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Jun Chong stood there, his complexion pale, black hair and dark robe swirling in the wind. From a distance, he resembled a king descending from the heavens, the lightning mark on his forehead glowing with a fiery red light that reflected in his pitch-black eyes.
I never expected him to follow me silently all this way, which meant he had heard everything I said earlier. Yet here I was, foolishly encouraging myself, no different from an idiot.
Heat rushed to my face in an instant. I wanted to look away from him, but I couldn't bring myself to do so.
If everything truly required sacrifices to achieve ultimate success, then let me gaze at him a few more times before that moment arrives, imprinting his image deeply in my mind.
A gentle breeze blew between us, carrying a rustling sound as if it were swaying the branches and leaves, becoming the only sound in that moment.
Jun Chong stared at me without moving. I looked back at him in silence, allowing time to flow between us until I ultimately chose failure.
"I... I realized I can't get out, so I wanted to come back and find you. Can you let me out? I've been here for quite a while now. What if the King of Hell returns and discovers—"
"Anxin, I regret it. I truly, truly regret it. I regret pulling you into this, regret sending you to his side, regret everything I've done."
Jun Chong held me tightly in his embrace. My head rested against his chest, the familiar chill penetrating my senses, so familiar it made me want to cry.
"My world should only have you as its center; it can only be you. You are my reason for existence, yet I still chose to give up. Do you know? After living for so long, I've only regretted twice; this decision is the second."
"But you can only regret it. Even if your heart is unwilling, you must do so."
I gently pushed him away. No matter how much I longed for that embrace, I knew that if I chose weakness too, everything they built would collapse with me.
Being told of failure before taking action is far more unbearable than failing after acting.
Though Jun Chong didn't say it, I understood clearly that he bore not just his own life on his shoulders. Mu Yan had said he carried a heavy burden for the peace of the underworld; there were things he had to do even if he didn't want to. Therefore, I should not hinder his steps any further.
If I love him, I must learn to endure, rather than bind everything with love.
His words brought me a sense of comfort and lessened my pain. After all, deep down, he truly loves me, and that is enough.
"Jun Chong, I want to fight alongside you, not hide behind you. So I am very happy this time to be able to lend you a hand; it gives my existence value. Jun Chong, I love you, but I don’t want to be a burden to you, so please don’t say such things again. I am a woman, a woman who takes love very seriously. Your words make me feel weak and shatter all my resolve. So even if I plead with you to let me be your Lord of the Abyss, right now I am just Gu Anxin, the Courtesan of North City."
Jun Chong's body trembled suddenly, his outstretched hand froze in mid-air. At that moment, I felt the Wind Sound around us intensify, swirling about and lifting my skirt.
"Anxin." His soft call drew him closer. His long fingers lifted my chin. I moved slightly but did not struggle; instead, I turned my eyes away.
I sensed he was very close because the coolness was overwhelming. A hoarse voice filled with restraint whispered in my ear.
"Anxin, wait for me, wait for our child together, for the day we welcome you home." To emphasize this promise, he repeated it firmly, "We will go home, the three of us together, forever."
"Yes, I will wait for you to bring us home."
I nodded vigorously in agreement, desperately holding back tears that still flowed uncontrollably. Jun Chong reached out to wipe away my tears; I felt a drop of coolness on my face as it mixed with my tears and flowed down.
Looking up, I was taken aback.
That man was crying.
They say a man’s knees are worth gold and that men do not shed tears lightly. It’s not that they don’t cry; they choose to endure. Only when the heart truly aches does the tear fall.
Two streams of clear tears shattered this proud and strong man. He has a heart; he feels pain; he experiences reluctance and regret—but these alone cannot encompass everything.
I understood this, so I reached out to wipe away the tears on his face and chuckled softly, "If you cry like this and those admiring female ghosts see you, they’ll surely be heartbroken."
“Anxin.”
“What is it?”
“Don’t cry.”
Jun Chong lowered his head and kissed away the tears on my face, each touch bringing a ticklish sensation that was both soothing and delightful. This kiss was even more comforting than the previous ones, devoid of any forcefulness or negative emotions.
It was a tender moment shared willingly between us, leading to an uncontrollable surge of feelings.
Though we both understood that this was not the time for romantic entanglements, when that feeling arose, it was impossible to resist. The only option was to draw our hearts closer together, making our bond stronger.
“Cold?”
As Jun Chong removed my clothing, I shivered slightly. In the dim light, he reached out and pulled a thin blanket beneath me, while another covered him as he settled on top of me.
