Rebirth: He refused to Divorce Again-Chapter 68 - 67: The Voice of the Demon
Chapter 68: Chapter 67: The Voice of the Demon
He did not like being touched this way, but his body did not move and he still looked sideways at Gu Qiaoqiao with the teardrop on her eyelashes. Then, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and the teardrop fell.
The man gazing sideways, the charming girl sleeping on his shoulder—this scene was universally beautiful.
Thus, the middle-aged man sitting opposite them flashed a look in his eyes and spoke in a pleasing tone, “Young comrade, are you heading home or out for fun?”
The Mandarin was alright, just heavily accented with the Central Plains dialect.
Gu Qiaoqiao, who was half-asleep at this time, felt a chill run through her body and her heartbeat sped up immediately upon hearing this voice, as if all the blood in her body had clotted in one place.
Her entire body stiffened, and she could not move.
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It was a suffocating fear, like hearing the voice of a demon.
She didn’t even dare to open her eyes because it was a nightmare she detested and dared not recall.
In this world, is there a voice that has made you live in fear and hatred for a lifetime?
Even if ten years, twenty years had passed… could you still instantly capture it among thousands of voices?
At that moment, Gu Qiaoqiao’s expression was vacant, her body trembling.
Qin Yize, however, sensed something was wrong with Gu Qiaoqiao right away.
Her eyes shut tight, her body trembling, and one could even hear the chattering of her teeth in the cold.
What was happening to Gu Qiaoqiao?
Was she having a nightmare?
Qin Yize no longer hesitated, he called out softly, “Wake up, are you having a nightmare?”
This voice, usually so cool and devoid of warmth, now sounded like heavenly music or a life-saving straw, instinctively, Gu Qiaoqiao grabbed Qin Yize’s arm.
The man opposite continued in a pleasing tone, “Is your little wife having a nightmare?”
Qin Yize glanced at him, then turned his gaze back to Gu Qiaoqiao, watching her trembling hand clutching his arm so tight that the veins on the back of her hand were clearly visible.
Her eyes still tightly shut, her forehead covered in cold sweat, as if she was drowning in a nightmare, unable to wake up.
Qin Yize no longer hesitated, reached out to grasp Gu Qiaoqiao’s hand, the other hand gently patting her face, he whispered into her ear, “Gu Qiaoqiao, you’re having a nightmare, just open your eyes and it will be all right.”
The slight warmth from his hand, the familiar, melodious voice now seemed to have some magical power, gradually warming Gu Qiaoqiao’s cold, fearful heart.
And her heart, strangely, settled down bit by bit.
Yes, it was just a nightmare.
What was there to fear?
Gu Qiaoqiao obediently opened her eyes wide.
This was a train.
Still clattering forward.
Warmth spread through her body; she was actually leaning tightly against Qin Yize. Gu Qiaoqiao quickly straightened her body.
Her chest still heaving slightly.
Qin Yize took a neatly folded, fuchsia-lined handkerchief from the pocket of his coat and handed it to Gu Qiaoqiao, saying lightly, “There’s cold sweat on your forehead, wipe it off…”
Gu Qiaoqiao took the handkerchief, took a deep breath, her complexion still pale, the usually rosy lips devoid of any color.
She suppressed the trembling in her heart, took another deep breath, and then slowly wiped the sweat from her forehead.
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Her eyes still seemed a bit hollow.
Qin Yize unscrewed the thermos and handed it to her.
Gu Qiaoqiao took it blankly, steam fogging up like a white mist from the spout. She took a sip, it was hot but not scalding to the mouth, sliding down her throat to her stomach, feeling warm, and it seemed she also revived a bit.
The middle-aged man across didn’t mind Qin Yize’s aloofness, as he had instantly recognized that this young man was either rich or noble.
In these times, having more friends meant more paths, and getting familiar now might prove useful later.
Thus, he smiled broadly and said, “Young comrade, I wasn’t wrong, was I? Look, your wife was just possessed, and now that she’s awake, she’ll be fine…”
This time, Qin Yize responded with a soft “Hmm.”
However, the thermos cup in Gu Qiaoqiao’s hands clattered to the floor of the carriage.
Fortunately, there wasn’t much water in it, but it still splashed around.
Qin Yize was quick to pick up the thermos and then said to the others, “Don’t move, be careful of slipping. I’ll go get a mop.”
He then quickly got a mop from the train attendant.
Gu Qiaoqiao’s body stiffened again, she bit her lip, gripping her handkerchief tightly to suppress her trembling, staring intently at the middle-aged man who had just spoken.
He wasn’t tall and was wearing a black down jacket, but his feet were encased in black cotton shoes.
He appeared to be around forty, with an ordinary face and shifty eyes, yet he wore a smile resembling sycophancy.
He didn’t look at Gu Qiaoqiao but tried to take the mop from Qin Yize, saying, “Young comrade, give it to me. Watch out, don’t dirty your coat.”
Qin Yize dodged away and quickly wiped the spill, eyeing Gu Qiaoqiao who was tightly fixated on the man, her eyes showing confusion.
He strode towards the train attendant’s room of the carriage.
Seeing that Qin Yize ignored him, the middle-aged man straightened his back embarrassedly; in that instant, his gaze met Gu Qiaoqiao’s, and he split his lips in a placating smile towards her.
Gu Qiaoqiao clearly saw a half-inch-long scar on the right side of his eyebrow.
It struck her like lightning.
She suddenly stood up, as if a hammer was pounding on her heart.
Then she saw Qin Yize walking towards her.
The train jolted suddenly, and Gu Qiaoqiao, already distraught, nearly fell into the aisle.
Qin Yize quickly supported her, frowning as he asked, “What’s wrong?”
After a while, Gu Qiaoqiao found her voice, “I need to go to the restroom.”
Without waiting for Qin Yize to respond, Gu Qiaoqiao hurried towards the end of the carriage.
The restroom was occupied.
Gu Qiaoqiao stood at the train door, her complexion deathly pale as she stared out the window.
She clenched her hand tightly until the bone-deep pain arrived, calming her eventually.
And in her calm, her eyes were filled with profound hatred.
She hadn’t mistaken the voice; it belonged to the human trafficker who had drugged and taken her out of Imperial Capital in her previous life.
She had been semi-conscious at the time, unable to even open her eyes, so she was particularly sensitive to sounds.
She had firmly memorized that voice.
By the time she could open her eyes, the trafficker had handed her over to another trafficker.
She had just managed to see the half-inch-long scar on the right eyebrow.
Then she was silenced by a cloth saturated with hallucinogen drug, thrown onto a tractor.
When she came to, she was in an ox cart and had been handed over to another trafficker.
Thus, she was sold into the deep mountains of Southwest.
If marrying Qin Yize marked the start of her errant life, then being repeatedly passed between traffickers and sold into the mountains was the origin of all her suffering.
