Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1189: Not Even a Trace of Soul Remains
The young man smiled bitterly, without answering Mu Han’s words, and instead reached out his translucent hand, gently touching his face.
"Brother Mu Han, I miss Master, miss our home, miss the roasted chicken you made for me, miss when you braided my hair..."
As he spoke, tears uncontrollably streamed down again.
"I wish we could always stay together with Master, living in that little house, eating together, studying together, preparing medicine together..."
Mu Han raised his hand over the cold hand on his face, unable to touch it, yet feeling it.
"I’ll take you home, we’ll go home, I’ll make roast chicken for you, I’ll braid your hair, we’ll go back, go back..." he cried, speaking brokenly.
The young man shook his head, unable to say a word.
"Xiaohan, Xiaohan..."
"What’s wrong with you? Don’t scare me, wake up."
"Xiaohan, wake up, I’m begging you, don’t scare me, wake up."
The familiar voice came from all directions, sounding somewhat ethereal.
Mu Han froze.
The young man also heard Qing Yi’s voice.
"Brother Mu Han, he’s calling you, go back."
"No, you come back with me, we’ll go back together, how about we go back to how things were?" he cried, pleading with him.
"Brother Mu Han..."
The young man’s eyes were full of reluctance, yet he had to let go.
"Brother Mu Han, last time I didn’t protect you well, this time I can’t let anything happen to you."
"...what are you going to do?" Mu Han stopped crying, looking at the young man, feeling uneasy.
The young man smiled, his clean face full of childlike innocence.
This look was exactly the same as when he first transformed into human form in front of Mu Han.
"Brother Mu Han, don’t be afraid, I’ll always be with you."
"..."
Mu Han still didn’t understand what he meant, when he saw a hint of red light appear between the young man’s brows.
It formed a sharp contrast against his pale face.
This red light was exactly the same as when he wanted to perish together with the man in black, resulting in the destruction of his Primordial Spirit.
Mu Han panicked: "What are you... what are you going to do?"
"...Brother Mu Han, be well." the young man smiled, seeming to say goodbye.
As the red light between his brows grew more vivid, his already translucent body began to fade at a visibly rapid pace.
"No...no..."
"Stop, stop now." Mu Han finally realized what he was going to do, reaching out to grab him but only caught emptiness.
He watched him shattering before his eyes, breaking into countless red stars...
"No!"
Mu Han screamed, utterly breaking down.
"Xiaohan, Xiaohan."
Qing Yi tightly held Mu Han’s hand, looking at the drunkard struggling in pain in his coma, tears constantly flowing from the corners of his eyes, panicking and at a loss.
"Wake up, Xiaohan, don’t scare me, wake up now."
His hand, injured from the car accident, touched Mu Han’s thin face, occasionally wiping his tears.
Though he should be happy to see him react while comatose, Qing Yi couldn’t be happy looking at his painful appearance.
"I beg you, wake up, please don’t scare me." Tears followed, Qing Yi was extremely frightened.
Thinking about the doctor’s words, he felt more and more desperate.
"Drunkard, wake up, drunkard." Bai Yi looked at the situation getting worse for the drunkard, also becoming anxious.
"Brother Xi... Brother Xi..."
"No, don’t..."
The drunkard, unconscious, started shouting suddenly, his emotions growing more agitated, his whole being appearing very uneasy, kicking aimlessly, the last shred of his soul lost, with the bed sheets below him in disarray.
