Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life

Ruan Ruan, Let Go (3)

Nobody knew the situation down there. It might not be fatal, but it also could’ve taken a little living life.

There was no way he could wait.

He looked down the mountain wall at his feet, trying to identify it. The mountain was about sixty or seventy degrees, considered steep, but there were some vague outcrops of rock, not all loose snow and mud.

There were so many jagged, dark patches just above Xiao-Siquan’s head, with snow hanging from the top, so irregularly shaped that he could tell they looked like rocks.

He took a deep breath and let his tone become relaxed. “Xiao-Quan, gege has found a way. I’ll come to save you. Promise gege that you won’t make any random moves.”

Just as he got down, his feet slowly stepped toward the first raised rock below the cliff when suddenly, two dark figures, one large and one small, came running wildly in the snowy mountain forest in front of him.

“Qin Yuan, Qin Yuan, where are you?!” Ruan Qingmu’s clear voice came through the open mountains. In the blink of an eye, he had already dashed close by.

At a glance, he saw Qin Yuan’s body, only half exposed on the ground and Ruan Qingmu suddenly stopped in his tracks, afraid that he had startled him.

His voice faltered. “What are you doing? You…”

Qin Yuan looked at him from afar for a long time before saying softly, “Xiao-Quan is below. I want to try.”

Ruan Qingmu slowly approached, little by little, and finally moved to the mountain’s edge. He crouched down and glanced below, instantly understanding in his heart.

For a moment, it was like something had gripped his heart and strangled it fiercely again.

“Qin Yuan, don’t go down.” He called out in fear, “Wait, I’ll return and look for people. It’ll be quick!”

Qin Yuan had one foot on the rock of the mountain below and the other straining to step in a patch of loose mud. He shook his head and his voice was soft. “It’s too late. I’m afraid Xiao-Quan would have already fallen by the time help arrives.”

Ruan Qingmu reached out and tugged at the one hand he had left on top, almost begging. “Get back up. Let me go down.”

He was incoherent, his voice hoarse. “Qin Yuan, listen to me. I’m not fighting with you! I’m telling you the truth. I-I’m lighter than you. It’ll be safer when I go down and step on the branches. Do you understand?”

Qin Yuan reached out his hand and gently wiped Ruan Qingmu’s face in front of him, brushing away a teardrop that had suddenly rolled down and said softly, “I know, but this is my little sister.”

Ruan Qingmu was silent, holding onto his hand for dear life and tears falling down his face, but he wouldn’t let go.

He could not let go, absolutely not. He had unintentionally let go in his last life and when he saw him again, they were already separated by death. Every time he reached out his hand, it would pass through his body emptily, without crossing over, unable to touch his warm flesh and blood.

After a lifetime of searching, after a reincarnation, it was so hard to meet him again, so how could he let go like this?

“Ruan Ruan, let go.” Qin Yuan looked at him, his voice becoming gentler.

“I’m begging you. Let’s wait a little longer. We can look for something to use as a rope and let it down. There must be some way. We can think it through together.” Ruan Qingmu choked out in desperation.

Qin Yuan shook his head. “Time won’t wait for anyone. Don’t let us all have any regrets. Besides, after I go down and save Xiao-Quan, I need you to provide support from up there. You have to help me.”

Ruan Qingmu’s heart ached so much that he could barely breathe. At this moment, he knew more than ever in his heart.

There was no stopping it. The man in front of him would go down no matter what.

Whether that person down there was his sister, the little mute, or just a stranger.

If he didn’t go, he wouldn’t be Qin Yuan. He wouldn’t be the upright, brave, chivalrous youth people knew him to be. He wouldn’t be the one Ruan Qingmu had loved with all his heart for two lifetimes.

“… You will return, right?” He quickly wiped away his tears and revealed a hard-to-see smile under the dissipating moonlight.

Qin Yuan pushed a little harder and broke free of his hand, his pair of eyes shining with a faint light beautifully as if he had stepped on the moon in a previous life. “Idiot, of course, I will.”

Ruan Qingmu nodded his head vigorously. “Okay. Do as you promised. I’ll wait for you.”

Qin Yuan smiled. “Mm. We’ve made a promise. You must keep the light on and wait for me to return.”

Ruan Qingmu suddenly became ruthless, gritting his teeth to the point of bleeding. “Surname Qin, listen to me. Even if you die, you have to crawl back yourself. If you don’t return, don’t expect me to collect your corpse!”

He was not going to help collect his corpse like this man had done in the past. If he dared not come back, he would follow him. Whether to die together in the wilderness or to be pecked out of the flesh by flying crows, he didn’t care!

If they were to go at the same time, they would definitely reincarnate again and he would find him once more.

Qin Yuan looked gently at Ruan Qingmu as if he couldn’t let go of him and wanted to keep him in his heart.

The moment his head disappeared over the mountaintop, his voice came softly out into the open valley below, accompanied by the whistling wind.

“Ruan Ruan, you have to remember me in the future. You can’t think of any other person.”