chapter 189 The Shadow Cast Down
“I’m sorry…”
The voice of apology was not from Ig.
Verafia gently held him in her arms. The luxurious hem of her red dress was stirred by a faint breeze. She raised her cheek, like an exquisite artwork, maintaining a gentle smile.
However, a warm tear fell on his shoulder, as if it had fallen from the girl’s eyes, breaking through her pure and flawless skin. Her voice was slightly trembling with sobs.
She suddenly lifted her head, took a slight breath, and with a gentle smile on her delicate face, she shifted slightly to look at the young man.
“I promised you I wouldn’t use that kind of power, and that I’d always be with you…but I broke my promise again.”
Her voice was still as clear and beautiful as in the past, more melodious and gentle than her cheerful words in the past. But in Ig’s heart, it brought even more sadness.
“Veer…” It was still a bitter voice, so much so that he couldn’t even utter it.
This foolish girl, why, even now, would she pretend to be strong, preferring to be sad and hurt alone?
Even going so far as to take the blame upon herself, just because she didn’t want him to blame himself or be sad?
But, we had agreed that I should be the one to protect you… Why wouldn’t you even leave me the qualification to do so?
He couldn’t help but think of the vow he had secretly made in his heart not long ago… He had sworn to protect the girl, yet now he saw her hurt in front of him again.
Ridiculous… And every time, he could only watch the girl he loved pay the price and sacrifice for him. And he, besides cheap anger and sadness, could do nothing.
The tears in his eyes were not truly shed, they were evaporated by the high temperature from the girl’s body.
Ig hugged her tightly. Like a delicate flower, she was embraced tightly, piercing his chest, and even though it hurt, he was unwilling to let go for even a moment.
The girl’s body flowed with the divine power of flames, every thread burning his skin.
“Don’t, Ig, it will hurt… Even if you’ve gone through her trial, this fire will hurt you…”
It wasn’t the burning pain on his body, but the gentle and pleasant voice of the girl he loved that felt like sharp needles piercing his heart.
Ig suddenly felt an irrepressible sadness again.
The last time he had shed tears without restraint was because of his mistake, fearing that he would lose her forever. But now, it was not just sadness, but a more unbearable pain that tightly twisted his heart.
It was like greedy ants, cruelly biting and gnawing at his emotions.
He suddenly felt a kind of pathetic self-deprecation. In the past, he worried that he was not worthy of such a perfect and gorgeous girl, that he could not stand in front of her.
But now, Ig wished he had never met her.
“If I hadn’t been there… would Young Lady have been hurt so much? Would she still be the lovable and envied Young Lady she was?”
But, Ig knew that such thoughts were just cowardly escapism.
The more he came into contact with the girl’s flames, the tighter Ig held her.
It was as if by actively embracing the blazing flames, the girl’s fire could ignite him, and he could merge with the girl he loved.
“Ig, don’t do this…”
The girl’s gentle voice sounded in his ear, and then, her pure and smooth fingertips grasped his palm.
With her touch, the burning pain of the flames on his body lessened slightly. It was as if the girl had voluntarily merged her flames into his body.
Ig’s palm tightened involuntarily. He wanted to raise his head, but Verafia gently pulled him back.
He saw Verafia’s slight smile and her gentle golden eyes.
“How could I not have met Ig… If it weren’t for you, I definitely wouldn’t be the girl I am today.”
Her face showed a slight smile, but in Ig’s eyes, it was like a piece of glass, delicate and perfect, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch.
“Young Lady…”
Verafia gently shook her head, stopping his voice. The faint firelight reflected on her delicate face, and her youthful lips curled into a gentle curve.
“Originally, I was just a vengeful spirit, and my greatest desire was to kill Lancaster.”
“And, at first, I was just deceiving you, this guy, and ended up becoming such a young lady with a bad temper…”
That’s right… a spoiled and ill-tempered young lady. Clearly, at that time, I was just pretending. It was all because I met this hateful guy…
Even though I am male, and I don’t care about my past identity, why do I sincerely want to become a girl?
Was it because she enjoyed Ig’s indulgence and care, and didn’t want to bear the sadness and pain alone anymore? Did she want to find support in the boy she relied on?
His shining golden eyes stared blankly for a brief moment, then were gently cut by her slender eyelashes.
Verafia couldn’t help but be reminded of the scene that had flashed through her mind when she had drawn the Flame Sword before.
She yearned and hoped to become a real girl, to taste sweet flower tea, and to play with the person she liked in fields filled with the fragrance of flowers and birdsong…
But, all of this was because she had someone she liked and cared about.
Otherwise, under the sword of vengeance, wouldn’t any sweet and soft yearning be easily burned like pale flower petals?
Because of Ig, Little Fei… she became Verafia. Not the woman who held the sword of destruction in her hand just now, so indifferent that it even frightened her.
Her eyes moistened slightly, but Verafia suppressed it.
Verafia struggled to lift the corners of her lips, her youthful, pure face tilted up. In the young man’s eyes, it looked like a girl’s petulant annoyance. Her big golden eyes widened, and she glared at him.
“Hmph, it must be because Ig indulges me and spoils me too much. If no one likes Young Lady in the future, you’ll have to take all the blame…”
“Veer…”
Ig looked into her eyes. He had wanted to say, “You are my Young Lady, and I will always like you…” But the words turned pale as they reached his lips and he couldn’t utter them.
He wrapped his arms around her and forcefully lowered his lips.
The girl flustered for a moment, but did not resist. As if proactively, she lightly tiptoed, raising her exquisitely beautiful face, like a work of art.
Under the tranquil moonlight, her slender shadow was cast. Her rose-like, youthful, and rosy lips met his feelings, and touched the burning emotion.
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I really don’t like writing this kind of content… it’s making me depressed, and I keep making typing errors while writing, and it keeps getting longer…
(Xiao Fei was supposed to come over in this chapter and finish her plot.)
PS: I recommend a friend’s book, “The Strange Silver-Haired Witch and the Sunshine Black-Bellied Prince,” but it doesn’t seem to be a gender-bender, just a pure female protagonist story…?
