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"Who are you? Where is Brother Xiu Song? He said he would come to keep me company tonight!" The boy looked up at me, his big, dark eyes wide with curiosity.
This child had an expression that seemed more profound than that of an ordinary kid. There was no sudden change in his face, no wild laughter or tears that came from the heart. His understanding and quiet demeanor, which surpassed his age, somehow made my heart ache.
Oh my gosh, I’m just an unmarried young girl, and suddenly I feel a surge of maternal instinct.
I picked up Huan'er, and he offered no resistance at all; instead, he wrapped his little arms around my neck.
Oh my gosh, this is just too adorable!
"Brother Xiu Song asked me to come pick you up. If you come with me, you'll see him very soon, okay?"
Huan'er nodded.
There was a special sweet scent about the child, soft in my arms, making my heart feel tender as well. Holding him close, I gazed at Nie Qiuyuan in the distance, who was talking with Xiu Song's mother. Suddenly, a longing welled up in my heart—a warm yearning for something cozy and beautiful.
Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing.
"What’s wrong?" The male god returned at some point and paused when he saw me holding the child. Then he broke into a gentle smile.
"What do you mean 'what's wrong'?"
"Your face is very red. Are you cold?"
Oh my gosh...
I held the child while Nie Qiuyuan walked on my left side, holding an umbrella over both of us. We walked shoulder to shoulder through the streets toward the Zhu Family's direction.
The snow continued to fall as I tightened the plush cloak around Huan'er. The Black Tortoise Envoy had somehow managed to lull the child into a deep sleep, her head resting on my shoulder, her rosy cheeks beautiful against the backdrop of the winter night.
As I turned my head, I unexpectedly met the smiling eyes of Nie Qiuyuan.
Oh dear, not like this. If this keeps up, I won't be able to sleep tonight.
The journey had been quite pleasant. As we passed through the streets, I could hear the whispers of curious onlookers behind us. Some voices were louder than others, and I could catch fragments of their conversations.
"Look at that lovely family of three!"
"Her husband is holding an umbrella for his wife; what a loving and harmonious couple..."
"If only everyone could be like that, who wouldn't envy them?"
I wondered if Nie Qiuyuan heard them; I certainly felt embarrassed, yet my heart was filled with sweetness. For a moment, it almost felt real.
Ah, dear friends in the crowd, while your words are beautifully crafted and reflect a high level of culture, have you considered that at my age, having a six-year-old child would mean I must have given birth by the time I was ten?
If only the Zhu Family were far away and we could never reach them.
When we returned home, the atmosphere was overflowing with joy. Everyone was crying and laughing in turns. Although I felt happy and moved, it also felt like I was in a mental institution.
I had no idea how Nie Qiuyuan managed to convince them; I just stood back and watched from a distance. He spoke earnestly while the Zhu Family nodded gratefully, and suddenly I found it amusing.
So, you can lie without your heart racing too!
That night, I lay in bed tossing and turning. The snow had not stopped falling; by the time I returned to the county office, everything around me had turned a brilliant white. Before lying down, I opened the window to take a look. In the faint light of the lantern, I could see large flakes of snow drifting down gently.
I stuffed my homemade hot water bottle into the blankets and curled up under them. I closed my eyes, intending to count sheep, but all that floated before me were the smiling face of Nie Qiuyuan.
That subtle warmth was neither close nor distant, yet it did not reject me. I had come here for him; how could I not feel restless?
I lost track of time before finally drifting into a deep sleep. Perhaps my emotions had been too intense, for I began to dream—dreams that were very strange and surreal.
To my surprise, the figure that appeared in my dream was not Nie Qiuyuan but Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang was dressed casually in jeans and a fitted shirt that outlined his chest and arm muscles in a way I was very familiar with. His expression held a hint of sadness.
Ah, I remembered now; he wore this outfit and bore this expression when Brother Chen's matter had come to an end, and he first brought me back to his dormitory. His dorm was clean but disorganized, with very few belongings—simple to the point of being pitiful.
I patted my chest and thought, "Zhang Yang, don’t think about anything else; let’s just drink until we’re both wasted." But after one drink, I collapsed.
