A Supernatural Live Stream: The Real Young Master is Trending Again - Chapter 2

Accompanied by a series of thunderous roars, the once-glorious high tower collapsed completely, but the book that had been sealed at its summit for so long began to emit a faint, starlit glow.

The ocean waves carried crests of foam, gently brushing against the reefs where a person lay with eyes tightly shut.

Jet-black hair was scattered messily across his forehead, and his slender, pale wrists hung limply at his sides. The wind blew steadily over the shore; everything was quiet and beautiful.

Had his body not been so visibly stiff, it would have seemed as though he had simply fallen into a long, ancient dream.

No one knew how much time had passed before that chest, which had shown not a single ripple of movement, suddenly began to rise and fall with rhythmic regularity. The icy seawater washed away the bloodstains from the person on the reef.

The youth’s eyelashes flickered. It was as if new vitality had been injected back into his body.

Every wound healed completely, and even the scars of old injuries vanished along with them. His face, once as pale as paper, regained its color.

He slowly opened his eyes. His pitch-black pupils were gradually stained with a layer of gilded radiance, turning into a clear, translucent violet under the shimmer of the stars.

He looked up at the silver-white full moon hanging high above in a daze.

The moon… why has it turned white?

The waves lapped at his calves. The bone-chilling sensation snapped him back to reality instantly.

A sense of depletion washed over him. The energy that had once been as boundless as an ocean now felt like nothing more than a small spring.

Si Ye raised his arm, and the string of rubies on his wrist caught his eye. He subconsciously called out, “Luo Meow…”

Only the waves and the wind answered him. Memories spun through his mind like a revolving lantern.

Si Ye sat up on the reef, his waist-length hair fluttering in the breeze. He pressed a hand to his forehead in pain. He finally remembered where he was. Even though the agony in those memories had long been diluted by time, he still remembered his initial wish—and his mission.

He still had to seek revenge against those people. He still had to suppress the calamities that had escaped.

Suddenly thinking of something, he lowered his gaze to his empty ring finger.

He glanced at the cliff above and the calm sea ahead, then stood up and took a step forward.

Several golden threads quietly wound around his wrist and tightened; his blood was greedily swallowed by the seawater. The waves transformed into a massive vortex as if to devour him, but Si Ye did not panic. He watched the churning surface calmly.

Until, from the depths of the ocean, a sigh of delight rang out.

Si Ye idly stroked several small “kittens” manifested by the sea. The kittens he touched instantly turned into puddles of water, only to reform quickly, staring longingly at his embrace.

“Good child. Send me up.”

Si Ye lowered his lashes, watching the water surge with excitement. Sensing his weakness, the seawater turned into a gentle embrace, lifting him tenderly into its hold.

The evening glow spilled into a ward at the Shi family’s private hospital.

Inside, a woman lay quietly on the hospital bed. Her face was abnormally pale, her lips bloodless, and her once-delicate features had long been withered by illness. An IV drip was inserted into her arm, and nutrients flowed into her body drop by drop, struggling to maintain her life.

Beneath the hospital gown, her body was so thin that her bones were visible. Every rise and fall of her chest was so weak it felt as though it might vanish entirely at any moment.

A rhythmic set of footsteps echoed from the hallway. Liu Yunyan subconsciously assumed it was the nursing staff coming to change her medication. She struggled to open her eyes, wanting to ask for news about “that child.”

Instead, she was met by a pair of indifferent “peach blossom” eyes.

“Si… Si Ye…” The woman’s pupils shrank instantly.

Looking at the calm youth before her in disbelief, it was unclear whether the emotion flashing in her eyes was relief or guilt.

“I’m… sorry.”

Liu Yunyan wanted to say more, but she finally noticed the anomalies: the long hair that couldn’t possibly have grown in a few days, and…

The room was dim, lit only by the setting sun. But even with a vision blurred by illness, she could see a strange radiance flowing within the boy’s eyes.

He stood before her quietly. His eyes held none of his former pain, love, or resentment; he simply gazed at her with tranquility.

Once, she could always see Ji Mengxue’s coldness and pride in Si Ye, mixed with occasional vulnerability. Now, all she saw was a cold, high-and-mighty sense of the inhuman.

It was as if he were looking at someone who was already dead.

Liu Yunyan’s lips trembled slightly. “Are you… Si Ye?”

The child I raised… is he still there?

She looked at him, trembling. Everything that had happened to Si Ye after returning to the Shi family had been too much. She hated Ji Mengxue—hated her for the deaths of her parents, her brother, and her beloved younger sister. She hated her for bankrupting her family and turning her from a pampered princess into this wretch.

She wanted Ji Mengxue to taste the same pain she had, but she was powerless. She couldn’t get close to the bodyguards or the villa. Consumed by a hatred she couldn’t resolve, she had agreed to collaborate with Shi Hai.

