Chapter 47 Luofu Immortal Boat - Epilogue [The First Romantic Partner Should...]

Fu Li kept watching him.

After He Yuan made his choice, most of the light cones treasured within Shan Jian Tian turned to ash.

Fu Li held the only lit cone of light and pondered in the center of the Heaven of Good Vision.

It's always like this.

Where did the error occur?

He picked up his past memories and found only [Hunter] Star God Lan.

But His appearance is also a point in the circle.

Ultimately, it comes down to He Yuan's choice.

If he thinks this is good, then he will continue down this path, all the way to the end, without looking back.

Just like now, he lives with those three men, and although it is tiring, he is happy.

He Yuan enjoys this kind of life and seems to have forgotten about home.

Suddenly, Fu Li arrived at the shelf and found a light cone that did not exist in this timeline.

The light cone displays a continuous image.

The naked young man with pure white wings sat on the hips of [Hunter] Star God Lan, pinching his penis.

His wings spread up and down with his movements, and at a certain moment they tightened together with a part of his body, enveloping him and Lan.

A pair of hands emerged from the wings, grabbed the youth's waist, and turned him over.

The base of her wings was pinched tightly, her knees were on the soft carpet, her upper body was pressed against the ground as if she had no strength, and then she was lifted up again.

Fu Li restrained his urge to crush the light cone.

The Star God of Hunting... He remembered.

He slowly searched through his memories of what had happened before and discovered the turning point that led to this ending.

Because of Lan, ordinary people united.

They weave a boundless net with sweet words, allowing cranes and kites to soar freely within it.

But these were all He Yuan's choices.

He chose to fall into the soft web, his body entangled in spider silk, and he was immersed in the ever-flowing honey.

Fu Li kept watching him.

Watching his messy relationships with those three men, watching them repeatedly break their original plans, and finally ending up in chaos.

He saw He Yuan sandwiched in the middle, being carried along with a frail and boneless body, her dark hair clinging to her fair skin and then being brushed aside by another hand.

The young man had grown his hair long, which was parted, pinned up, and adorned with various dazzling hair accessories.

There were three of them, but only one crane and a kite.

They should have used the small opening at the top, but they all tacitly avoided doing so.

"That will be uncomfortable." Yingxing pecked at his neck, leaving marks of varying depths. "A-Yuan, you just need to enjoy it, leave everything to me."

Danfeng held him in her mouth, doing what they forbade, wiping the overflowing translucent white liquid little by little into her other mouth.

Jingyuan is tying his hair.

He Yuan always complained that Xing Ai's hair was too sticky when it was long, so Jing Yuan would tie it up for him and wash it clean when he finished.

He Yuan, slightly unsteady on her feet, pressed her weight onto Dan Feng's face, then shyly exerted force, only to have Dan Feng grab her waist.

"Just relax," she mumbled, her lips glistening with moisture.

It seems that life is no different from before.

Crane and Kite don't need to think about how to maintain balance; they just need to accept their "love."

This is the best kind of "love".

Fu Li knew he shouldn't have continued watching, but he still watched the whole thing.

Star God thought jealously that if the three of them did something excessive, then He could rightfully step in, take He Yuan away, and reverse the timeline back to its predetermined fate.

But He had to admit that their love was profound and gentle, and quite presentable.

It's easy for three people to argue over how to allocate time, since there's only so much time available, and who gets more or less will cause conflict.

The best way is to increase time efficiency, for example... going in together?

Crane Kite's body can handle it; once she gets used to it, it will be the same as before.

But they didn't.

Even the Dragon Lords, who needed such treatment the most, were rotated among themselves.

They wouldn't argue in front of He Yuan to put him in a difficult position; all the competition was done in private, but they were all working towards He Yuan's goal.

The wealthy dragon king would present him with sets of clothes, which he would then put on and take off, demanding payment from the mirror.

The skilled metalworker crafted weapons and condescended to create rare jewelry, all for the sake of a kiss from the young man. The rest room in the workshop had its usual sheets changed early, awaiting the young man's arrival.

Xiao Wei, her childhood sweetheart, provides He Yuan with the information she needs and can talk about most, and is happy to create more memories, just like before, so close and inseparable.

Fu Li didn't know how to evaluate Xing Ai and this relationship, but he clearly sensed that He Yuan's "memory" was happy.

That's enough.

His appearance will lead to the same fate as Lan.

Fu Li should leave now.

He should return to Sudarsana and await the reversal of the timeline.

But as if by some strange twist of fate, He stayed and recorded everything.

He watched as they adjusted their vacation after the great war and headed together to Lusaka—the planet covered by ocean.

Dragon Drum Water brings vibrant rainbows and a unique diving experience to young people.

Baiye Shipbuilding ensures smooth sailing on the sea, allowing you to enjoy everything the ocean has to offer.

Xiaowei is in charge of fishing and cooking. Since they got together, only Heyuan's favorite dishes appear on the table.

But the youth will reciprocate in kind.

