Chapter 106, Extra Chapter 4: [Xiao Chuan from the original novel travels to this time and space]

[The original novel's Xiao Chuan travels to this time and space]

Xiao Chuan sensed something was wrong even before he opened his eyes.

First, there's the smell.

He was surrounded by an unfamiliar fragrance, yet his body instinctively embraced the soft, fragrant body tightly.

Looking at the unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar face beside him, Xiao Chuan realized the second thing.

He is dead.

After entering Chang'an, his body, riddled with wounds, was already on the verge of collapse. He managed to get things settled in half a year, but just yesterday, on the eve of his birthday, he felt an overwhelming fatigue sweep over him.

He knew he hadn't lived to his forties; he was dead now.

If he's dead, what's going on now?

The woman in front of him resembled Yu Shi, whom he had personally torn apart by five horses twenty years ago, yet she was not quite the same.

The Yu girl in my memory was much thinner, and her features didn't seem to be as delicate and beautiful as they are now.

Before Xiao Chuan could figure it out, he felt the woman in his arms move.

She snuggled closer to him, tilted her head back, and caught his lips on hers, giving him a quick kiss. After that, she whimpered and looked sleepy, her eyes barely open.

The warmth on his lips startled Xiao Chuan.

He wanted to get off the woman on top of him, but this body seemed to be very familiar with Yu Nu. Rather than getting rid of her, his mind was filled with kissing her earlobes, forehead, and eyelids until he woke her up.

Xiao Chuan shook his head to prevent himself from doing anything foolish, and then got out of bed.

As the softness in his arms disappeared, while Yu Nu comfortably fell asleep again, clutching the quilt, Xiao Chuan felt a sense of loss and subconsciously frowned.

Everything is so strange.

Xiao Chuan looked around and could easily tell that this was a house with a male and female owner. There was a woman's dressing table and a shelf for the man to display his accessories.

It also shows that the man living with the woman is very accommodating to her preferences. Three-quarters of the room is filled with the woman's belongings, and even the wardrobe for clothes has only a small space for the man.

Standing in front of the silver mirror that could reflect every detail of a person, his appearance in the mirror, like that of Yu Nu, felt both familiar and strange to him.

The man in the mirror looked like he was under thirty, with no gray hair and no wrinkles between his brows.

Xiao Chuan looked at the person's eyebrows and eyes in the mirror. Even though the person in the mirror was expressionless, their demeanor was relaxed.

Like the maiden on the couch.

Is it pretty?

When Mi Yao woke up, Xiao Chuan was looking at a painting while wearing his nightgown.

She walked up behind him and lazily pounced on him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Why are you suddenly so narcissistic? You're staring at your own portrait first thing in the morning."

With her soft body pressed close, Xiao Chuan felt slightly uncomfortable and pressed down on her restless hand that was trying to slip inside his nightgown.

When was this painting created?

"snort."

Mi Yao snorted unhappily as her hand was held down. Xiao Chuan released her hand and placed it on his abdominal muscles. Only then did she look up with satisfaction and join him in looking at the painting in front of them.

"When else could it be? It's the day after my last birthday."

The painting depicts Xiao Chuan playing the guqin. His fingers pluck the strings, but his phoenix eyes are fixed on what is in front of him. He has a hibiscus in his hair, and his eyes are filled with a tenderness and passion that is more gentle than flowers.

Fearing she would forget Xiao Chuan's appearance after her birthday, she personally painted this portrait. Originally, she intended to keep it private, but Xiao Chuan discovered it and hung it in the room.

"I know you like this painting, but it's been so long, why are you still looking at it so intently today? Are you trying to please me?"

Mi Yao smiled and turned to kiss Xiao Chuan's lips, but when her gaze met Xiao Chuan's eyes, she paused involuntarily.

Taking advantage of the moment, Xiao Chuan distanced himself from the two: "I have some things to take care of. We'll talk when we get back to the manor."

After Mi Yao nodded, Xiao Chuan changed his clothes and left the mansion.

