"He Mingxiao, are you pretending to be pitiful?"

As soon as she said that, Nan Xian regretted it.

Since her rebirth, she has discovered that He Mingxiao is a person who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals. This trait can be described as being able to bend and stretch, or to put it bluntly, being shameless.

He would say anything to get back together with her.

As expected—

"Yes, I'm pretending to be pitiful. Will you still be soft-hearted towards me?" He Mingxiao quietly took a step forward, his gaze lingering greedily on her face, his eyes hiding a turbulent undercurrent of emotion.

However, from Nan Xian's perspective, all she felt was a sudden sense of oppression. The moment he approached, a strange wariness and unease rose in her heart, a feeling like a huge, rapidly approaching wave, causing her to blurt out uncontrollably:

"No, never!"

He Mingxiao stood frozen in place, seemingly in disbelief, staring at her with his eyes slightly wide open.

Nan Xian regained her composure, as if that moment of loss of control had never happened. After a brief silence, she suddenly realized that now was the time to speak her mind.

Undeniably, He Mingxiao's actions over the past six months have surprised her. She has considered giving each other another chance more than once. If she hadn't been exposed to metaphysics and hadn't known her past and present lives, perhaps she could have let go of the grudges and started over... However, she is no longer the Nan Xian she once was. Perhaps the blood of the fox demon A Xian from millions of years ago still flows in her veins. Her mission in this rebirth is not yet complete, so how can she be held back by these petty love affairs?

Thinking of this, Nan Xian felt her mind suddenly clear, and the temples that had been aching from staying up all night relaxed, and her eyebrows and eyes unconsciously relaxed.

She looked up to meet his gaze, continuing her previous words: "What's done is done, and a broken mirror can never be mended. You know as well as I do that there's more to it than just romantic love between us. You have your career, and I have my pursuits. If we got back together, we might be happy, but it would only be temporary, just like before—"

She almost blurted out "ten years," but her gaze faltered slightly, pausing for half a second.

"Those times were so beautiful, yet they were fleeting, like a flower in full bloom, leaving behind only ruins. Instead of dwelling on them, why not let those memories remain deep within our minds, preserving a beautiful memory rather than growing weary of each other in the future? What do you think?"

She spoke to him so calmly, a rare occurrence, yet every word was like an arrow, every phrase like a knife, stabbing his heart with countless wounds, each one oozing blood.

She was clearly standing right in front of him, only inches away, yet it felt as if a thousand mountains and rivers separated them.

His thoughts couldn't reach her, and she couldn't hear what he wanted to say or what he hadn't finished saying.

He stood there, stunned, feeling as if a huge hole had been ripped out of his chest, revealing bright red flesh and white bones. The cold winter wind relentlessly blew in, and his hands and feet went numb as if electrocuted, causing his whole body to tremble violently.

Yes, it's not just feelings that are hindering them.

In terms of feelings, his love for Nan Xian and Nan Xian's love for him were equally unwavering. If he hadn't known this, he would never have dared to pursue her so relentlessly.

But what is he? He is a cursed monster, a coward who dares not even do intimate things with the one he loves.

He couldn't bear to see the look of disgust on her face when she learned the truth, so he promised that he could only give her that for a while, not forever.