Severing ties with family to marry the young marshal, his whole family chases me to the crematorium.

Chapter 182 Idiot

Si Jingnian's deep eyes were fixed on Shen Qingyao's beautiful face without blinking, as if he wanted to etch her deep into his soul.

Just then, Shen Qingyao's eyes, which had been closed for a long time, trembled slightly and then slowly opened.

Upon seeing this scene, Si Jingnian's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes involuntarily reddened with emotion.

"Ayao, you're finally awake, Ayao!"

Si Jingnian's voice was filled with undisguised joy and excitement, like a clear spring flowing through the quiet room.

However, Shen Qingyao did not seem to be fully awake. Her eyes were blank and lifeless as she stared at the ceiling. She looked as if she had lost her soul and had not yet come back to her senses.

At this moment, Shen Qingyao's mind was in chaos as she tried hard to recall what had happened.

She clearly remembered being blasted away by the incredibly powerful God of Bliss, and then plunging into boundless darkness.

But why is she here unharmed?

Moreover, while she was unconscious, she vaguely heard a loud argument, but who was arguing?

These questions shrouded her mind like a thick fog, leaving her feeling confused.

"Ayao, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Shen Qingyao had no reaction for a long time and was just staring blankly at the ceiling, Si Jingnian felt a strong sense of unease and panic.

He began to suspect that Shen Qingyao might have lost her memory due to this severe injury.

Otherwise, how could she be so indifferent to me, without even a slight response?

The thought that Shen Qingyao might have forgotten everything they had shared filled Si Jingnian with a sense of panic and confusion.

The feeling was as if the most important part of his life had suddenly left him, leaving him feeling lost and helpless.

"Ah Yao, do you still recognize me?"

Si Jingnian called Shen Qingyao's name softly again, his tone filled with anxiety and worry.

Finally, under his almost pleading gaze, Shen Qingyao's previously empty and lifeless eyes gradually focused and slowly moved to his face.

Shen Qingyao slightly raised her head, her gaze falling on Si Jingnian's handsome yet flustered face.

His eyes were red, as if he had just been crying. This sight made Shen Qingyao's heart tremble slightly, and her tense emotions relaxed instantly. A faint smile involuntarily crept onto her pale cheeks.

"Si Jingnian, what are you doing? I've only suffered a minor injury, my brain isn't damaged at all. Aren't you asking these questions unnecessary!"

Shen Qingyao rolled her eyes, somewhat speechless, and muttered to herself:

What's wrong with this guy? Why is he acting so nervous, like he has some terminal illness?

At this moment, she was racking her brains trying to figure out how to escape from this mysterious sea of ​​consciousness, and had no time to care about anything else.

However, Si Jingnian seemed to completely misunderstand her thoughts, thinking that she had lost her memory or suffered great trauma.

Si Jingnian was unaware of Shen Qingyao's inner thoughts. When he saw that the woman he had been longing for could still clearly recognize him, the heart that had been in his throat finally settled back into his chest. He let out a long sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

"Ah Yao, as long as you're safe and sound, everything is fine... everything is fine! Tell me quickly, do you feel any discomfort anywhere? Do you need to see a doctor? Oh, by the way, are you... are you hungry? Do you want to eat anything?"

Si Jingnian was so excited that he began to stammer. Although his eyes, which had been red just moments before, had gradually returned to normal, they still shone with undisguised concern and worry.

Shen Qingyao gazed quietly at the man in front of her, who had become so flustered and incoherent because of her, and a complex emotion welled up in her heart—a deep sense of gratitude mixed with a touch of helplessness.

She simply couldn't imagine that Si Jingnian, who was always calm and composed, like an immortal being, could be so disheveled and at a loss as he was today.

Looking at Si Jingnian's chin, which hadn't been shaved for several days, each hair stood upright like a steel needle, the messy appearance made him look more weathered and tired.

Shen Qingyao's gaze was involuntarily drawn to it, as if that small patch of stubble possessed some kind of mysterious attraction.

Finally, as if driven by an irresistible magic, she slowly raised her hand and gently reached towards Si Jingnian's chin.

When her fingertips touched the hard stubble, a slight stinging sensation came, but this feeling did not make Shen Qingyao back down. Instead, it made her movements even gentler.

Her fingers gently stroked the stubble, feeling its roughness and resilience. Each touch was like touching an incomparably precious antique, done with care and reverence.

Despite the prickly stubble, Shen Qingyao's movements were so gentle, as if she were afraid that even a little bit of force would damage this rare treasure.

As she gently stroked it, Shen Qingyao's eyes gradually began to redden without her realizing it.

First, a faint blush appeared, then it deepened until her entire eye socket was stained a bright red.

At the same time, tears began to well up in her eyes. Crystal-clear teardrops swirled in her eyes and eventually slid down her cheeks, leaving two clearly visible tear tracks.

Si Jingnian had been intently watching Shen Qingyao. When he noticed that her eyes suddenly reddened and she started to cry, he was startled and instantly panicked.

His once steady and powerful hands now seemed to have lost control, waving wildly in the air, completely unsure of where to put them.

"Ah... Ah Yao, what's wrong? Don't scare me! Are you feeling unwell? Or is something on your mind? Tell me quickly, and I'll go get a doctor to come and take a look right away!"

Si Jingnian said anxiously, his voice trembling slightly with nervousness.

However, seeing Si Jingnian so flustered, Shen Qingyao suddenly burst into laughter, as if she had been hit on the funny bone.

She laughed as she quickly wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes with her other hand, and scolded playfully:

"Fool!"

Hearing Shen Qingyao's laughter, Si Jingnian was stunned. He was a little confused and couldn't understand why she was crying so hard one second and laughing so brightly the next.

However, seeing her smile again, Si Jingnian's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down a little.

Seeing that Shen Qingyao had stopped crying, Si Jingnian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.