He can also cook, make their favorite dishes, and do their favorite things.

As always, he would play pranks on and frame the Dragon Master, and hand over any good materials he collected to Baiye. He would also take Xiaowei with him to explore new and exciting places.

Just looking at the young man's smiling face, Fu Li's heart was satisfied.

He wanted this joy to last forever, so that the youth could live out this timeline in its entirety.

Fu Li's actions, by a twist of fate, disrupted the timeline.

*

Birth, aging, illness, and death are unavoidable topics.

I don’t know when it started, but Yingxing always had a faint peach blossom scent on him.

That was the first perfume that He Yuan photographed, and he bought a lot of them.

The product jointly developed by the company and Xianzhou is also in use by Yingxing, and it looks no different from what it was many years ago.

But he hadn't been intimate with He Yuan for a long time.

"My physical appearance is still radiant, but my inner self has begun to rot." Ying Xing felt the life force gradually draining from her body, feeling helpless yet calm.

He had long anticipated this day and had prepared a way out for himself.

He loathed the bountiful people who brought disaster, and he also loathed the capricious apothecary. Unwilling to accept the traces of bounty, he planned to die like an ordinary person.

When he was young, he was about the same age as He Yuan. If he were to be intimate with He Yuan now, he would be stealing the youthful body and vitality of the young man.

Yingxing poured all her emotions into caring for Heyuan and forging.

He wanted to leave behind many, many things, even if they only occupied a small part of the Crane and Kite cabinet, that would be enough.

Fu Li came to him.

"I need to record your memories as a treasure. In return, all your bodily functions will be at their peak before you die."

Yingxing recognized this as the [Memory] Star God.

The Star God's request was tempting, but Yingxing hesitated.

In his memory, the most important thing was the crane and the kite.

Will Fu Li use these memories to do something bad?

"I will not."

Fu Li said frankly, "I like A Yuan, and I want him to live this line happily."

After witnessing the actions of the Star-Hunting God, Fu Li's behavior was no longer considered exaggerated.

Yingxing found it hard to refuse His conditions, but still gritted her teeth and shook her head.

"Even so, my age will not change, and I cannot accept kissing him at this age."

Even if his physical age is that of a twenty-something, his mental age is not.

Fu Li was somewhat surprised.

This is the best solution He could think of, so why would this person refuse it?

“But A-Yuan will be sad because of this,” He stated the truth.

Yingxing shook her head, "A-Yuan wouldn't."

Fu Li did not understand He Yuan.

He wasn't particularly fond of apricots and irises; he preferred the warmth of companionship. His daily routines felt more like a formality in return for their kindness, so they reduced the frequency of their interactions.

With your lover right beside you, there's no need for intense possessiveness to fight for love.

Love should not be about fighting.

Ying Xing asked, "What do you want my memories for?"

Fu Li: "To be treasured. Or to serve as... the cornerstone of the world."

However, Yingxing had many cranes and kites in his memory that he did not want others to see.

That was a landscape that belonged only to him, one he did not want others to glimpse even a little bit of.

Yingxing rejected Fuli.

Fu Li didn't linger and left directly.

Yingxing lowered her eyes to look at the hairpin in her hand, recalling how Heyuan looked wearing it, and her expression softened.

*

Yingxing's death was foreshadowed.

After he disappeared for a period of time, He Yuan went to look for him.

As I walked toward the bedroom door, I heard muffled sounds coming from inside.

A deep, gentle voice came through the door.

"Ah Yuan, let's stop here."

Ying Xing thought that he really shouldn't be seen in his current state.

The man still retains the appearance and physique of his youth, but sitting on this bed that holds countless memories, he doesn't even have the courage to meet her.

His core is already inevitably aging.

“Brother Yingxing…I want to see you again,” He Yuan said at the door.

At least let him see him one last time, say goodbye to his beloved paper doll, and watch his life come to an end.

He cherishes the years of companionship and wants to try to give the same amount of love in return.

The sounds inside paused, followed by the rustling of fabric.

"Come in."

He Yuan pushed open the door and saw a man who had covered his entire body.

He had touched Yingxing's body countless times, but only vaguely reflected it. He could clearly see the specific patterns of that area in Heyuan's mind.

"Ah Yuan... I can't stay with you anymore."

His words were tinged with apology.

He Yuan shook her head, "I will remember Brother Yingxing."

Through the obstruction, Yingxing gazed greedily at the young man.

He was still as youthful and radiant as when we first met, like a bright sun, or a gentle and bright moon.

Being bathed in the moonlight was his greatest fortune in this life.

“Brother Yingxing, I’m right here, okay?” He Yuan reached out and touched the fabric. “Didn’t we promise forever?”

"Don't break your promise."

Yingxing did not dodge and reached out his hand to Heyuan.

"Okay, I won't go back on my word."

They held hands, leaning against each other on the sofa like a couple still deeply in love, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

As He Yuan listened to Ying Xing's breathing, her thoughts churned.

This was not the first time he had faced death.

