However, with this interruption, the leaden guilt in Fu Shen’s chest seemed to lighten. Yan Xiaohan was quite skilled at comforting him; perhaps Fu Shen could actually listen to his words and gradually plant a sense of security in his heart. Although not yet reaching the level of “dependence”, at least Fu Shen was now willing to discuss matters with him instead of hiding everything and stubbornly bearing burdens alone.
“Yes, I should be punished,” Fu Shen rubbed his cheek, “How about you carry me back to town as an ox or horse?”
Yan Xiaohan immediately agreed, “Okay.”
Then he added with lingering enthusiasm, “Aren’t you going to punish me with something else?”
Fu Shen hooked his chin with a single finger and mocked, “My dear wife, what you’re thinking isn’t punishment, that’s like a weasel paying New Year’s respects to a chicken.”
“The lewd see lewdness,” Yan Xiaohan said righteously, “This is a front-line important location. I’m not thinking of doing anything to you—I’m not an animal.”
The bewildered General Fu: “…”
When he dreamed of flying across thousands of mountains and rivers, did the person beyond those mountains and waters ever let him go? After a reunion of mixed emotions, they discovered that they were both equally obsessed, equally lonely. They looked at each other in silence, momentarily speechless, only deep kisses and embraces could slightly soothe the bitterness in their hearts. At this moment, heaven and earth were quiet, all sounds were still, the world seemed to have fallen into stillness, with only the river rushing endlessly, flowing forward towards the horizon.
Before dawn the next day, Fu Shen woke up from Yan Xiaohan’s arms, sitting up slowly with lingering fatigue. The hand draped on his waist slid off, and Yan Xiaohan, grasping at empty space, immediately woke up and asked hoarsely, “Are you getting up?” “Did I keep you up last night?” Fu Shen gently patted his back, his tone and movements unusually tender, probably because he had just woken up.