He went out for a short while and quickly found out that he was in Youzhou. Besides himself and Yu Miyao, the mansion he lived in also housed Xiao Yi, Xiao Liang, Xiao Shan, and Yu Miyao's sister.

Instead of rushing to see the children he remembered as dead, he went to the government office first.

In the government office, he saw the new laws. Without needing anyone to explain, just by looking at the official documents on the table, he could tell that the person in this world was doing a better job than him.

The people live in greater peace and stability, and he will enter Chang'an ten years earlier in this world, paying a lower price.

After spending several hours at the government office, he returned to his residence before it got dark.

A strange emotion welled up inside him; he wanted to see Yu Nu, who had been intimate with him that morning, again, and to observe her expression more closely.

Compared to when he left, when he returned to the mansion, there were many more decorative lanterns and ribbons, and as he stepped through the second gate, handfuls of colorful papers rained down from the sky.

"Father, may you have a peaceful and healthy birthday."

"May Father live a long and healthy life, like the evergreen ailanthus."

"I wish my father and mother a long and happy life together, and that I will never do anything wrong that will make my mother angry."

The three children, while scattering confetti, excitedly offered their blessings to Xiao Chua.

Although they love their mother more, they would never favor one over the other, and they would prepare birthday surprises for both of them.

Mother has hibiscus flowers, so Father must have some shredded colored paper.

Xiao Chuan held the gifts from the three children in his hands, his gaze falling on the three of them.

In my memory, Xiao Liang was timid and had a bright face, Xiao Shan was taciturn and chattering, and Xiao Yi was gloomy and sullen as gentle as a pine tree.

After a lively dinner prepared by the three children, Xiao Shan took the lead in hugging Xiao Chuan: "Father, although you can be fierce sometimes and like to compete with us for Mother's affection, we still love you!"

After hugging Xiao Liang, he kissed Xiao Chua on the cheek, then took two steps back and chuckled.

The way he expressed himself suddenly became more serious. Xiao Yi hesitated, too embarrassed to say "I love you" and even more afraid to kiss Xiao Chuan. So he grabbed Xiao Chuan's wrist and let Xiao Chuan's hand rest on his head.

Xiao Yi smiled broadly and pulled Xiao Shan and Xiao Liang out of the house, saying, "Father, Mother, I'm taking Erlang and Shan'er to play."

The lively room fell silent instantly. Xiao Chuan looked at Mi Yao, who hadn't yet made a move: "Aren't you going to give me a gift?"

"Didn't you say that my existence was the best gift for you?"

Mi Yao blinked and teased Xiao Chuan on purpose.

Seeing that Xiao Chuan did not smile but just stared at her, their eyes met, and a strange atmosphere lingered between them.

After a moment, Mi Yao broke the silence, standing up and taking out the bracelet she had prepared earlier.

“I carefully selected each piece of wood and kept it by my side for more than half a year. Now it’s yours.”

Taking Xiao Chua's hand, Mi Yao put the bracelet on his wrist.

Xiao Chuan raised his hand and sniffed the beaded bracelet on his wrist. It indeed had the same sweet fragrance as the woman in front of him, and even retained a trace of the soft touch of her skin.

I really like the gift.

He wasn't good at smiling, but at this moment he still managed a slight smile for Mi Yao, "Thank you."

Thank you for giving him the most wonderful day of his life.

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Just before she fell asleep, she sensed her lover's return. The familiar intimacy of their bodies and the repeated calls of "Huhu" made Mi Yao, despite being extremely sleepy, exchange a deep kiss filled with their shared essence.

Gifts can be given to your lover in their past life, but the best gifts can only be given to your lover in this life.

Mi Yao leaned against Xiao Chuan's chest: "I made a birthday wish for you. From now on, we will be together on every birthday of yours. You will be mine until the moment you breathe your last."

"Year after year, we'll stay together until our hair turns white."

Mi Yao's domineering nature dulled the sharpness of the memories that suddenly appeared in his mind. Xiao Chuan kissed Mi Yao's forehead tenderly and replied gently and earnestly.