If my past self chose to forget those things, why should I hurt myself now?
Mu Chen’s voice was slightly heavy, and his palm was already seeping with fine sweat: “If I tell you about the events from a thousand years ago, would you not want to listen?”
“No!”
“Don’t want to remember?”
“Don’t want to!”
Since I know it will be painful, let it disappear completely.
After another long silence, even the silver-white moonlight seemed to freeze, pressing down on me so I could barely breathe. Mu Chen leaned his body towards me, forcefully embracing me in his arms, and said in a low voice: “It’s good that you don’t remember. Let’s start over.”
“Start over…” I murmured, “Can we really start over? How can a god and a ghost be together?”
I tried to push him away; no matter how deeply in love we might have been before, now he is completely strange to me.
“There is still the human world in the three realms.”
I was stunned, suddenly remembering what Mu Yin said – that we had once lived in the human world. But why did we later separate?
I wanted to ask so many things, but knowing too much would only be a burden. I couldn’t push him away, and the wound in my heart was still aching. I closed my eyes and fell into that entangled dream.
When I woke up in the morning, Mu Chen was not beside me. Washing items had been prepared in the room.
I held the still-warm water and splashed it on my face, feeling much more awake. Sitting in front of the dressing table and combing my hair, my face seemed a bit thinner.
A twitch crossed my face, and I laughed again. If only I could be as carefree as Ya Ya. Sighing, I prepared to go out for a walk. Since I can’t escape, I might as well enjoy it.
With this mindset, I had just opened the door when I saw the person standing in front of me. My rationality instantly vanished, and I rushed up angrily, shouting: “Qing Yuan!!!”
