Four-Faced Buddha [To My Shore] - Chap 106
Chapter 106 I Just Love You
“So, I accidentally rear-ended you with my car, and you, in revenge, had someone run me over in the same way?”
The curry aroma was strong, but after a while, it felt too heavy; the champagne-colored roses were vibrant, but the long shadows cast by their branches and leaves under the lamplight were eerie and terrifying.
The room was extremely quiet, so quiet that you could hear the two of them breathing, one lightly and the other heavily.
Fan Xiao took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, then took it off in frustration, holding it between his fingers, the blood slowly soaking the tobacco.
“So, dreams do end.” He gave a self-deprecating laugh, looking at You Shulang, “I was the one who had someone run you over, just to get revenge.”
The blood-stained cigarette was put back in his mouth, the end of the pipe trembling slightly: “I’ve done so many bad things that I don’t even remember them anymore. I thought my thunder had all exploded, and I could stay by your side in peace.”
Fan Xiao had never felt so cold before, a chill spreading from the bottom of his heart to his fingertips, almost uncontrollably trembling.
Suddenly, the cold fingers warmed as someone grasped Fan Xiao’s injured hand.
You Shulang lifted the hand again, took a tissue, and wiped away the blood. His eyes lowered, and he asked without any emotion, “Think carefully, is there anything else I don’t know?”
Fan Xiao’s mind went blank; he couldn’t even process You Shulang’s question. All his senses were focused on the soft, warm fingertips supporting his hand.
“Hmm?” After wiping away the blood and changing the cotton swab, You Shulang raised his eyelids and glanced at Fan Xiao.
Contrary to the expected anger and accusation, You Shulang’s calmness was even more unsettling. Fan Xiao pondered repeatedly before replying softly, “There shouldn’t be… anything else.”
“Hmm.” You Shulang used the same word, only changing the tone. His hands didn’t stop; he repeatedly applied medicine to the reopened wound with a cotton swab, then changed the bandage and wrapped the injured hand.
After doing all this, he took a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and then looked at Fan Xiao seriously: “Light me a cigarette.”
“Huh? Okay.” Fan Xiao hurriedly went to find matches.
It took him three strikes to get a flame. You Shulang lowered his head slightly and lightly kissed his cheeks in the dim light.
He exhaled the smoke and said, “Fan Xiao, all the things you did before, whether right or wrong, immoral or perverted, are like this cigarette. Once it’s burned out, the smoke dissipates, and it’s all forgotten.” He tapped the cigarette on the ashtray and continued, “I’m accepting you again because I’m looking at the future, for what’s to come. Do you understand?”
The room fell silent again. Fan Xiao’s expression changed from dejected to stunned, and finally to astonished. After a long while, he seemed to understand the meaning behind You Shulang’s words. His withered eyes gradually brightened, filled with unbelievable joy.
“Is it what I understand?” His sexy Adam’s apple bobbed. “You don’t blame me anymore?”
You Shulang exhaled a puff of smoke and said calmly, “I still blame you. I’ll find a chance for you to make it up to me later.”
A dying man, suddenly given a chance at life, Fan Xiao excitedly reached out to hug You Shulang, but he stopped her with one hand, took off his cigarette, and said, “There are a few more things we need to make clear.”
“From now on, you are just Fan Xiao, my lover. You don’t need to be insecure, and you don’t need to be so careful around me.” You Shulang extinguished his cigarette, stroked Fan Xiao’s cheek, his thumb caressing it, and whispered, “What I want is you, not some sinner or someone to atone for their sins. The past should be put behind us, forgotten. I don’t want to think about it anymore, and you shouldn’t hold onto it either.”
He wiped Fan Xiao’s reddened eyes, his voice softening, “In relationships, we are equal. No one is inferior.” He smiled, “Even if you really were a jerk before.”
“Shulang.” Fan Xiao hugged the man in front of him tightly, a man worthy of the whole world’s love, his Chinese slurred with Thai.
“What are you saying?” You Shulang asked.
Fan Xiao fell silent instantly, averting his gaze: “…saying you’re my…Bodhisattva. I know you don’t like it, I won’t say it again.”
You Shulang leaned down and stroked Fan Xiao’s thick eyelashes: “I’m not some Bodhisattva, I just…love you.”
Author’s Note: I
have a bad cold, so that’s all for today, a bit short, sorry.
From now on, it will be purely sweet with no angst, and Fan Xiao will return to his cool and charming self.
Lastly, I love Director You so much.