He has seen a lot in real life, but now he has to say goodbye to someone he "loves".

This is the first time.

Yingxing's breathing was intermittent, interspersed with coughs.

He suddenly opened his eyes, grasped He Yuan's hand tightly, and led him to the dressing table.

Through the hazy fabric, the man's gray-purple eyes shone brightly, his face radiant with excitement, as if he had returned to the arena of the Great Forge, unleashing his inspiration.

He Yuan moved her lips, but said nothing.

He knew what this meant.

He watched Ying Xing bustling about, taking many boxes out of the small bedroom.

“Ah Yuan, I missed eighteen years of your life,” Ying Xing said with a smile, ruffling the young man’s hair. “Now, I’m making up for it all for you.”

He took out another key and placed it in He Yuan's palm. "I'm sorry, I can't walk with you any further."

"Here are the birthday presents I prepared for you. You open one every year..."

"OK?"

This statement was almost a plea.

He almost burned the rest of his life just so that He Yuan could remember him a little longer.

"good."

A slightly nasal voice resonated through the fabric, reaching Yingxing's eardrums.

It seems that this is the only sentence he can hear.

Ying Xing picked up a tissue from the table and brushed it across He Yuan's eyes. When he felt the dampness on his fingers, the man was clearly stunned.

He immediately forgot everything else, focusing only on holding the young man in his arms and gently stroking his spine.

"Don't cry, you'll look ugly if you cry."

His voice carried a faint smile and an lingering sadness, "Didn't you say before that you were going to bring seven or eight boyfriends to my grave?"

“Ah Yuan, don’t be sad for me. I’m just… going to scout things out for you first, preparing everything for you in another world.”

He Yuan clutched his clothes, tears welling in her eyes, then falling uncontrollably and soaking the fabric in front of her.

He kept his mouth tightly shut, only uttering a single "hmm" with a heavy nasal tone.

Helpless, Yingxing took out a silk handkerchief and wiped her tears away little by little, but tears still kept falling.

He Yuan really wanted to buy the items in the shop so that Ying Xing could survive.

But he refused.

He Yuan can only keep the archive of being with Ying Xing forever, and go back to see him when she misses him.

"May I do your hair and makeup?"

Yingxing touched the tears in Heyuan's eyes.

He Yuan struggled to stop her tears and replied, "Okay."

His hair had grown to knee-length, silky and smooth, and when he sat in the chair, it almost reached the ground.

Yingxing skillfully but clumsily tied her hair into a ponytail, adding a bright red rose to the side.

The hand that usually swings a hammer picks up an eyebrow pencil and steadily draws the arch of the eyebrow, while the eyeliner is drawn smoothly.

The lip color was already vibrant, and applying it added a touch of allure.

He Yuan looked at Ying Xing in the mirror, and Ying Xing looked at him in the mirror.

The man looked at it very intently, as if he wanted to etch it into his heart.

He Yuan took his hand and led him to the balcony.

There was a small swing that Yingxing had built for him, and they had spent a lot of time there.

The swing swayed gently, its creaking sound mingling with the soft, rhythmic breathing, melting into the sunlight.

At one point, the sound of the swing almost drowned out the sound of breathing.

As if she knew something, He Yuan turned her head to look at Ying Xing and suddenly cupped the man's face in her hands.

They hadn't kissed in a long time.

Under Ying Xing's surprised gaze, He Yuan pressed herself against him through the thin fabric.

He covered Yingxing's eyes, but they simply pressed their lips together.

There was a layer of fabric between their lips that could not be removed, allowing only a thin layer of warmth to be conveyed.

Yingxing used her last bit of strength to hug him, her lips tightly pressed together.

The sunlight shone on him, but brought him no warmth whatsoever.

All his body heat came from his lover beside him.

Their posture suggested they had just started dating, so intimate they didn't want to be apart and wished they could stay together every moment.

Such time spent alone is rare when the four of them are together.

Yingxing nudged Heyuan slightly and began to finish what he hadn't said yet.

"After I die, can you cremate me and bury me beside you?"

He didn't want to go to a cemetery where he didn't know anyone.

Only the demonic bodies of the Immortal Boat people were imprisoned in the Ten Kings' Division, while the fox people placed their remains in a star raft and released them into the sky.

Short-lived species... are probably classified into a separate area.

Ke Yingxing didn't know any of these people.

He still wanted to stay by He Yuan's side and see him again—even though he was already a handful of dust.

"Okay, I promise you."

He Yuan asked, "Is it alright under the peach tree in my yard?"

Yingxing smiled and said okay.

Gradually, the breathing stopped.

He Yuan slowly let go, as if Ying Xing were still there, letting the man lean against her legs.

"I will always remember..."

[My first romantic partner, Ying Xing, is deceased.]

Overall Score: 86

—The bright moon in his heart shone upon him, and he departed contentedly.

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Author's note: I used up ten tissues writing this chapter, crying as I wrote, and was ridiculed by my friends and family.

I didn't expect it to be this long; there will be another update tonight.