The back seat, filled with an air of ambiguity, had the girl below and him above.

Those words, tinged with a hint of jealousy, slowly seeped into Ye Minghan's heart.

The fingertips that had been stroking her cheek slowly moved to the top of her head and gently rubbed it.

His low, husky voice drifted gently into her ears.

"Yan Yan, let me tell you a story."

"In another unknown world, there is a demon lord in the demon realm who is feared by everyone. He finds life too boring and chooses to fall into a deep sleep."

"For ten thousand years, he had a very, very long dream."

"His soul drifted down to the mortal world and transformed into a scholar, living in a small town in Jiangnan."

"One day, a wealthy young lady wearing a veil went out for a boat trip on the lake. He saw her and, with just one glance, his heart was deeply captivated."

"In order to win her over, he tried every means to get close to her and to bump into her by chance."

"A month later, the rich girl fell ill with a strange ailment that no one could cure."

"In order to save his daughter, the wealthy businessman posted a notice stating that whoever could cure her would be granted a condition after she recovered."

"No one knows that it was the scholar's deliberate act. During a chance encounter, he planted a love potion in her, and only he could cure it."

"After that, naturally, the scholar successfully won the heart of the beauty."

"In that life, they were very happy."

Ye Minghan paused here, his deep eyes filled with intoxicating love and intense longing, just like the scholar in the story, or himself.

He is now reminiscing about his past with her.

The moment he uttered the name of the Demon Lord, Hua Qingyan, who was pinned beneath him, knew that he was telling his own story.

She didn't know why he recalled those memories, nor did she know about his emotional experiences when he was the Demon Lord.

But when she heard that he had once deeply loved someone, her heart felt like it had been filled with lemon juice and bitter melon, very bitter and sour.

Her heart ached so much that she wanted to cry, and tears slowly welled up in her eyes.

She didn't interrupt his story, and continued to listen to his longing for the woman in his dream, as if torturing herself.

Ye Minghan's burning gaze was fixed on the person so close to him as he continued to speak in a low voice.

The scholar and the rich young lady never had any children, and they stayed together until old age.

"When the rich young lady passed away, the scholar went mad and went on to find her next life."

"From that time on, he planted his life essence in her heart. From then on, every time the rich girl was reincarnated, the scholar would find her and they would get married."

"All his and her lifetimes combined amount to ten thousand years."

"But dreams always end, and the first thing the Demon Lord did upon waking was to go find his little wife."

"He never imagined that the wife he had loved for ten thousand years would be a goddess who had descended to the mortal realm for trials."

"After she returned to her position, under the manipulation of a certain hypocrite, she completely forgot her past."

"The Demon Lord could not accept this outcome, so he concealed his demonic power, transformed into a god on a remote island, and went to the divine realm he hated most to pursue her again."

"The Demon Lord is born from heaven and earth and has lived for countless years. His demonic power is unfathomable. Even though she is a goddess, she cannot recognize his true form and only thinks that he is a person from the divine realm who has returned from his trials."

"She loved him deeply, and even without her memory, the love that was firmly rooted in her heart could not be erased."

"After his repeated declarations of love, she accepted him back."

"He and she became a divine couple and lived together in seclusion on a small island filled with the fragrance of flowers. She was unaware of his true identity, and they spent five thousand years in this loving relationship."

"One day, the hypocrite who had erased her memory trespassed on the island and exposed the Demon Lord's true colors. For the first time, a rift formed between him and her."

"She believed he was lying to her, and no matter how he explained, she refused to believe him and wanted to leave him."

"The already paranoid Demon Lord was enraged to see that she believed in that hypocrite and not him. He could no longer tolerate it and forcibly carried her back to the Demon Palace, chained her feet with demonic chains, and locked her in the room day and night, not allowing her to see anyone."

"Until one day, she seemed to have come to a realization and took the initiative to be tender and affectionate towards him, and even used his favorite position to cultivate together."

"That long-lost warmth completely clouded the Demon Lord's judgment. He did whatever she said and even loosened the demon chains."

When he woke up the next day, she was nowhere to be found, leaving only a note that read: "From now on, let's part ways and wish each other well."

As soon as she finished speaking, a tear silently slid down Hua Qingyan's cheek. It was hot, and it made her heart ache indescribably.

She could sense that the former Demon Lord loved that High God very, very much, so much so that he was willing to give up all his cultivation for her, turning into fragments that scattered across the three thousand minor worlds.

Then what is she?

At this moment, she began to feel lost.

Ye Minghan once loved that god for fifteen thousand years.

She and he have only experienced two small worlds. When he remembers, will he turn around and go back to his ex-wife?

My heart suddenly ached as if stabbed by a knife, the pain making it hard to breathe.

She stared blankly up at his wounded eyes, and asked him, her voice choked with sobs:

Why are you telling me this story?

"It sounds far-fetched, but there are always many things in this world that cannot be explained by science. You are that Demon Lord, aren't you?"

"You love her deeply, don't you?"

"In your heart, there's only her, isn't there?"

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