Leng Qingqiu came to a conclusion based on this experiment.
It was that directly consuming Gu Yan's bodily fluids herself yielded far better results than having the "Heretic Scripture" do it.
Thinking about this, Leng Qingqiu couldn't help but cover her face, her voice trembling: "How could it be like this...?"
If she were to do this... then...
Her cheeks flushed slightly as she slid down the door, covering her face.
How could she do something so perverted!
The method the Night King uses to enhance her strength is actually this...
No way, I can't do that kind of thing!!
Just then, a voice identical to Leng Qingqiu's but colder and more emotionless echoed in her mind.
"Hmph, how laughable."
"If you can't do it, then why not let me..."
"No, I won't let you out, go back!"
Upon hearing this voice, Leng Qingqiu's expression changed drastically. She sternly rebuked in her mind.
"...Laughable. Has that man made your heart so weak?"
"Don't forget our long-standing vow, Leng Qingqiu."
"Strangers are just strangers; revenge is what we must do with our lives."
"You are me, and I am you."
"Why do you think I reappeared? Don't you understand?"
"Don't let that man influence you..."
Listening to the voice in her mind gradually fading, Leng Qingqiu remained silent for a long time.
She slowly lifted her head, her eyes vacant. Had she... become weak?
Dong dong~~
"Qingqiu, are you alright?"
"Did you eat too much apple pie and feel sick?"
At that moment, Gu Yan's voice came from outside the study.
Leng Qingqiu hugged herself, burying her head in her arms, her voice trembling: "I'm fine... just go away..."
It seemed she had indeed become weak because of Gu Yan, always considering whether her actions would affect him.
Xiao Leng was right... I've changed...
The purpose of our mutual support and assistance has always been for revenge.
My life should be solely for revenge.
Since I've found a way to become stronger, I shouldn't have these shy, shameful feelings.
I had already made up my mind not to let Xiao Leng out again.
But...
Whether it's Gu Yan or others...
All I need is Ling'er, the rest are just tools I can use!!
Outside the study.
Gu Yan gently knocked on the door, hearing the faint voice inside and the oppressive emotions coming from his chest.
He sighed, this didn't seem like "fine" at all.
Perhaps Leng Qingqiu was thinking about something strange in her mind again, probably related to revenge.
And because of his involvement now, she was in a very conflicted state.
It happened a few times every month.
What should you do when you have a wife who likes to be melancholic, overthinks, and gets jealous?
What should you do when she says she's fine and tells you to leave?
The ultimate romantic warrior of the universe—Gu Yan—has the answer.
He grabbed the doorknob and found it locked.
"Tsk tsk, still into this kind of thing."
Gu Yan chuckled lightly, then picked a hair and inserted it into the lock.
Inside the study, Leng Qingqiu heard the sound of Gu Yan turning the doorknob, but it was useless.
She had already locked it, fearing that Gu Yan might barge in and see her practicing.
From this, it was clear that she had indeed become too weak, just as Xiao Leng said.
This was good; she needed to harden her heart again, just like Xiao Leng...
Just as she thought this.
Click~
The study door opened, pushing Leng Qingqiu aside.
Leng Qingqiu: ?
Gu Yan walked in, seeing Leng Qingqiu curled up on the floor. He approached her.
Then, he lightly tapped her on the head: "Idiot."
Leng Qingqiu hadn't reacted yet. She rubbed the spot where she was hit, looking at Gu Yan with dissatisfaction, her face full of anger: "Ouch! You actually hit me!"
"And you called me an idiot! Don't you know I'm the most genius genius in the world!"
Damn you, Gu Yan, it's all because of you that I, the Night King, would show such an expression and say such things.
Gu Yan wouldn't indulge her in such matters. He pinched her cheeks and pulled them hard to the sides: "Does it hurt? Leng Qingqiu, you're amazing, locking the door?"
"You're clearly upset, so why not tell me?"
"Are you trying to act rebellious like Ling'er?"
"Oh, no, should I say you have middle school syndrome? You know, acting like a middle schooler!"
"Not saying a word, keeping everything bottled up, silently enduring everything. Do you think that's cool or something?"
"You don't think you're some villain in a novel, do you? Thinking that you can just do whatever, and everyone else is just a stepping stone or a tool?"
"Surely not, right?"
"Or are you still thinking your life is like walking on thin ice? Hmm? Sister Thin Ice?"
Hearing Gu Yan's words that struck straight to her soul,
Leng Qingqiu felt as if she had been exposed and became furious, pushing Gu Yan away with all her strength: "Gu Yan, you jerk!!"
Gu Yan fell to the ground, though he was puzzled how he, with his innate strength, could be so easily pushed by Leng Qingqiu.
Before he could get up,
Leng Qingqiu pounced on him, straddling him, and grabbed his collar with her left hand.
She raised her right fist, wanting to punch Gu Yan hard.
The Night King's dignity must not be insulted.
But...
"You're just being a middle schooler."
"Sister Thin Ice."
Gu Yan's words kept echoing in her mind. It shouldn't have been like this.
She was supposed to be the Night King.
Not...
"Not... a middle schooler... not rebellious..."
As Leng Qingqiu spoke, her voice became more and more choked, slowly lowering her hand.
Tears dripped from her eyes, and she covered her face.
She burst into loud sobs.
Gu Yan felt heartbroken and wanted to reach out to comfort her but held back.
Leng Qingqiu wiped her tears, but they wouldn't stop.
Because Gu Yan didn't understand what she was facing.
Gu Yan didn't know what was in this world.
Gu Yan didn't know... how complicated her heart was now.
He also didn't know that she didn't want him to step into this dangerous world.
"You don't know anything... you don't understand me..."
Leng Qingqiu choked.
But Gu Yan's next words made Leng Qingqiu freeze.
"Of course I know."
"And no one in this world understands you better than me."
Gu Yan spoke slowly.
"Huh....."
Leng Qingqiu was stunned, looking at Gu Yan in disbelief: "You... know?"
About the [Night]... did he know?
"Yes, you like sweet foods, enjoy reading at night, and are prone to emo."
"You like keeping everything to yourself without telling me."
"You like pretending to be strong, acting like you're shouldering everything."
"I know you tap the table lightly when you encounter difficulties while reading, and I know you raise your eyebrows happily when eating something you like."
"I know you deliberately show a chilling smile when you're unhappy."
Gu Yan reached out, gently stroking Leng Qingqiu's cheek, wiping away her tears: "If these aren't enough to show that I understand you, then Qingqiu..."
"Can you tell me more about you?"
He looked at Leng Qingqiu. If she was willing to reveal [Night],
it would mean that... the person Leng Qingqiu loved and trusted the most in this world was him.
Previously, Gu Yan had thought a lot about the conditions needed for Leng Qingqiu's eyesight to recover.
He also thought about how, in the original story, Leng Qingqiu regained her sight using [Leng Ling'er's heart blood].
At first, he thought it required the same bloodline to restore eyesight.
But then he thought again, Leng Ling'er was Leng Qingqiu's Achilles' heel, her most beloved and precious existence.
So.......why not change your approach?
The condition that can restore Leng Qingqiu's eyesight is actually.....
The heart's blood of the person she loves the most!!