Mu Chuan said without annoyance: “In a few days, perhaps we’ll be able to see it.”
Hearing this, I looked at him again, wondering what kind of expression would be in his eyes. Upon returning to the ghost realm, Mu Chuan went back to his room and immediately fell asleep as soon as he lay down on the bed, truly exhausted.
The man in his sleep was quiet and beautiful, without a trace of hostility. Even while deeply asleep, he still held my wrist – help, it was about to break!
I sat helplessly nearby, watching his brow gradually furrow, his eyes closing tighter, unsure if he was caught in a nightmare. As his breathing became heavier and his grip grew stronger, I winced in pain and shook him: “Mu Chuan, Mu Chuan.” Seeing he wouldn’t wake up, I leaned down and called out, “Ghost King!”
He suddenly opened his eyes and said: “If you call me that again, I’ll twist your neck off.”
I shrank my neck. Although the words sounded threatening, his tone was serious: “I-I understand… hasn’t anyone else called you that?”
“Others can, but you cannot.”
Mu Chuan released his hand, and I quickly pulled mine back. In the light from the window, I saw a circle of bruises. I looked at him unhappily, my head buzzing with a voice.
“From now on, we are completely severed!”
I am still a small medicine immortal in the divine realm, and you are still the ghost king ruling a realm. We shall never interact again!”
I gasped and patted my head. Mu Chuan asked, “Headache again?”
“Mm.”
He sighed: “I’ll have someone check what illness you have.”
“I always remember past events, and remembering makes my head hurt.”
“Since you know the root of the problem, have you thought about how to solve it?” Mu Chuan slowly sat up and pulled me into his embrace. “Perhaps knowing the past will prevent you from being trapped in these painful memories. Since you’re already heartless about past events, I think even if you knew everything, you wouldn’t feel hurt.”
I looked at him, both angry and amused: “Yes, I’m heartless.”
What he said seemed reasonable. Knowing the past might prevent random memories from surfacing. Understanding the past might be a good thing.
Yet, inexplicably, I felt afraid.
