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"Who are you?" Wu Huan asked in return.

He had regained some strength and managed to stand up. He reached out to Wang Xiaoxia, intending to grab her, but he lost his balance and fell flat on his face.

Wu Huan turned around and saw that his legs were covered with fine silver needles, and he was numb like a piece of wood.

"What are these things?" Wu Huan said angrily, sitting up and pulling out the silver needles one by one. Upon closer inspection, he found that in addition to the silver needles, there seemed to be many marks on his legs where he had been pricked. He reached out to smooth the wounds but found that he had no magic power left.

He couldn't help but feel a little panicked. He was now unable to leave and had no magic power. If Chongli found him, he would surely die.

Wang Xiaoxia kept watching from the cave entrance until he realized that Wu Huan posed no threat. Then he swaggered back into the cave, hands on his hips, looking down at Wu Huan.

“I’m a doctor, and I saved you. Don’t repay kindness with enmity,” Wang Xiaoxia said solemnly.

In fact, she used his leg to practice acupuncture and almost crippled him.

Wu Huan looked up. This woman was just an ordinary mortal with no power. How could she possibly save him? He looked around. Since there were mortals living here, this must be the human realm.

"So you're a doctor?" Wu Huan sneered, completely disregarding her.

Wang Xiaoxia was simple-minded, after all, this was the first time in her life she had ever worked as a doctor.

"Yes! I carried it for you, and I even changed your clothes!" She still had her hands on her hips, proudly recounting her achievements.

Wu Huan then realized what was happening, turned his face away, and hurriedly straightened his clothes to cover his bare legs.

"I looked you over completely when I was wiping you down. It's alright, don't be so formal in front of a doctor," Wang Xiaoxia said cheerfully, grinning widely.

It seems this person not only lacks magical powers but is also simple-minded. Wu Huan calmly tidied his clothes and was no longer wary of her.

"You are not yet married, it is not appropriate for a man and a woman to be alone together," Wu Huan said with his head down.

Wang Xiaoxia became increasingly interested in this person. She squatted down and carefully examined the boy in front of her. Perhaps because his face had regained some color after she hit him, he looked much better.

His long, black hair was disheveled and draped over his shoulders, adorned with a few flowers. These flowers were added by Wang Xiaoxia to cover up the smell of blood on his body. His thin face made his nose appear high and straight, and his eyes were large and dark. Although his complexion was pale, his lips were a deep color. When he was not smiling, he always had a strong sense of mystery, which always made people unable to help but take a second look at him.

“You’re not human,” Wang Xiaoxia said, staring into those eyes.

He is certainly not human; if a human had been tortured like this by Wang Xiaoxia, he would have died long ago.

"I am a member of the Ghost Clan," Wu Huan said, having no intention of deceiving this naive young girl.

"Ghost Clan? How long have you been dead?" Wang Xiaoxia asked, his eyes wide.

Her mother never mentioned the ghost realm to her, so she lived a life no different from ordinary people and had no idea of ​​the difference between ghosts and ghosts.

Wu Huan turned his head to look at the girl as if she were a fool. She was quite pretty, but a bit silly, so he suddenly wanted to tease her.

"I was harmed by you in my past life, so I've come to seek revenge on you in this life," Wu Huan said, putting on a stern face to deliberately scare her.

Wang Xiaoxia immediately stopped laughing and looked at him with disbelief. Before Wu Huan could react, Wang Xiaoxia slapped him across the face, leaving him stunned. He turned his head and glared at her fiercely. Now he finally understood why his face was always burning.

Feeling that familiar touch, Wang Xiaoxia nodded, slowly stood up, and looked down at him with disdain, saying:

"They have flesh and blood, just like humans! The demon race is the same as the gods and humans, only they live in different places, right?"

Wu Huan covered his face and turned around, feeling like he had swallowed a huge pent-up feeling, but he couldn't vent it. After a long while, he finally uttered a soft "hmm".

"Are you hungry? What do you ghosts eat? I'll find you something to eat," Wang Xiaoxia said instead.

Wu Huan, who was known for his man-eating, also started spouting nonsense.

Then his other half of his face began to sting. He covered his face, looking surprised and resentful. He wanted to fight back but couldn't even stand up.

He finally had to compromise, saying, "I'll eat anything."

Wang Xiaoxia nodded in satisfaction, then ran home to find some food and brought it back.

Whether it was from acupuncture or from being beaten by Chongli, Wu Huan's leg had been paralyzed for some time. He was also light-footed, so when Wang Xiaoxia was in a good mood, she would carry him around the mountains, regardless of whether Wu Huan agreed or not. In any case, Wu Huan had no room to object, and over time he got used to this kind of life.

There were no pursuers, no hatred, nothing at all, only Wang Xiaoxia by his side.

Gradually, Wu Huan began to look forward to each day, anticipating that Wang Xiaoxia would wake up and chatter away, taking him all over the mountains and fields, catching wild animals, gathering herbs, and doing many things he had never done before.

Live like a real human being.