“Is this better?”
“Mm.”
I arched my body restlessly, and Jun Chong immediately pressed me down. “Don’t move; I won’t be able to control myself. Let me enjoy you for a moment.”
“It’s you—you're too hot, not me.”
I shyly averted my gaze, avoiding the laughter in his eyes. Jun Chong’s palm traveled downward, the coolness seemingly dispelling the heat within me but igniting another wave of restlessness—purely adding fuel to the fire.
“Stop touching me; it’s too much.”
"I'm going to make you feel really good soon."
Jun Chong kissed my lips, suddenly biting his tongue and prying my mouth open, forcing me to swallow the blood from his tongue. I stared at him, "What are you doing?"
"The Underworld is fraught with danger. I can't stay by your side to protect you. To avoid raising Qin Ling's suspicions, there won't be anyone else to protect you either. So I can only use this method to reinforce my presence on you. Although there are many Vengeful Spirits and Malevolent Ghosts in the Underworld, some of them have received my favor. They will let you pass if they sense your blood. But remember, don't get hurt carelessly; those creatures feed on blood and souls, and your blood is a delicacy for them."
"Okay." I nodded, understanding that he had no choice. "What exactly do you need from the Underworld?"
"The Ancient Sealed Emerald Feather Box. I am a Spirit; although I possess great spiritual power, entering the Underworld Dynasty would certainly draw attention. So I must use a body as a disguise. The Emerald Feather Box is an ancient relic; if I can subdue it, I can obtain a wish. However, it lies deep within the Underworld, guarded by Vengeful Spirits who have been trapped there for years, filled with hatred for the King of Hell. Qin Ling is a product of his making and carries his aura. You need to find a way to lure Qin Ling there to attract the attention of those Vengeful Spirits, and then I can seize the opportunity to take it."
"Why do I have to go?"
"Because I want you to meet a ghost there; perhaps you two are fated to meet, and she will help you. But Anxin, everything must be based on safety."
"Will Qin Ling be in danger?"
"He is a pawn used by the King of Hell to control you; he won't be allowed to die until his purpose is fulfilled."
Hearing this reassured me; as long as Qin Ling was safe, that was all that mattered. After all, he was Molin's other half, and until I found Molin, I couldn't let anything happen to him. If his death took Molin away, it would be unbearable for me.
"Remember when Qin Ling draws away those Vengeful Spirits? Use the Qilin Hairpin; it will take you outside the Underworld. Just remember, I'll handle the rest."
After Jun Chong finished speaking, he realized I hadn't been listening at all and bit me on the chest in annoyance. I winced in pain and glared at him. "Why did you bite me?"
"Do you still dare to act like a Wandering God in front of me? Is my strength not enough?"
Without another word, Jun Chong surged forward with relentless speed. The foreplay had been insufficient earlier, so it hurt at first, but soon pleasure took over completely. I couldn't even form complete sentences as his passion overwhelmed me entirely.
After a round of heavy breathing, I glared at him, annoyed. "You've had enough."
"Not enough, I want more."
Jun Chong smiled mischievously, looking like a rogue. Yet, with that face of his, one couldn't help but feel willing to be teased by him. His affectionate kisses landed lightly all over my body, from head to toe, raising goosebumps everywhere, yet it was quite delightful.
"Anxin, one day, I will want you so much that I can have you whenever I desire." He placed a kiss on my forehead, filled with deep reluctance. "So until then, please bear with me. And remember to wait for me."
"Mm."
I closed my eyes, savoring the softness of his lips one last time. When I opened them again, I found myself sitting on the bathroom floor. Little Bugs was lying to the side; she had indeed been injured earlier and now looked pale.
I took off her outer clothing and gave her a bath, then helped her back to the bedroom. Afterward, feeling sweaty from earlier activities, I took a shower myself. When I came out, fatigue washed over me, and I fell asleep leaning against Little Bugs.
As night fell over the land, there was a knock at the door. "Miss Anxin, the King of Hell requests your presence."
I opened my eyes to find that Little Bugs was gone; a blanket covered me—she must have done that. Knowing she was fine put my mind at ease.
"I understand."
Before long, other girls came in to help me change. After what happened last time, I dared not refuse their assistance again; if the King of Hell were displeased and harmed them, it would truly be my fault.
After getting dressed up, I followed Grim Reaper to the King of Hell's chamber. Upon entering, I realized not only was the King present but also Stunning, Lianchi, and Qin Ling.
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