FRGNM -Chapter 113 Something Happened

“One Line Sky? Why is it called that?” Ling Ruoxi raised an eyebrow as she looked at the person in front of her.

Beside her, Qingyi tapped his bamboo rod against the ground and smiled lightly. “It’s called that because the sea and sky meet, leaving only a single line of horizon—hence ‘One Line Sky.’ Golden sand, blue water—you’ll see a different side of yourself.”

“Oh?” Ling Ruoxi thought, in the end, it was just a beach. She saw similar things every day on Liuli Island. What was so special about it?

But when she actually arrived at One Line Sky, she was completely convinced.

The sun was setting, a blade of red slicing across the horizon. The sky and sea seemed completely divided at that moment, the sun devouring the horizon.

The red glow made it impossible to tell where the sky ended and the sea began. The rolling waves crashed against the rocks, spraying countless droplets that shimmered like blooming flowers.

The vast ocean seemed as if it could swallow the entire world. Standing here, one’s soul felt cleansed by the sea, pure and translucent.

“Come on, shout with me! Ling Ruoxi, you foolish woman!” The man standing on the sand kicked off his shoes and stomped onto the soft sand, yelling.

The echo lingered for a long time, filling Ling Ruoxi’s ears with an overwhelming rush of anger. She cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted back, “Luo Mingyu, you bastard!”

While the two of them played like this, Qingyi sat calmly on a nearby rock, tapping his bamboo rod lightly against the sand, his expression indifferent.

The sea breeze stirred his flowing hair, and though his green clothes looked worn, they could not hide his peerless elegance. The side of his face revealed as he turned slightly was mesmerizing, and at that moment, her heart felt captured by him.

No! Ling Ruoxi pinched her own face, hiding behind the rocks and creeping forward. That damn brat had tricked her, and even worse—he had stolen her silver!

Her eyes widened as she saw the black-clad figure approaching, lifting a stone to throw.

“How beautiful… do you like this place?” The man sitting calmly smiled, extending his pale hand into the air as if trying to grasp something, but letting it slip through his fingers.

“When I was little, my mother told me, if something makes you unhappy, speak to the sea. The sea will listen. If you’ve done something wrong, confess to the sea. The sea will forgive. The sea can encompass everything… isn’t that right?” He spoke as if to himself, but also to the person behind him, his smile serene and gentle.

The hand in front of him paused. Behind him, the woman frowned, eyes on the coin pouch at his waist. Carefully, she set down her stone and reached for the pouch from the rocks.

The bulging pouch contained hundreds of taels of silver—enough to treat her brother’s injuries. Excited, she crept closer, unaware that the man in front of her was already smiling.

The slender, warm hand pressed over hers. “Didn’t I say? If something makes you unhappy, tell it to the sea. The sea will hear you.”

“You… you’re not blind!” The crouching woman’s face changed dramatically. She stared at Qingyi, whose eyes shone like stars, dark and piercing as if they could swallow her whole.

At that moment, Qingyi’s heart skipped a beat too, as if something had burst out of his mind. He stared at her, his previously unshakable composure crumbling. “Qingqing… is that you?”

“What Qingqing? My name is He Yunxu! Hey, blind man… no, fraud! Give me back my money!” He Yunxu hissed, feeling something off about him.

The previously composed man’s gaze suddenly burned intensely, staring straight at her, sending shivers down her spine.

“Can it really be Qingqing? Hahaha…” Thinking of something, the deepest dream in his heart shattered. Qingyi released He Yunxu’s hand, closing his eyes slowly. He handed her the pouch. “Here’s your money. Tell me—why did you steal?”

“Why should I tell you?” She raised her brow and quickly opened the pouch. Indeed, her money was inside, along with his. There was enough silver to treat Wuyun.

“If you tell me, I’ll give you another pouch.” He opened the pouch—inside was gold!

He Yunxu gasped. So much money… but this was already enough. She tied the pouch quickly. “Stealing? This is borrowing. I’ll return it later. First time I’ve ever borrowed something and ended up getting more money for it.”

She turned to leave, glancing at the two sitting on the sand. One day, she thought, she’d come here with the man she loved most, to sit and watch the sunrise and sunset together.

But this time, they missed each other. That woman who looked just like Qingqing…

“Qingyi, when I grow up, I’ll marry you, okay?”

“Qingyi, don’t leave me, pinky swear!”

“Qingyi, we’ll always be together, right? Promise, we won’t leave each other…”

“Qingyi… sorry, forget me…”

Qingyi’s fists were clenched so tightly his veins bulged. He lowered his head, instinctively touching his chest—pain as if someone had stabbed him, so deep it made him hard to breathe.

“We… will always be together, right, Qingqing?” He drew a deep breath. Rising, Qingyi said, “After tomorrow, I’ll leave here. If anything happens, you can find me at the Fuhua Inn.”

“Ha! Who’s coming to find you? Doesn’t matter where you go, I’ll find you eventually, and I’ll return your money,” He Yunxu called, waving as she walked on the sand.

Luo Mingyu patted Qingyi’s shoulder and raised an eyebrow. “Let her go just like that? You weren’t always such a softie. With your temper, you’d definitely tease that woman—this is unusual.”

“No matter, let’s go back,” Qingyi said with a faint smile. The old Qingyi was long gone; now, he no longer cared. The habit of teasing might just remain.

Meanwhile, in a dilapidated courtyard, a young woman hurriedly entered, heading for a familiar room.

“Wuyun, I’m back! I have money, we can—” Her voice stopped abruptly. She froze in horror. On the ground, Wuyun lay motionless, his head bleeding from a stone impact.

“Wuyun! Wuyun!” She ripped cloth from her clothing to bandage him. His back was split open, pus flowing, the wound pale and raw.

“Hold on, Wuyun! I’ll take you to a doctor right now!” She lifted him onto a cart, securing him with ropes, gripping tightly as she slowly moved toward the street.

Wuyun, pale and weak, whispered, “Sister… give up… there’s no hope…”

“Shut up! You’ll stay here and survive. I said I’d save you! You’re my only brother!”

Quietly sitting, he thought of her face, turning his ring in his hand. The sadness filling his heart multiplied a thousandfold.

“Qingyi, are you there?” Ling Ruoxi knocked on Qingyi’s door and kicked it open.

Inside, he still sat on the chair, eyes closed, calm.

“Someone’s here for you… the girl from today, are you seeing her?” Ling Ruoxi raised an eyebrow.

Qingyi frowned slightly. “No. What’s past is past.”

“Hey, did you do something to that little girl? Her eyes are swollen from crying, her hands and shoulders marked by ropes. Didn’t you notice? You still like—”

“What!” Qingyi jumped up and pushed Ling Ruoxi aside, running outside.

Ling Ruoxi was stunned. “Wait, what? Didn’t you just say you wouldn’t see her? Since when did Qingyi become like this?”

“When love comes, a person changes completely. That woman… she looks a lot like his wife,” Luo Mingyu said with a faint smile, holding the man in his arms.

“Qingqing… you… no, miss, what’s wrong?” He panicked, rushing downstairs.

Outside, a woman stood, soaked in sweat, her hands marked by rope, shoulders chafed. Her long black hair hung wet. Hearing Qingyi’s voice, she raised her head.

Tears fell from her eyes. The strong-willed woman of today was gone. She was now just a fragile girl, standing outside the inn, pale, lips bitten and bleeding, blood sliding down her mouth.