Wang Xiaoxia would always gather strange and unusual herbs to treat Wu Huan's legs, and this simple cave was gradually filled with flowers by Wang Xiaoxia. She didn't like flowers, but wanted to use them to cover up the smell of herbs.

Moreover, Wang Xiaoxia couldn't cook, and she rarely went home to take care of Wu Huan. So she would always make some strange things for Wu Huan to eat, and then stare wide-eyed at him as he ate those strange things, observing his reaction.

Wu Huan eats everything because he ate everything during his time as a wanderer.

So when Wang Xiaoxia watched as Wu Huan ate the dark, flower-shaped cake, his mouth gaped wide open.

"Don't you demons have a sense of taste?" she said, baring her teeth.

Wu Huan couldn't help but laugh at her innocent appearance.

“I’m just not a picky eater,” he said.

"You're the first person who can finish everything I make," Wang Xiaoxia couldn't help but say, even she herself couldn't eat what she made.

"Is that so? Your cooking skills are indeed not very good. You'd better practice, or what will you do when you get married?" Wu Huan said with a sneer.

Although he was joking, Wang Xiaoxia took it seriously. She was sixteen years old, a prime age, but no matchmaker dared to come to her house to propose marriage because she was neither virtuous nor did she always hit people.

She once defeated three young men single-handedly, and from then on, no decent family in the surrounding villages dared to marry her. As the apple of her parents' eye, how could they bear to see her marry a bad man?

"Wu Huan, why don't you marry me?" Wang Xiaoxia said, grabbing Wu Huan's shoulder with a serious expression and looking at him earnestly.

"Huh?" Wu Huan was stunned, staring wide-eyed at Wang Xiaoxia.

He wasn't heartless; rather, he dared not think, dared not hope, dared not expect that one day he could have a life of his own.

For over a thousand years, he lived in constant fear, as if he were always wearing an outer layer, never truly being himself for a single day.

Even though he never imagined that the time he spent in the human world, by Wang Xiaoxia's side, would be the most comfortable days of his life, days when he never pretended to be someone else and was just himself.

"Wu Huan, please marry me! No one but you would want to marry me!" Wang Xiaoxia pleaded, her watery eyes looking at Wu Huan with an innocent and carefree expression.

There could be no purer eyes in the world, so clean that there wasn't a single impurity. Wu Huan was stunned by their beauty.

"But I..." After a long while, Wu Huan turned his head away and said with some difficulty, "I can't marry her, I can't hurt her."

He wanted to tell her that he couldn't give her happiness, that he was a man who lived for today and didn't care about tomorrow.

“Wu Huan, I can only live for a few decades, but you are a member of the Ghost Clan and can live for a long time. For you, I will die soon and will not delay you for long,” Wang Xiaoxia said anxiously when he saw that Wu Huan was unwilling.

The mention of her death suddenly caused Wu Huan a sharp pain in his heart. Yes! Wang Xiaoxia was a mortal, and she only had a few decades to live.

It's only a few decades, let him be himself for a few decades, let him live for himself for a few decades.

Let him not seek revenge or fight for the throne, but simply let him live as the husband of the king's concubine for a few decades, just a few decades.

If he could, he really wanted to be her husband, even if only for a few decades.

Thinking of this, Wu Huan could no longer control his suppressed emotions, and he pulled Wang Xiaoxia into his arms and hugged her tightly.

“Okay, I’ll marry you, Xiaoxia, let’s get married,” he said.

"That's great! Wu Huan! We'll get married when my parents come back!" Wang Xiaoxia said happily, hugging Wu Huan.

"Okay," Wu Huan replied indulgently.

He released his hand, and Wang Xiaoxia sat up straight, looking at him happily. Their eyes met, and a certain emotion was spreading freely in their hearts. He pulled Wang Xiaoxia close and gently kissed her thin lips. Wang Xiaoxia's body stiffened for a moment, but then relaxed and closed her eyes. Their lips and teeth intertwined.

The warm summer breeze gently caressed the cave entrance, and at that moment, two hearts were connected, clinging to each other.

From that day on, Wang Xiaoxia took Wu Huan with her wherever she went. At first, Wu Huan had to support her as she walked, but gradually she was able to walk by relying on tree branches. Later, her legs and feet became more agile and she was able to walk on her own, and her magic power slowly recovered.

Life on Earth is always easy and pleasant; there are no ghosts, no demons, and no endless strife and fighting.

Seeing that Wu Huan's leg was gradually getting better, Wang Xiaoxia took him to the market to buy things for the wedding. Since Wu Huan had no home, Wang Xiaoxia had to buy his things as well. Fortunately, she knew where the money at home was kept, and she always had more money than she could spend when her parents were not at home.

“Wu Huan, do you know that my mother can’t cook either? When I was little, my father would always secretly bring me to this restaurant to eat. He was afraid that my mother would find out. After each meal, he would run to the forest to pick a lot of medicinal herbs to bring home,” Wang Xiaoxia said incessantly, sitting opposite Wu Huan.

She was always very talkative, so Wu Huan listened patiently. He never mentioned his past, as if it were something that had never happened.