Chapter 344 Who Am I

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

What a series of smooth, decisive movements...

A fox that has finally figured things out is truly terrifying.

She dared not sleep in the same bed with him, and immediately sat up with a start.

"I'm not sleepy!"

joke!

Who knows, while I'm lying here... I might just end up with a litter of fox cubs!

It's better to believe the sun will rise in the west tomorrow than to believe the fox can hold back.

She tried to remain calm and attempted to step over him, but her movements betrayed her haste.

Just as he was about to escape, his calf suddenly tightened.

A fluffy, snow-white fox tail suddenly wrapped around her and gently pulled her back.

At the same time, eight other tails emerged simultaneously, like snow waves crashing into the sky, instantly blocking all paths.

Caught off guard, Jiang Xianwan was pulled back onto the bed. Using the momentum, she spun around and rolled, her clothes fluttering as she barely managed to fall back to the inside, without touching even a corner of his garment.

Caught off guard, Jiang Xianwan rolled inwards in a strange manner, without touching a single piece of his clothing.

Her black hair was disheveled, her skirt spread out, and when she looked up, her brows and eyes showed clear resistance, and her voice trembled slightly.

"Stop fooling around!"

The intimacy of those few days had left her bewildered; she shouldn't have become so entangled with the wind and snow of this world.

Even if they are exactly the same, they are ultimately not the same person.

It wasn't her fox.

Feng Huixue was slightly taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing across her beautiful face. Her crimson lips pursed slightly, as if she was trying to suppress some emotion deep in her heart.

"Why?"

His voice was deep, blending into the dim light.

The usual affectionate eyes clearly reflected disappointment, the corners of the eyes drooped slightly, and even the voice was tinged with a hint of bitterness.

"Are you really that unhappy to come back with me?"

Or is it...?

Why am I unhappy when I see him, but it's not 'him'?

Jiang Xianwan remained silent for a moment, her gaze lowered slightly, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow on her eyelids.

Unconsciously, she raised her hand to brush aside the black hair on her shoulder, her fingertips lingering on the ends of the hair for a moment.

The voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

No.

"You clearly have it!" Feng Huixue's voice rose slightly, relentless, carrying a hint of barely suppressed grievance.

She turned her head away, still refusing to look at him, and simply repeated in a low voice, "No."

She just didn't know how to treat him.

Their aggrieved expressions were identical.

Her lips were slightly pursed, her eyelashes trembled, and her usually affectionate eyes looked dim and lost.

Every time this happened, it would inexplicably soften her heart, and she would almost reach out her hand, but she would stop herself.

Jiang Xianwan's eyes churned with emotion, her gaze gradually becoming unfocused and unfocused, her fingers tightening as she crumpled the fabric of her sleeves.

She has been here for half a month, and the Heavenly Dao has not shown itself again.

The twins sleeping in the tombstone weighed heavily on her, making it hard for her to breathe.

If she fails to complete the task given to her by Heaven, the twins will... never wake up again.

She wanted them to live.

She had to let them live.

She had thought that Di Yin and the others were willing to marry Lin Qingran, but the current situation, while easing her mind, also made her feel more lost and helpless.

What should she do?

What should she do?

Whenever the man in front of her looked at her with those familiar eyes, filled with probing, grievance, and barely perceptible expectation, her heart felt as if it had been stabbed.

And yet I can't help but think of her, Feng Huixue.

Feng Huixue took in all her reactions.

His muscles tensed suddenly, his knuckles clenched so tightly in his palms that they almost left deep marks.

He suddenly lowered his gaze, then raised it again, his eyes burning like flames, piercing straight into her dazed eyes.

That same look again.

She was clearly looking at him, but her gaze seemed to penetrate his very bones, trying to trace another silhouette just like his.

Is the only reason she's willing to come back with him... because he's exactly the same as 'him'?

Feng Huixue has a discerning mind; how could she not understand?

He forced down the churning bitterness in his stomach, but ultimately couldn't suppress the trembling that escaped his lips.

When you look at me... who are you thinking of?

Jiang Xianwan's fingertips trembled, and she suddenly looked up, her eyes meeting those fox-like eyes that were about to cry.

Feng Huixue tilted her head and tried to force a broken smile at her.

But those eyes, which were always full of affection, quickly turned crimson, glistening with tears, and in the next second they were about to shed them.

His voice trembled as he stubbornly pressed on, each word distinct, like a dying man demanding one last truth.

"Jiang Xianwan...who am I?"

He raised his hand, his fingertips trembling as he pointed to his face, his tone almost pleading, yet tinged with a desperate accusation.

"Tell me... when you look at this face, who are you thinking of?"

"You love him... but what about me?"

The surging emotions finally broke down.

He suddenly and gently grasped her wrist, his voice hoarse and abruptly rising, his tearful question tearing through the silence like a blade.

"I am him too..."

"I'm one of yours too!"

Looking at the glistening tears in his eyes, Jiang Xianwan's lips turned white, and all the words stuck in her throat.

Just then, a loud "bang" rang out as the door was pushed open, stopping Jiang Xianwan's fingertips from rising.

Feng Huixue almost instantly waved his sleeve, and as the snow-white silk gauze fell, all the vulnerability and pleading on his face vanished in an instant, leaving only a cold, vibrant color.

He turned sideways, completely shielding Jiang Xianwan behind him.

When he spoke again, his voice was filled with a terrifying ferocity, blaming the interrupted rage and all the unvented pain on the newcomer.

"Fei Ling, you're fucking despicable!"

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

Fei Ling?

The newcomer had a face like a peach blossom, skin as white as snow, and a scarlet robe that seemed to be stained with blood and desire, tightly binding his lean waist and long, powerful legs.

It is the young version of Fei Ling.

Fei Ling flung open the bedroom door with a wave of her sleeve, and then strolled leisurely, as if she were walking in her own backyard.

He stopped three meters from the bed, his waist leaning lazily against the edge of the table.

The moment he opened his mouth, the green tea flavor emanating from his voice was so strong it almost overflowed.

"It's because I haven't seen my brother in a long time, and I miss him terribly."

Recently, Lin Qingran has been busy preparing for the ascent to the Heavenly Ladder, managing the wedding ceremony, and also chasing after the elusive nun. She is so busy that she can hardly keep up with anything.

The channel finally stopped ringing incessantly all day long, bringing a rare moment of peace and quiet.

With nothing to do, I wandered into the Demon Realm and thought I'd stop by to find this grumpy fox and have a drink with him.

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

That familiar taste of tea.

They started calling each other "brother" and "sister"?

Feng Huixue was consumed by jealousy and was in a bad mood. When she saw the visitor, Fei Ling, a fierce look instantly appeared between her brows.

He raised a finger, and the snow-white silk gauze moved without wind. Without any visible movement, a sharp demonic force pierced through the air and struck out.

"Get lost! Who the hell is your brother! My father didn't have a second child!"

"Don't fucking bother me!"

Fei Ling deftly defused the situation, showing no anger whatsoever. Instead, she tilted her head and narrowed her smiling eyes.

His casual tone immediately dropped, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, and he raised an eyebrow with great interest.

"Is someone hiding in your bed?"