are not what I imagined or expected."
"Is that so?" Bo Junxing suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist. "What kind of person do you expect me to be?"
Shen Feiwan did not struggle, letting him hold her. "You are cold-hearted and have physical desires, but you are not interested in romantic love. You can sleep with me, or you can separate from me. When you sleep with me, you can make me feel so good that I'm dripping with juices, and when you separate from me, you will never be reluctant to leave me."
She raised her head and looked directly into Bo Junxing's eyes. "You should be this kind of person, Bo Junxing. You shouldn't be here telling me to be nicer to you. I only dared to drag you into this mess because you promised me you wouldn't get involved in relationships."
"........."
Bo Junxing suddenly released his grip. He leaned against the rock wall, his gaze sweeping over Shen Feiwan's face inch by inch, not missing a single subtle change in her expression.
He could tell that she felt it was a burden, and she was getting a little annoyed.
He slowly closed his eyes, leaned against the cold rock, and made no more sound.
He felt he had lost, lost completely.
He lost to Shen Feiwan, and he also lost to himself.
He originally thought that he was just unwilling to accept Shen Feiwan, but when the bullet went straight for her brow, his heart clenched, and all his reason and pretense, his heart and his feelings were thrown into chaos at that moment.
Shen Feiwan had no idea what he was thinking. The flickering firelight cast swaying shadows on his pale face. Shen Feiwan stared at him for a long time before finally speaking again.
"What are you doing? You shouldn't be that fragile, right? This isn't the Bo Junxing I know."
Bo Junxing kept his eyes closed, his eyelashes casting dappled shadows in the firelight.
Understand? He chuckled inwardly, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips.
He himself no longer understands himself.
He acted like an idiot and took a bullet for her, only to be met with her disdain.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Shen Feiwan sighed and added a piece of firewood to the fire. "Can you please say yes?"
Her voice softened a bit, "The identities of Eagles members really can't be revealed. Actually, if you really need it, I can pretend to be nice to you and pretend to care about you like before. But I can't be tied to you. I have to be free, to do whatever I want and go wherever I want."
Bo Junxing opened his eyes.
Unbindable... Freedom... Go wherever you want... Break up whenever you want... Ha.
A smirk appeared on his lips, his voice hoarse beyond belief, "Can you please stop bothering me, you scumbag?"
Shen Feiwan frowned. "Our relationship was consensual. I never lied to you about my feelings, not even about your emotions. What kind of scumbag woman am I?"
Bo Junxing gave a weak laugh, "I'm begging you, please, just do me a favor..."
His voice grew softer and softer, as if it might dissipate into the wind and snow at any moment, "Let me have some peace and quiet..."
Shen Feiwan opened her mouth, but ultimately swallowed her words.
She silently took out the only blanket from her backpack and gently covered Bo Junxing with it.
The blanket was thin, so she carefully tucked in the edges and then added a few thick branches to the fire.
After sitting silently for a while, she suddenly got up, brushed the snow off her trousers, and turned to Bo Junxing, saying, "I'll go find some more firewood. I won't go far."
Bo Junxing did not respond.
Shen Feiwan didn't delay any longer, grabbed a flashlight and headed outside.
Her footprints in the snow were quickly covered by fresh snow, and she trudged through the snow, searching for dry branches nearby.
When she returned this time, the light that had guided her was no longer outside the rocks.
She threw the tree branch she had picked up on the ground with a "whoosh".
"Bo Junxing?" Shen Feiwan called his name, but received no response.
Her heart suddenly raced, a bad feeling creeping over her. "Bo Junxing?"
This time she raised her voice eight octaves, but the other party still did not respond.
Her brows furrowed instantly, and she rushed to Bo Junxing's side.
"Bo Junxing?" She reached out and gently patted his cheek. "Are you asleep?"
The skin her fingers touched was as cold as iron. Startled, she frowned and quickly checked his breath.
Her fingers were too cold to feel anything. Shen Feiwan hurriedly pulled open Bo Junxing's collar.
She placed her entire palm on the side of his neck until she felt the faint but continuous throbbing, then she let out a long breath.
The white mist she exhaled dissipated in the cold air, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
“Cold…” Bo Junxing suddenly uttered a single word as if in a trance.
Shen Feiwan quickly warmed her hands by the fire, then carefully cupped his face in her hands. "Now, do you feel any better?"
“Cold…” Bo Junxing murmured again.
Shen Feiwan frowned, then leaned down and pressed her face against it.
Her cheeks were still slightly warm from her journey. "And now?"
"Cold... Shen Feiwan... cold..."
Bo Junxing's voice was as light as a feather falling to the ground. Only then did Shen Feiwan realize that he was not awake at all, but was just murmuring unconsciously.
She remained motionless, watching the firelight dance on his pale face.
"Sigh..." She sighed deeply, her warm breath brushing against Bo Junxing's earlobe. "Bo Junxing, this is what I owe you. Thank you for taking this bullet for me. This time, I've dragged you into this mess."
Her voice was soft, yet it carried an unprecedented seriousness.
After warming Bo Junxing's body for a while, Shen Feiwan carefully moved him to make him more comfortable.
While she was doing these things, Bo Junxing was still unconsciously muttering to himself.
“Cold…” he kept repeating.
Shen Feiwan reached out and touched his forehead again, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no sign of fever.
She helped Bo Junxing lie flat on the ground, and then she adjusted her own position and lay down as well.
She was lying slightly higher than Bo Junxing. In the howling wind, she unzipped her down jacket and wrapped Bo Junxing's upper body inside her clothes.