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I looked at the gentle Jun Chong, the man who laughed like Dream, with familiar brows, familiar smiles, and a familiar aura. Suddenly, my nose felt sour, and for no reason, I wanted to cry. Tears fell one by one.
"Why are you crying? Are you feeling unwell?"
Jun Chong showed a worried expression, wanting to reach out and hold me, but his hand stopped midway.
"Your body is too weak now; you can't bear too much Eerie Aura. I am a ghost, heavy with yin energy. Please forgive me for not being able to touch you right now. So, Anxin, please don't cry. It makes me feel bad because I can only watch you cry but can't hold you tight to comfort you."
His words tugged at my heart sharply, causing intense pain. His voice was soft; he clearly wanted to get closer but was afraid to do so. Even though he stayed by my side, there was still a distance between us.
I struggled to hold back my tears, nodding and shaking my head in confusion. In the end, I didn’t know how to express myself and could only choke out, "I'm not crying. Surviving great hardships must bring blessings; I should be happy." I rubbed my eyes frantically and laughed through my tears, "But why can't I wipe away these tears?"
"Anxin."
Jun Chong furrowed his brows tightly, the darkness in his eyes swirling as if he could hardly contain it. He took a step forward; just one reach of his hand could pull me into an embrace, yet he still didn’t do it. Finally, he turned slightly to look at the rising sun outside and suddenly said, "Anxin, don’t you want to ask me how I know there’s a Guardian Pearl inside you? Clearly, I’ve forgotten everything about you."
I was taken aback. This question had crossed my mind during the journey back; I just didn’t know how to ask it. At that moment, my heart ached a little. Now that he suddenly shifted the topic to this, I found myself momentarily speechless.
If it weren't for some changes in memory, he wouldn’t have known about the Guardian Pearl inside me—something even I hadn’t noticed before, something no one had ever mentioned. Yet he knew.
His tall figure could be elongated by the light, but there was no shadow on the tiles; souls cast no shadows. And I was merely a shadow; without the Guardian Pearl, I would return to my original form.
"Am I a demon?"
Shadows can only exist under sunlight; only then can they prove their existence. For a shadow to become a demon takes a long time. I didn’t know how long Su Yi had lived, but she was human after all—how could a shadow possibly become a demon? How could it live apart from its original body?
In an instant, too many questions flooded my mind. I desperately wanted to know what had happened in my past life—why I lived as a sentient shadow, why I was with Jun Chong, and why I became human. What price had Jun Chong paid for all of this?
“Su Yi, if you are human, how could you possibly be a demon?”
Jun Chong shook his head in denial, took the tissue from the table, and handed it to me to wipe away my tears. Once I accepted the tissue, he continued.
“I don’t know if it counts as a memory, but when I rushed there and saw you, everything flashed before my eyes, revealing many scattered fragments. The most important of these was the Guardian Pearl. At that moment, a voice in my mind told me that thing is very important to you. If you lose it, you will revert to being a shadow; even reincarnation won’t make you human again.”
At this point, Jun Chong sat down on the low stool beside the bed, his lowered eyelids reflecting a look of confusion. It seemed there were some things he couldn’t quite grasp himself, yet they were vividly imprinted in his mind.
“But I recognized the voice in my mind that told me all this—” He paused, lifted his head, and looked at me seriously, speaking each word deliberately. “It was myself.”
“It was you?” I stared at him in shock, disbelief written all over my face. “So your memory hasn’t really returned; you just heard yourself speaking to yourself and those fragments, which is why you know how important the Guardian Pearl is to me?”
Jun Chong nodded. I admitted that at that moment, I felt a sense of loss deep within me. If Jun Chong could recover his memories, we wouldn’t be so confused now. At the very least, he could provide answers to many things, and the obstacles ahead would be significantly reduced.
Although Su Ziqian didn’t make it explicit, she had somewhat exploited this point to force me into the Su Family. To retrieve Jun Chong’s memories and uncover the entanglements of our past lives, I had to unravel the mystery.
“Then do you know how you got caught up in the Dark Vortex back at Tianshan? Shizui said that place is a forbidden zone for beings from the Three Realms and Six Paths. What exactly happened there?”
“That place is filled with chaos and endless darkness. Once you enter, all five senses disappear; few manage to come out unscathed.”
“Then how did you get out?”
“I don’t know; I just felt like I kept moving forward until suddenly my sense of touch returned. A Soft Hand was holding mine as we walked forward. It wasn’t until light appeared before my eyes that I realized I was already out, and then Shizui found me.”
“Soft Hand?”
Such hands are usually those of a woman. Moreover, after making contact, it allowed Jun Chong to regain his sense of touch. The person seemed extraordinary; who could they be?
"But when I entered the Dark Vortex, I sensed the presence of the Su Family."
"The Su Family." Just as I was about to speak, a nurse knocked on the door and came in to take my temperature. I placed the thermometer under my armpit and continued to ask, "Are you sure?"
