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“Jun Chong, can you hold me tight?”
“Sure.”
I nestled into Jun Chonghuai, watching the sky filled with pink petals, shedding all the pretenses of strength. In front of others, I would act tough and unyielding, insisting on enduring no matter how difficult it became.
But in front of Jun Chong, I only wished to be a delicate woman, resting in his broad embrace, gazing at the unchanging scenery before me. Even if time blinked by for thousands of years, I would feel happiness, for having him by my side meant eternity.
“Jun Chong, to be honest, ever since I met you, everything I've experienced feels like a dream. I'm not a strong person; my heart is fragile. I can be timid, scared, and even terrified. I get hurt and can only hide in a corner to release my tears. But I absolutely do not regret anything I've gone through. I don't care how others see me or how I might change; as long as you are by my side, that is the greatest comfort for me.”
“Anxin, don’t worry. As long as I, Jun Chong, am alive in this lifetime, I will never leave you. You are my wife; even if our engagement is gone or we face life and death apart, this life is destined to be unescapable.”
Our small hands were tightly clasped together. It was hard to tell whose emotions were affecting whom; our hands trembled slightly but allowed us to feel each other’s hearts more deeply.
“Jun Chong, I don’t have grand ideals. For me, as long as you and Heart Eyes are safe now, that is a lifetime of blessing.” I tilted my head back, trying hard to hold back the tears in my eyes while forcing a smile that I thought looked beautiful. “But I know you have your responsibilities and burdens, so I don’t dare to wish for too much. All I ask is that you hold me and Heart Eyes like this; that would be enough.”
“Anxin.” Jun Chong buried his head in the crook of my neck. I felt something wet on my neck; my body stiffened for a moment as tears flowed uncontrollably.
“Trust me; I will ensure both you and Heart Eyes are safe. I swear.”
Simple words carried immense conviction. I knew he would keep his promise. Looking at my protruding belly and feeling the breath of life within me, I smiled faintly as tears fell like blooming flowers—clear and translucent.
“If great righteousness cannot protect small righteousness, then I will make a choice. I don’t want them to suffer.” Yet at that moment, even with him by my side, I thought I could never forgive myself for the bloodshed under my command.
“No matter what decision you make, I will support you. But Anxin, please remember.” Jun Chong released me and lifted my chin with one hand. His thumb wiped away the falling tears while his deep black eyes reflected a beauty akin to cherry blossoms. “I am your husband and the father of our child. It is my right to protect my wife and daughter; it is my duty.”
“Jun Chong, I trust you, but please don’t make me wait too long.” I propped myself up and placed a light kiss on his lips. “I can wait; they cannot. What scares me most now is Jian Rou's decision. She will sacrifice herself for Shizui and will definitely sacrifice again for Molin.”
“The Soul Secret Technique offers only these two methods; unless a miracle occurs, there’s no other way. Regardless of which method is used to save Molin, whether he truly survives depends on his own willpower. If he seeks death relentlessly, even if you and Jian Rou sacrifice together, it won’t succeed.”
Jun Chong's words left me silent, for Molin did not seem like someone who wanted to live. He feared that Jian Rou and I would sacrifice ourselves, so the most likely outcome was that he would sacrifice himself instead.
My heart, not fully settled, was once again lifted, swaying in midair, neither up nor down, causing great discomfort.
"It's getting late; I'll take you back."
Jun Chong picked me up, and I suddenly felt an urge to explode in anger. I didn't want to leave him like this. Why was our time together always so fleeting? How much longer would we have to be apart?
But I knew I couldn't ruin his plans out of my own stubbornness. No matter how unwilling I felt, I had to endure.
"Jun Chong, can you walk a little slower?"
Jun Chong paused for a moment, and his steps slowed down. Even though that path would eventually come to an end, at this moment, no one wanted it to.
"Anxin, Heart Eyes, may you both be well."
His final words fell into my mouth along with a kiss. I closed my eyes, feeling the coolness of his lips, wishing it could last forever.
When I opened my eyes again, the sky was already bright. I lay quietly in bed, watching the curtains sway. I didn't know who had opened the window; the sound of rain trickled in from outside, and I realized it was raining again.
"You're only just coming back now, Anxin. Am I being too good to you?"
The pain in my stomach jolted me into realizing there were others in the room. The icy voice completely revealed the hidden Frost within me, bursting forth and sending chills through my scalp.
"Jun Rui, you—"
"Call me Wang."
The King of Hell's expression was grim, a terrifying aura continuously erupting from him. I watched as the furnishings in the room crumbled to dust under his rage, leaving only this bed intact and unharmed.
