I don’t want to care about anything either, the bitterness in my heart mixing with a sweet tenderness. If only we could stop here, five thousand years ago.
No River of Bones, no resentful spirits, no separation.
I reached out and touched his face, sliding from the eye corner to his lips, my fingertips feeling his real temperature, trembling: “Mu Chuan…”
Cool lips covered mine, tongue probing, leaving no room for refusal.
The layers of tingling sensations finally erupted during the intermittent slow and fast movements beneath, softening my entire body.
When I opened my mouth again, my voice was already hoarse from the unconscious moments.
The bonfire remained just as before, showing no signs of weakening. Nestled naked in his embrace, my cheeks still felt burning. I buried my face in his shoulder, drawing circles on his arm, too exhausted to speak.
He spread a soft blanket over us, and I finally mustered the courage to look up. Seeing the slight redness on his face, I reached out to touch his eyelashes. He suddenly opened his eyes, and I quickly withdrew my hand.
His clear, deep gaze swept over me, making my heart race. He spoke: “Didn’t you say you were tired? Why aren’t you sleeping?” He smiled softly, “I won’t suddenly run away because I’m tired too.”
His words made it sound like we had been wrestling for a long time… I bit his shoulder and said, “Good thing you met me. If it were another girl, she would have been scared away by your dissolute appearance.”
He sighed leisurely, mimicking my tone: “Good thing you met me. If it were another man, you would have been cheated away long ago.”
I laughed in his arms: “Shameless.”
“Hmm, sleep. We’ll wake up early tomorrow.”
Thinking we would return to the Ghost Realm, I felt downhearted but still responded – what must be faced will eventually be faced.
The first light of dawn entered, making the dilapidated temple look bright. I carefully got up, reaching for the now dry clothes. With a sprinkle of immortal energy, I made them pristine and neat. As I dressed and was about to tie my waist belt, I turned to look at Mu Chuan, who was propped up on his elbow, looking at me.
I stammered, “Why didn’t you say something when you woke up?”
He smiled, “With such beautiful scenery, how could I bear to make a sound?”
I hummed lightly, placing his clothes in front of him: “Quickly dress. We’re returning to the Ghost Realm.”
Mu Chuan’s face was gloomy, but he still smiled and said softly, “He won’t bite, because I’ll chop it off.” I grabbed him tightly, afraid he would actually go and tear someone’s tongue out. After all, this was the ‘past’, and if something happened, it would only cause more trouble. He glanced at me indifferently, making me feel like a useless teammate.
He withdrew his gaze and looked up at the sky, saying: “We did not come to the Ghost Realm with any intention to offend.” The other party seemed to have heard nothing, and illusory figures of passersby suddenly disappeared, with sword and knife lights raining down. I was not panicked. Even if the sky were to collapse, there was an expert beside me, and I could just enjoy the ride.
