Chapter 155 Aman's Waiting

The rapidly changing scenes, Cao Cao's astonished expression, my body slowly disappearing in his arms...

A bustling crowd, a constant stream of vehicles, and neon lights that keep changing on the streets...

"In an instant, right before our eyes..."

A beam of light appeared in another world.

...

Time and space shift, segmented scenes

The cycle of reincarnation continues, yet the same belief remains.

My love has returned from ancient times with you.

Time travels, you go back to the past.

The cycle of reincarnation goes on and on; I've experienced both joy and sorrow—it's all so magical…

The music store across the street was playing Stefanie Sun's songs loudly.

I stood there blankly on the street, looking down at myself. I was wearing a somewhat worn-out down coat, a large black T-shirt, and faded jeans, with a crossbody bag slung over my shoulder...

I'm back?

Have you returned from that distant time?

Turning slightly, a very ordinary girl was reflected in the glass window of the shopping mall.

She looked to be around twenty years old, with messy long hair and a somewhat bewildered expression.

It seems like nothing has changed, but... all those ancient people who appeared in my life over such a long period of time were just a dream?

If it's a dream... why does it feel so real?

"What a coincidence." A gentle female voice suddenly rang in my ears.

I turned my head in confusion, and a woman wearing large sunglasses walked up to me. The sunglasses almost covered her entire face, but I remembered her face vividly. She was An Ruo, the one who had predicted that I would have a "misfortune-ridden look" that day, the woman that the fortune teller had missed for a lifetime.

"Sister, this backpack is mine." A childish voice said, and a small hand tugged at my clothes.

I looked down and saw the little boy I had saved that day.

"Qianchen, why don't you thank your sister for saving your life?" An Ruo patted the little boy's head and smiled.

The little boy obediently thanked him.

I stared at the little boy, slightly lost in thought. My little bun... is just as clever and adorable as him.

I shook my head and smiled as I returned the crossbody bag to the little boy.

He took it, opened it, and exclaimed, "Huh? Why are there two pairs of shoes? And they look so strange..."

shoe?

My heart skipped a beat, and I rushed to look.

As expected, these are the shoes I always keep with me.

One pair was given to me by Baozi, and the other pair was delivered directly by Yuan.

It wasn't a dream...it wasn't a dream...they all appeared so vividly in my life...

I reached out with trembling hands and cradled the two pairs of shoes in my arms.

In an instant, it turned into dust, which was scattered by the wind.

My arms were empty.

“Some things can’t be brought back,” An Ruo sighed softly.

I nodded, feeling lost, and turned to leave, but suddenly stopped and looked at An Ruo, "The Half-Immortal is dead."

"What?"

I said Guo Jia... he's dead.

An Ruo was slightly taken aback, then curved her lips into a smile, "It's been eighteen hundred years, if he's not dead he's a monster, that stinky scholar..."

Although she had a slight smile on her lips, I could clearly see tears streaming down her face behind her sunglasses.

"Xiaoxiao," a man walked across the street, his brown eyes blazing with anger, "Why were you gone for so long? I was driven crazy by those reporters!"

"You just ran away from the press conference like that?" An Ruo sighed softly, rubbing her forehead.

"Dad's been naughty... He'll be on the front page again tomorrow!" the little boy said with a grin, making a face.

"I've already been holding back a lot by not hitting people!" The man glared at the little boy angrily.

The little boy immediately hid behind his mother. An Ruo helplessly made a "truce" gesture, "If you keep arguing, neither of you will eat today!"

"Mother……"

"Xiaoxiao..."

Two men, one big and one small, cried out in pain.

I stared blankly at the man; it was Hua Yingxiong's body...

Seeing how happy the family of three was, I quietly walked away.

The streets and alleys felt strangely familiar, yet also strangely unfamiliar.

After walking through several streets and passing a bustling square, I came to my senses and found myself standing at the entrance of the alleyway leading to the welfare home.

It was getting late, and the bright sunset made the sky look radiant. Suddenly, I paused for a moment, and a figure sitting at the entrance of the alley made me feel a little teary-eyed.

It's Aman.

I checked my pockets and found I still had some change. I bought a bag of egg rolls from an old man on the street and walked towards the alley entrance in the sunset.

Aman sat on a stone stool, head down, drawing something on the ground.

I curiously leaned closer to take a look.

The ground was covered with the two characters.

"Mom... Xiaoxiao..."

"Xiaoxiao...Mom..."

It's densely packed with these two words...

His handwriting was crooked and quite ugly, but he wrote it very carefully, stroke by stroke.

I took an egg roll from the paper bag and handed it to him.

He paused for a moment, then looked up at me.

I smiled at him.

"Xiaoxiao!" he suddenly shouted, waving his arms and legs excitedly. He stood up and rushed into the orphanage, yelling, "Xiaoxiao is back! Xiaoxiao is back!"

"Xiaoxiao is back! I knew Xiaoxiao would come back! Look... Xiaoxiao is back!"

I was still stunned when he ran back to my side, took my hand, and said, "They all say I'm stupid, that I'm an idiot, waiting for someone who will never come... Mom was like that, and so was Xiaoxiao... They said Xiaoxiao didn't want me anymore, just like Mom... But I told them that Xiaoxiao would definitely come back! I told them that Xiaoxiao would definitely come..." He hugged me happily, his long arms and legs pulling me into a tight embrace. "Xiaoxiao really did come back... Mom will come back too..."

He held me in his arms as if I were a precious treasure.

I leaned against him, closed my eyes, and whispered, "Yes, I'll come back."

More than 1,800 years have passed. I am not the wife of the Prime Minister, nor the proprietress of Chunfeng Deyilou, nor even the mother of Baozi and Yuanzhi...

I resumed Pei Xiao's normal life, found a job, and started working hard to save money to treat Aman's illness.

Although in other people's eyes I was just missing for half a year and then returned, I myself had already spent more than ten years in that time and space 1,800 years ago. I even became a wife and a mother. In that era of heroes vying for power, I witnessed too much birth, aging, sickness and death, and too much bloodshed and slaughter...

The money I had kept in my savings account was enough to rent a small apartment, so I took Aman out of the orphanage.

I sat cross-legged on the floor and started diligently searching through job advertisements and information. Aman made two cups of instant noodles and brought them out; one for him and one for me.

I took it and quickly browsed the job postings while eating my cup noodles.

I deliver milk in the morning, work at a fast food restaurant at noon, and work as a waiter at a bar in the evening. My monthly income is quite considerable, and I can save money to help Aman with his medical treatment.

“Xiaoxiao, Aman can work too.” Aman suddenly spoke up while eating her cup noodles.

I smiled and stroked his soft, short hair. "No need, Aman, just stay home and behave yourself."

Aman wrinkled her nose and pulled my hand away. "But you've worked so hard, you've lost so much weight..."

"I'm on a diet, don't you think I've become prettier?" I blinked and smiled.

Aman looked at me without saying a word.

"What's wrong?" The face of Aman in front of me overlapped with that of a very arrogant man in my memory. I was stunned for a moment, then shook my head to come back to my senses and laughed.

"Am I really useless..." Aman suddenly said dejectedly.

"How could that be? Aman is very capable," I said exaggeratedly, taking a sip of noodle soup. "Look, the noodles he made are delicious."

Aman continued to look at me without saying a word.