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"Xie Jingchen, do you think I look ugly now?" Yan Jinsu and Xie Jingchen were nestled in a countryside mountain villa, one of her many mountain estates.
Because it was heavily planted with her favorite peach blossoms and pear blossoms, she decided to spend the last journey of her life with him in this setting.
At that moment, they were intimately embracing each other, enjoying the simple companionship, and gazing upon the fairy-like beauty of the rural flowers...
"Not ugly, but no matter how beautiful, you are still my wife," Xie Jingchen replied with a smile. His physical condition wasn’t much better than his wife’s.
Besides, in his eyes, his wife’s appearance had never changed; in his heart, she was always the most beautiful.
"Xie Jingchen, you always know how to speak to my heart, faithfully yours, how will you compensate me?" Yan Jinsu said playfully, but it took her a minute to finish the sentence.
Xie Jingchen had grown accustomed to his little wife’s pace of speaking. After listening, he softly chuckled, his voice still so soothing. Every time Yan Jinsu heard her husband’s chuckle, she felt like he touched her most vulnerable spot.
"My treasure, haven’t I already given you my life after life? Have you forgotten?"
"Hmph, how would I know about that! The ’Book of Life and Death’ isn’t in my hands!"
"It’s okay, I will find you," Xie Jingchen affirmed confidently.
He loved her so much, how could he possibly allow his beloved wife to become someone else’s?
Thus, he vowed to follow her in life and death. With such a deep connection between them, he was sure he could return to her side and continue their love!
"What if I leave first?" Yan Jinsu looked at the setting sun, the ground covered in red, yet the peripheral light couldn’t warm her heart.
"That won’t happen. Silly Ni, we will live and die together." Even if the laws of Heavenly Dao pressed down on them, their soul pact as husband and wife, transcending the Law, wouldn’t allow him to be separated from her.
At first, Xie Jingchen thought their simultaneous suffering was coincidental.
"Mm. My little Ni, the only Queen of Night I’ll ever love in my life!"
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