Hot Search Incoming: The Yandere Heiress’s Wife-Chasing Livestream - Chapter 47

When Gu Zhichou heard the music flowing from Shi Mi’s fingertips, a sudden sense of familiarity washed over her.

It was the same melody that had filled her dreams that night in the hospital.

Gu Zhichou was acutely sensitive to music, recognizing that each person’s rendition carried their unique emotional weight. Even with identical sheet music, every performance resonated with the performer’s intense personal feelings.

Without needing to ask, she knew it was Shi Mi playing.

What surprised her was that Shi Mi had come but didn’t dare approach her.

Gu Zhichou smiled faintly, removed her coat, and draped it over Shi Mi’s shoulders.

Since Shi Mi was accompanying her, she would naturally begin with a solo dance.

As the heiress of the Gu Group, music and dance had been compulsory subjects in her childhood education. Though she had never enjoyed them, they might prove useful now.

It was a curious coincidence that the piece Shi Mi was playing was Gu Zhichou’s childhood favorite, one she had practiced countless times.

If only I could remember my childhood, she thought with a sigh. But I suppose you get used to this sort of thing after a while.

After all, if the author didn’t bother to draw her past, she would never truly have those memories.

Her body moved with graceful, flowing curves, transforming into an ethereal being under the silvery moonlight.

Shi Mi lowered her gaze to the piano keys, occasionally glancing at Gu Zhichou from the corner of her eye.

Gu Zhichou felt the night wind caress every inch of her skin.

At the same time, she sensed the forbidden boundaries of this space.

The wind was trying to take away her Little Mute.

Gu Zhichou’s eyes darkened slightly, and a dull ache returned to her chest.

As if trapped in a dense fog, she saw Shi Mi confined within a mirror—vulnerable and helpless.

She could see him, yet Shi Mi couldn’t see her.

Already unable to speak, he had now lost his sight in this suffocating environment.

The piano music surged from melodious to frenzied, vibrating with wild intensity.

Shi Mi bit her lip until it bled, her fingertips aching.

Her vision had gone completely dark; she could no longer see the keys.

It felt as if she had been locked away again.

But Shi Mi couldn’t afford to lose consciousness. She knew she was still by Gu Zhichou’s side.

I have nothing, and I’ve never asked for anything.

I just wanted to be with the person I love.

Is that wrong?

If it’s not wrong, then why are they trying to drive her away?

Shi Mi couldn’t understand. To her, every world that was reconstructed felt utterly artificial.

Only Gu Zhichou felt real.

She didn’t know who was controlling them, pulling the strings from behind the scenes.

But Shi Mi wasn’t a puppet to be played with. She had her own desires.

Gu Zhichou was her true sun and freedom.

And Gu Zhichou never stopped dancing, a sight that was both miraculous and perplexing.

They appeared clearly in the frame, and the person holding the brush froze, then frowned and tried to revise the scene.

But it was futile.

The pages fluttered like leaves caught in a whirlwind, each scene, each shot, unfolding before the reader’s eyes.

They couldn’t be erased or wiped away.

They were the protagonists among protagonists.

No one could tear them apart.

Gu Zhichou groaned softly, a metallic sweetness rising in her throat, her head swimming.

Hadn’t she already tasted the consequences of defying fate?

It was agonizing, wasn’t it?

But it was worth it.

Her laughter rang out, bold and defiant, masking the pain as she moved with the slow, deliberate steps of her solo dance.

Gu Zhichou occasionally glanced over to see Shi Mi playing with her eyes closed.

Tears streamed down her face, clear as dew, like the blooming petals of a Diphylleia flower.

In truth, Shi Mi only knew this one piece, the only one the person had ever taught her.

So she played it again and again, the melody etched into her very bones.

Even if she lost her sight or hearing, it wouldn’t matter.

Light was with her.

The soaring melody symbolized their personal defiance—a struggle no one could stop.

Even the heavens themselves stood still.

The world froze, time froze, everything froze.

Even the readers watching from beyond the comic forgot to comment.

Gu Zhichou, finally unable to dance from the pain, slumped back down beside Shi Mi.

She didn’t realize that Shi Mi could no longer hear.

The loss of all five senses was the price Shi Mi had to pay to stay.

Gu Zhichou leaned against Shi Mi’s shoulder and suddenly laughed.

“Little Mute, did I dance well?”

“Little Mute, I know you’re leaving.”

“I don’t want you to go.”

“I’m so selfish. I want to take you with me, to hide you away.”

“……”

As Gu Zhichou spoke, she couldn’t hold back her tears.

Her body was giving out, which meant she could no longer force Shi Mi to remain in this timeline.

The body had its limits; it couldn’t collapse so quickly.

Gu Zhichou needed to preserve herself for the future. She couldn’t burn herself out completely.

Otherwise, how could she give Shi Mi a future?

The piano music had stopped long ago, because Shi Mi had lost her sense of touch and could no longer play.

Gu Zhichou, thinking Shi Mi was tired, leaned against her and raised her own hands to play the final piece.

She played her own improvisation, adding harmonies.

Shi Mi couldn’t feel Gu Zhichou’s presence.

She couldn’t hear, couldn’t see.

She couldn’t even smell the faint fragrance that clung to Gu Zhichou.

Yet she knew Gu Zhichou was there.

So close, as close as all those embraces and kisses.

Drowning her.

Shi Mi had already been confined again, but she had allowed her body and soul to linger.

With her last shred of consciousness, she forced a smile.

The injuries she had sustained this time were severe; it might take a while before she could manifest again.

But it didn’t matter. She had finally fulfilled her long-cherished wish.

Everything had been worth it.

Gu Zhichou, oblivious to Shi Mi’s condition, tilted her head and smiled at her, completely missing the emptiness in Shi Mi’s eyes.

Her body ached all over, but she was determined to finish playing the piece.

It was important to see things through to the end.

Gu Zhichou murmured, “Next time we meet, I’ll be stronger than ever. I’ll keep you with me longer.”

“The protagonist’s role belongs to me alone.”

Shi Mi was her prize.

She wouldn’t just win; she would win spectacularly, gloriously, triumphantly.

Then, Gu Zhichou could take Shi Mi’s hand and finally say what she truly wanted to say.

She wasn’t just some wealthy heiress spouting empty words.

When she promised to give everything, she meant it.

Gu Zhichou hummed a melody, infusing it with her own emotions.

“When I have time, I’ll compose a piece for you,” she said. “I’ll name it after you.”

Only then did she realize something was wrong. Shi Mi hadn’t responded at all.

Gu Zhichou bit her lip, her voice suddenly trembling.

She didn’t dare imagine what might have happened to Shi Mi.

But unable to understand, and knowing that Shi Mi was still breathing with a normal heartbeat, she told herself not to overthink it.

Even though he was right beside her, it felt as if he had vanished long ago.

Despite the fear of loss, Gu Zhichou continued to strive for each new encounter.

As the piano music gradually softened, the person beside her grew increasingly transparent.

She dared not look, her gaze fixed on the keys, the corners of her eyes reddening.

Bitter tears welled up involuntarily, dripping onto her crimson dress, transforming into a sea of sorrow.

It wasn’t until the coat Gu Zhichou had draped over her shoulders slipped off and landed on the piano bench that loneliness once again washed over her.

Her fingertips curled slightly, the scene before her blurring completely.

The music stopped.