To swap Ji Mengxue’s child.

After she was diagnosed with stomach cancer, the plan was moved forward. Ji Mengxue had done irreparable things to Si Ye just as they predicted, but…

Shi Hai never wanted revenge on Ji Mengxue. He had never loved Liu Yunyan, nor had he ever loved anyone. What he wanted was something inside that child. She didn’t understand what those things were, but she knew she had been horribly wrong.

Shi Hai had placed her here; Ji Mengxue mocked her. They kept her alive just to prolong her suffering. She could see Ji Mengxue’s killing intent toward Si Ye, and Shi Hai’s indifference.

But she couldn’t tell Ji Mengxue the truth. Even though she hadn’t raised him, maternal instinct made her protect her biological child. She knew that if Ji Mengxue knew the truth, her own son, Shi Jingning, would not survive.

She wanted to take her child away, and she wanted to take Si Ye away too, but she was powerless. She was out of time. Shi Hai had promised her that as long as she kept her mouth shut, he would protect Shi Jingning and ensure he enjoyed a lifetime of wealth.

Si Ye walked slowly to the bedside, looking down at the woman.

The woman who had swapped his fate. His former mother. The mother he had loved, resented, and hated. That cowardly, fragile “mother” who tried to use him to revenge herself on Ji Mengxue and Shi Hai, yet often grew soft-hearted.

She had given him an education, food, and a home. She had never truly mistreated him.

But…

“I am Si Ye. He is my past, yet I am not that Si Ye. The Si Ye of the past truly died once.”

Si Ye’s tone was exceptionally steady as he recounted the brutal truth. He had died the moment he entered the Tower, and had only been reborn through the rules when he reclaimed the Book of Vows. But the person reborn was no longer just Si Ye.

Liu Yunyan froze, feeling the life slipping away from her. She tried to reach out and touch the child she had once hated, yet grew to love during the years of raising him.

Si Ye leaned down, letting his former caregiver place her hand on his face.

Liu Yunyan’s heart spasmed violently. An indescribable feeling of suffocation and bitterness enveloped her. Tears rolled down her face onto the pillow.

“I’m sorry… it was I who ruined your life. You… shouldn’t have been like this. I was selfish. I was… unwilling… I hated Ji Mengxue, but I… had no power for revenge. I hate it so much… I’m sorry, my little Ye-zi…”

“At first, I did hate you. But later, I… I truly loved you. I shouldn’t have hurt you. You were innocent. I was wrong. I… caused you to become like this. I didn’t know what to do. Forgive me, Si Ye.”

She spoke with a sob, voice hoarse and trembling. “I’m sorry… I was wrong. You aren’t Ji Mengxue. I… know that.”

Having raised him for years, she had always known. Si Ye wasn’t Ji Mengxue. He was a good child. He had the same pride as Ji Mengxue, but none of her cruelty. But by now, from the moment she personally took Si Ye in the swap, it was too late for regrets.

“Can I… hear you call me ‘Mom’ one last time?”

Liu Yunyan let out a series of pained whimpers, her voice filled with unconcealed weakness and pleading.

Si Ye let the woman feel his warmth, just as they had when they first met.

“I don’t hate you anymore.”

He looked down at her. That past love was real, but his toyed-with fate was also real.

“But I will not forgive you, either.”

Liu Yunyan shook her head, wanting to explain, but her throat was painfully dry. The endless illness had withered her away. The man she once loved never came to see her. The child she loved only wanted her to take the truth to her grave.

The setting sun filtered through the gaps in the curtains, landing on the youth’s face. Si Ye leaned in and whispered softly into the woman’s ear.

“Sleep. You won’t be in pain anymore.”

As he looked at her, it was as if ten thousand rays of light flashed before her eyes. Liu Yunyan’s vision blurred. Countless memories played out like a revolving lantern. In the final moment before losing consciousness, she seemed to see many people.

Her mother, her father, her brother, her sister… and a strange little child.

Are they coming to take me away?

I’m so tired…

In her drifting consciousness, Liu Yunyan tried to take one last look at the boy, but she no longer had the strength.

“Goodnight.”

“…Mom.”

With a long beep from the heart monitor, Liu Yunyan’s expression shifted from pain to peace, finally settling into tranquility. Her thin wrist fell limply over the edge of the bed. Her consciousness fell into the endless dark.

The various devices in the room began to alarm simultaneously.

Watching the faint grey mist detach from the woman’s body, Si Ye remained silent for a long time. In the final second before it could dissipate completely, he placed it into a glass bottle, allowing that restless soul to fall into an eternal slumber.

A flurry of urgent footsteps sounded outside the ward.

The medical staff passed right by Si Ye, as if they saw nothing at all.