Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 436 - 449: Xingyu, Get Away

How strange, the way that man bullied and abused her, yet why can she never truly let him go?

Her mind was a mess.

She heard Mrs. Gui say, "No, the young master hasn’t called home even once tonight. Maybe the heavy rain is disrupting the signal; I can’t get through either." Now, Mrs. Gui could only try to reassure in the best possible way. Who knew if it was really the bad signal or something went wrong? Some ominous words were suppressed within the hearts of the two women, neither daring to truly speak them aloud.

Su Xingyu turned around, went to the living room to find a phone, and dialed Lu Shifeng’s number, only to find that it couldn’t connect.

Feeling a little annoyed, she asked Mrs. Gui, "Is Mr. Zhong asleep? Send some people out to look for him."

Mrs. Gui agreed repeatedly, quickly turned down the stove in the kitchen, and went to the servant rooms to find the butler, Mr. Zhong.

Su Xingyu paced a few steps alone near the kitchen, unable to shake off the feeling of unease. Outside the window, the wind and rain raged on, the rain pattering against the glass like hail, an impressive force. Her mind was in turmoil, so she wandered idly along the corridor toward the back garden, opened the glass door leading there, and the night wind suddenly rushed in, making her shiver all over, but it also cleared her mind a bit.

The wind carried rain, the rain carried an indescribable chill that pierced to the bone.

Su Xingyu’s gaze unconsciously fell on the depths of the back garden, where there were several garden lights flickering, adorning the garden like lighthouses on a tumultuous sea.

And beyond that...

was Lu Shifeng’s warehouse.

Su Xingyu recognized that warehouse, where he usually stored precision instruments, or rather, the parts of those instruments. That man often went there when in a bad mood; at the back of the warehouse, there was even a small secret room, which, over the years, housed her photos and photographic works...

Her thoughts were somewhat scattered by the wind, quietly gazing in the direction of the warehouse, unknowingly lost in thought.

Suddenly, her vision blurred, as if something flashed by.

She was startled and shouted, "Who’s there?!"

But all around was the sound of wind and rain, the garden returning to its tranquility, as if what she saw was merely an illusion.

Su Xingyu had excellent dynamic vision; she didn’t believe it was a trick of the eyes.

She simply stepped forward a few more steps, stopping just short of the rain, and looked more intently toward the garden.

A few minutes later, something indeed flickered in front of the warehouse door. This time, Su Xingyu was prepared and did not miss it. She vaguely saw a figure behind an old banyan tree near the warehouse door, too shadowed to make out clearly, but the height, build, and walking stance bore a resemblance to Lu Shifeng!

"Lu Shifeng...?" she called out uncertainly.

The figure, who had been lingering by the warehouse door, turned to look in her direction when she called out.

Su Xingyu was stunned, not expecting him to hear her voice over such a distance amidst the howling wind and rain. Yet when he turned his face, a dim light fell on his features—his high nose bridge, cold and stern eyebrows and thin lips—it was undoubtedly Lu Shifeng!

"Lu Shifeng!" she joyously shouted, having just been worrying about him with Mrs. Gui, and here he was, appearing by the house! "What are you doing here?!" she asked.

However, Lu Shifeng did not answer.

His leg seemed injured, wobbling unsteadily as he took a few steps towards her, but as if some force was holding him back, he stopped, slowly, slowly retreating. The way he retreated was peculiar—not like an ordinary person turning around to leave, but backing away directly without turning.

Su Xingyu’s heart suddenly tightened; what was wrong with him?

The uneasy feeling that had been lingering since nightfall returned. Su Xingyu shouted, "Lu Shifeng, come over here!"

He continued backing away, as if with no intention of coming over, yet with each step back, it seemed something was pulling him forward again, pacing back and forth.

Unable to hold back any longer, Su Xingyu glanced at the rain, gritted her teeth, and dashed into it, running in his direction.

The small garden’s paths were winding, paved with small cobblestones, slippery and difficult to traverse in the rain. She struggled against the wind and rain to reach the warehouse, soaked from head to toe, to find herself standing in front of him. His appearance shocked her—a tattered shirt revealing skin that looked bruised and injured, as if from a car accident or some other calamity, looking pitiful even in the dim light. His face was pale, brows knitted tightly with pain, and the dark eyes that once seemed so profound now looked listlessly at her, as if she were a stranger.

Instinctively, Su Xingyu stopped, then stepped forward two paces, asking, "Lu Shifeng, what’s wrong? It’s me."

Lu Shifeng then seemed to recognize her, his eyes’ lifelessness slightly lifting, but a frightening tinge of blood-red emerged. He stared at Su Xingyu and spoke in an unprecedentedly cold voice, "Get away, the farther the better. Go back to your room!"

"Lu Shifeng?" she queried, perplexed, seeing his condition was clearly not good.

Not caring about anything else, usually she’d leave him alone if he was healthy and fine. But not now.

"I’ll help you inside." She stepped closer, resolutely helping him, only then noticing a few dirty handprints on the warehouse door, as if he’d been leaning against it for a while.

"Get away!" Lu Shifeng tried to push her away, but for some reason, his hand reached out and then held her shoulder tightly instead.

"Ah!" Su Xingyu cried out in pain, feeling as if a knife or something had deeply penetrated her shoulder. Turning her head, she was scared out of her wits, "Oh—!"

She saw something she couldn’t have imagined even in the wildest dreams—Lu Shifeng’s arm, along with his wrist, was covered in black scales. It was a scaly hide resembling that of an ancient dragon or monitor lizard, smooth and cold, spikes protruding even from his fingers, which had transformed the same way, sharp as blades, deeply embedded in her shoulder bone, and in an instant, blood was everywhere.

"Go... leave! Quickly leave!" In her overwhelming shock, he mustered all the self-control he had to pull his hand from her shoulder, shoving her forcefully away, the force so strong that it directly knocked her to the rain-drenched ground, "Go! Back! Stay away from me!"