"I can't be mistaken; I would never misinterpret the aura of the Su Family. They deliberately concealed their presence."
After hearing this, I cautiously asked, "Could it be Su Ziqian?"
Jun Chong shook his head. "No."
I didn't ask further until the nurse took away the thermometer. After a moment, Jun Chong finally spoke.
"Anxin, the Guardian Pearl is an ancient divine artifact. I don't know how it was obtained, but acquiring something like that must come at a certain cost. Perhaps my actions back then forced it into existence, which is why you have faced so much trouble even in your reincarnation. That Necromancer, though I don't know his origins, knows that the Guardian Pearl resides within your heart, indicating that this may no longer be a secret. You must be cautious from now on. During this time, focus on nurturing your body and don't concern yourself with anything else."
I nodded in agreement. Life was no longer as easy as it once was; more and more dangers were closing in on us, and we couldn't afford to stop. Even if we were covered in thorns, we had to keep moving forward.
Jun Chong smiled slightly, but then his expression suddenly changed to one of panic as he quickly stood up from his chair, nearly toppling it over.
His sudden movement made my heart race wildly, and I anxiously looked at him. "What's wrong?"
"Anxin, where is your Qilin Hairpin? How did it go missing?"
"Qilin Hairpin?" It dawned on me then. "When I was pulled into the underground at that wedding dress shop, the hair tie broke, and the Qilin Hairpin fell there."
"Tao Wu, keep an eye on Anxin; I'm going to look for it."
The Qilin Hairpin was the only bond connecting Jun Chong and me. If it were lost, I couldn't even imagine what might happen between us.
"Back then, the rubber band didn't snap because of a struggle."
I bit my lip, thinking about how important the Qilin Hairpin was to us, and what it would mean if it were destroyed!
My heart raced uncontrollably, and I clenched my fists, feeling a thin layer of sweat in my palms.
Jun Chong returned late, enveloped in Malice, a thick aura of menace surrounding him that made everyone keep their distance. Even Tao Wu trembled nearby, too afraid to speak.
I hurriedly got off the bed, wanting to grab his hand, but I held back and stood to the side, softly asking, "Did you not find the Qilin Hairpin?"
"The Qilin Hairpin is mine. I've practically turned this city upside down, yet I can't pinpoint its exact location. But its presence is definitely here," he replied.
"How can that be?"
Jun Chong furrowed his brow, displaying a rare gloom and a hint of unwilling anger. "Although I've lost some of the powers of the King of Hell, as long as there are souls, I should be able to sense it. It’s best if I don’t find out who took the Qilin Hairpin; I will not let them off easily!"
"Could it be Su Ziqian?"
"He assured me through the Su Family that it wasn't him, and besides, having the Qilin Hairpin wouldn't benefit him."
"What if—what if the Qilin Hairpin is broken? Jun Chong, have you noticed whether the Qilin Hairpin is intact?"
"Broken?" Jun Chong frowned in confusion as he looked down at me. "Unless the Golden Qilin dies, the Qilin Hairpin cannot break. The Golden Qilin, being a qilin, cannot die so easily. If it did die, I would definitely feel it."
Hearing this eased my worries significantly; I let out a big sigh of relief. However, it only deepened his confusion. "You still haven't told me why you think the Qilin Hairpin might break."
"I—"
“Anxin, I made you some delicious food, so you should thank me!”
Taotie burst through the door with a loud voice, interrupting what I was about to say. I had no idea how to tell him that he clearly didn’t understand what the broken Qilin Hairpin represented.
This only made me more curious; could it be that they were just being alarmist?
After resting in the hospital for a few days, once my condition stabilized, Jun Chong took me home. During that time, no one came to visit. Taotie was in charge of my meals, and occasionally Shizui would come to check on me.
Little Qiongqi remained in a dormant state due to the Necromancer incident, only timidly lifting its eyes to look at Jun Chong when he left, but it didn’t dare approach him, looking just like a child who had done something wrong.
After being discharged from the hospital, Jun Chong’s main order for me was to rest; I wasn’t allowed to go out until my body recovered. Even though Qizhi had helped heal my wounds, my body had still suffered severe damage and needed proper care to recover.
As I stroked Qiongqi’s now smaller and fluffier fur, I watched Jun Chong, who rarely wore an apron, standing in the kitchen making porridge for me. He looked so domestic; no one would have expected that the former King of Hell, now the Lord of the Abyss, would be cooking porridge for me.
That feeling of happiness instantly filled me up.
“Jun Chong, I can handle this myself from now on!”
I set Little Qiongqi down and walked into the kitchen. Before I could take the large spoon from his hand, he swiftly pushed me away. “You’re weak; just rest well.”
I didn’t resist and obediently followed his orders. I walked into the living room, hugged a cushion, and turned on the television when my phone suddenly rang—it was a call from Lin You.
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