I trembled under that horrifying presence but couldn't move. He merely placed a finger on my stomach, yet it felt as if a thousand pounds were pressing down on me. A slight pain seeped in and then intensified.
I could feel Junxin's cries from the tree, filled with pain and desperation, as my heart was violently lifted. "What are you going to do?"
I stared at him in shock and fear, feeling as if I couldn't even breathe, each breath trembling.
"I initially wanted to kill you, but as things developed, I realized it would be better for you to live. I want you to see how everyone around you has been harmed by you. I will make Jun Chong suffer eternally, and then I will kill you myself, letting him experience this kind of pain and how unbearable it is."
"Why are you doing this? Can't stand to see others do well? Is it just because you have nothing?" It dawned on me that his actions stemmed from loneliness, but more so from jealousy—jealousy of others' happiness, jealousy that others protected me while he had nothing, resorting only to words and cruel means to make others submit. "In the end, you're just a pitiful person."
With a sharp slap, my head turned to the right, my left cheek burning with pain.
My mother once told me that men who hit women are not good people, so women must protect themselves and resist.
But mother, facing this man, my resistance might not hurt me but could endanger others, so I could only endure.
I guessed the King of Hell must have known that the Phoenix Feather was taken away, which was why he was so furious. The scar on his left brow seeped with a dense black aura, turning his eyes deep red and bloodthirsty, his expression so fierce that it made it hard to breathe.
I gripped the sheets beneath me tightly, a lump forming in my throat as I breathed cautiously, staring at him in silence.
"Anxin, all of this is forced upon me by you. In three days at the wedding, you will be the leading lady—my Queen of the Underworld."
After saying this, he stood up and left. The door slammed shut with a violent crash, causing the entire house to tremble. I lay on the bed watching as beams fell down, merely blinking in response.
The whole house crumbled into dust; only my bed remained intact. I saw a group of servants kneeling outside the door—Aunt Song and Jian Rou among them. The King of Hell's figure had vanished, but the anger he left behind was palpable.
After a while, Jian Rou got up and walked over to me. "Anxin, are you okay?" When she saw me shake my head, she continued, "Last night at midnight, the king suddenly appeared here while you were absent. We don't know what happened but could feel his fury. And—" She glanced at a pile of dust revealing a corner of red fabric on the ground with some hesitation.
"And what?"
I blinked and climbed out of bed. My protruding belly surprised those outside, but I didn't explain; things had come to this point and it was time to end it.
"And in three days' time for the wedding of the Queen of the Underworld—it’s you." Jian Rou took a deep breath. "He wants to marry you."
"I know," I replied calmly. "He got angry, and this is meant to make Jun Chong regret it."
Jian Rou nodded, choosing not to say anything further. She called Aunt Song and the others to help me change to another room and even had me take a bath. Leaning against the tub, I rubbed my protruding belly and let out a heavy sigh.
Jian Rou came in with some clothes. Seeing me like this, she raised her hand and gently ruffled my hair. "Anxin, if there's something on your mind, just say it! Maybe I can help solve it."
"What do you need to solve? You just need to focus on being with Shizui."
I didn't want her to worry, so I kept my tone light. However, Jian Rou paused, set down the tray of clothes with one hand, knelt beside me, and splashed some water onto me.
"Anxin, don't hide it from me. Is the Grim Reaper we saw before Molin?"
I was taken aback, my hand clenched tightly under the water. Was she uncertain by asking this? Shizui should have kept it from her as well. But then I heard her say, "Even though his face was covered in black, I still felt that was my brother Molin. No matter what he has become, I can recognize him; it's the bond of blood that connects us. So Anxin, please tell me what happened to Molin."
I pressed my lips together in silence, my mind racing as I searched for a good excuse to deflect her question. Shizui hadn’t told her because he didn’t want her to make any decisions based on this.
"Rou Er, actually—"
"Anxin, don’t lie to me. You know I have ways to see your memories; I don’t want to use them. I want you to tell me the truth. Shizui hasn’t told me anything except that Molin has entered the Underworld. But how could someone enter the Underworld and become a Grim Reaper? There are things you all aren’t saying because you don’t want me to worry, but that person is my brother! Back then, I was willing to sacrifice for him; family ties are not something that can be severed. Now that he’s in danger and you’re hiding it from me for my sake, as his sister, I have the right to know the truth."
"I—" My hand tightened and then loosened under the water repeatedly as I struggled to control my breathing, trying to steady the emotional turmoil within me.
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