The Heroine and Villainess are Pregnant. What's Going On? - Chapter 39:

Chapter 39: Now… He’s Already Dead, Isn’t He?:

Three days.

Ling Ye made it through those final three days. He successfully overcame the calamity destined in his life. His life, in turn, was extended, and this extension would change the fate of many people—perhaps even the fate of the entire world. The destiny of Luo Xinli was also altered because of Ling Ye.

Three days had passed, and in Luo Xinli’s eyes, Ling Ye was already… dead.

On an ancient path, in white clothing, riding a white horse, Luo Xinli was making her way toward Longtan Mountain alone.

With her ability to cover a thousand miles in a day, she could have arrived quickly. But instead, she chose the slowest way—riding a horse, moving at a leisurely pace. She had plenty of time, and she also wanted to clear her mind.

The horse moved slowly along the ancient path, where the fragrance of flowers lingered in the air.

Luo Xinli, who looked like a fairy in white, held a half-full jug of wine. She suddenly realized she had truly learned how to drink. She now understood why people considered wine to be something good.

She also understood how exhilarating it must have been for Ling Ye to get drunk.

When one had nowhere to place their longing, wine becomes the best means of expression.

When one was lonely, wine becomes the best companion. And when one was in despair and sorrow, wine became the only joy. And all these feelings… Luo Xinli seemed to have now. So she needed wine, more than anyone else.

She even wished she could drink like Ling Ye, get drunk, and find a place to lay down—whether it was on a bed, a table, or even on the ground!

“You shouldn’t have… you shouldn’t have left so soon!” She murmured to herself as she rode her horse, her white veil fluttering, the fragrance of wine mingling with the scent of flowers carried by the wind.

She was filled with longing and regret.

At the time, she had thought her meeting with Ling Ye was just a chance encounter. But now, she realized how terribly wrong she had been.

She should have kept Ling Ye with her; she should have asked him for his name.

She should have asked him where she could find his grave after he was gone.

That way, this sorrowful longing wouldn’t be so unbearable—even if she didn’t know his name, she could at least find something.

But now, she had nothing—nothing to hold on to, nothing to search for.

Luo Xinli took another sip of white wine.

Three days had passed.

Now… he must be dead, right?

Where would he have died?

Did he die with grace in the end?

Did he think of her in his final moments?

Luo Xinli’s heart ached as it had never ached before.

For the first time, she had feelings for a man. And for the first time, she felt the unbearable pain of separation by life and death. The saddest part was that she couldn’t even face him for this final goodbye.

There was no sadness like the sorrow of separation!

Especially when it was a separation across distant lands.

How she longed to see him again.

Even if it was just one last time!

Even if… it was just to see his lifeless body!

Seeing his corpse, perhaps she would cry her heart out. That would be better than now—unable to see anything, with no outlet for her emotions.

Her feelings, like her being, were drifting, lonely.

Ahead… all was uncertain.

Where should she go?

As she drank her wine, the flawless, clear face of Luo Xinli showed sadness she had never experienced before.

At this moment, she even wished that today was the day of the final battle!

She wished she could face off against Ling Youruo in a life-and-death duel right now, and then die at her hands. That way… perhaps she could catch up with him on the road to the afterlife! She could see him again!

A gentle breeze blew, lifting the strands of hair beside Luo Xinli’s temple.

Flower petals floated in the air and stuck to her pale, beautiful cheeks, adding to her air of loneliness. The once-great Sword Immortal, whose eyes had always been so clear, now seemed to have lost all light, replaced only by the gray of hopelessness.

Completely desolate gray!

Amid the blooming flowers stretching for miles, the ancient path, her white clothes, and her white horse, she stood alone, beautiful and lonely.

In the past, she had always loved the poetic beauty of such solitary scenes. But now, with her heart pierced with sorrow, she could no longer appreciate this earthly paradise.

Only… helpless sorrow remained!

Helpless sorrow… is helpless sorrow.

Her uncontainable longing and pain could only be poured out through the strong wine in her hand. She lifted the jug, intending to take another sip of the burning liquid, hoping to suppress the pain in her heart.

Whoosh!

At that very moment, just as she lifted the jug, an arrow suddenly shot out from the flower grove ahead!

The sharp arrowhead sliced through some petals in the air, heading straight for Luo Xinli’s head!

Of course, this arrow didn’t pierce Luo Xinli’s head. Even though her beautiful eyes were now filled with lifeless grayness, such an attack couldn’t possibly harm her!

She simply tilted her head back and drank the wine she had intended to drink. The arrow flew just over her raised hand and under her snow-white chin, without touching her at all.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

However, after she dodged that arrow, a dense barrage of arrows suddenly shot out from the flower grove ahead! A rain of arrows filled the sky, all aimed at Luo Xinli and her white horse, intending to completely engulf her along with her horse…