Later, I realized that I might have a pathological reaction to alcohol. Although the characteristics of pathological drunkenness typically include rage, frenzy, aggression, hallucinations, and paranoia, it ultimately ends in deep sleep, with no recollection of what happened afterward. I couldn’t remember what had transpired at that time; later on, Zhang Yang only mocked me without revealing what exactly had happened.
Now, I felt as if I were lying on his dorm bed with my eyes closed and spinning, yet everything was crystal clear. I saw the overturned bottle on the table and Zhang Yang's face hovering very close above mine. He knelt on the floor beside the bed, gripping my left hand tightly with his left hand while leaning over to whisper softly in my ear.
Yes, this scene was vivid in my mind; I remembered it well. Hmm, during that moment, it seemed Zhang Yang had indeed spoken many words to me. So, did this really happen or was it just a dream? But this time, I could clearly hear his words; his voice was no longer muddled.
"Zhenzhen, I'm sorry..."
"I... taking advantage of you like this is truly despicable! Zhenzhen, I kissed you just like that... I'm sorry... but at that moment, I couldn't control myself; all that remained in my heart was that one thought—just that one thought..."
"But it's not possible, not yet. Zhenzhen, I am someone who could die at any moment, someone who could vanish from your world at any time. Right now, I am surrounded by darkness and danger. What can I offer you in this state?"
"I hate this version of myself; I hate that I can't protect you properly! I've already lost too many people around me; I can't lose you as well. Even if it means losing the whole world, I cannot lose you!"
"Zhenzhen, you don't need to know anything, but I want to stay by your side and watch over you quietly. Please allow me to be near you, to guard you in silence. If one day you meet a man who can truly make you happy and is willing to be with you for life, I will be happy for you; I will bless you."
"But if that day comes when I have the ability to protect you and you still haven't met that person who can bring you happiness, then, Zhenzhen, on that day, I will pursue you with the most fervent passion in the world—like a god slaying gods, like a Buddha slaying Buddhas."
"I don't ask you to wait for me. But every day, I will fight with all my might; every day, I will pray..."
Mr. Zhang, are you out of your mind? What are you saying?
Yet this scene felt so real and surreal at the same time. I think I'm recalling the moment when Zhang Yang spoke to me; I could clearly see Mr. Zhang's face. It was just that his voice was low and hoarse, gentle yet tinged with heart-wrenching pain, piercing through my eardrums and driving into my heart, making it ache deeply. That voice was unmistakably Nie Qiuyuan's.
I jolted awake with a start, my eyes widening in shock. Upon waking up, I was truly frightened because there was indeed someone kneeling at the foot of my bed, holding my left hand with their left hand, leaning slightly forward towards my face.
My sudden awakening startled him as well. When I focused my gaze on him, I let out a sigh of relief and couldn't help but chuckle.
I was certain that I had been dreaming because the person kneeling by my bedside was dressed in a dark blue long robe and wearing an ornate mask—it was Night Phantom.
How could I have such a dream? Am I going crazy over a guy? How embarrassing!
Night Phantom jumped in surprise and immediately released my hand. I quickly reached out and pulled him back again.
"Gotcha!" I said triumphantly.
"What are you doing? Let go!" the Master Thief exclaimed, feeling embarrassed.
"Hmph, weren't you ignoring me? Sneaking around in the middle of the night, what kind of mischief are you up to?"
"You, you, you!!!... That's nonsense!"
I sat up and took his hand, speaking sincerely, "Night, I'm really sorry about what happened. I left you in such a dangerous place, and now that I think about it, I'm a bit scared. Please don't be mad at me anymore, okay?"
It was rare for me to speak so honestly.
The Night Phantom got up and sat by my bed, letting out a soft sigh.
"I'm not mad at you; I'm mad at someone else," he said cryptically.
"Can we still be good friends like before?" I asked nervously. In this era, if Night refused to ally with me, the loss would be too great.
Night didn't respond. I felt a sudden warmth and looked closely to see he had somehow produced a hand warmer and placed it in my embrace.
"It's really cold," the Handsome Young Master finally replied after a long pause, his words seemingly unrelated.
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