Li Chuan hoped that Xiang Xinian would remember her, but at the same time, she felt that the memories of their meeting and time together on that day should remain at the Bridge of Helplessness. If they met again, they would meet under new identities.
After all, she didn't want to hear from Xiang Xinian, "How are you doing? How have you been lately?" She couldn't very well say that she had died peacefully and was doing well in the underworld, only to be captured by humans as soon as she came back to the world—a tragic situation she didn't want to recall.
Yes, after Xiang Xinian woke up, Li Chuan realized that her worries were unnecessary. The child was quick to react and quick to accept things. She was "coaxed" by the man who made her tremble with fear in just a few words and he kept her.
"Hello."
"Your name sounds just like my grandmother's."
"So you're that much older than me? Then why do you call me 'brother'? I'm still young."
At that moment, Li Chuan really wanted to cover his smacking lips. How could such a handsome young man have a mouth?
Few feng shui masters raise ghosts, and even fewer raise Meng Po (a figure associated with forgetfulness in Chinese mythology). When Li Chuan first started working alongside Xiang Xinian, the little guy was quite uncomfortable. Finally, the two reached an agreement: Li Chuan would become a Bluetooth headset for Xiang Xinian to wear. This way, she could attend the feng shui master exchange meeting two days later, and also protect Xiang Xinian closely.
"Right, right, I think it's very suitable too." As soon as Li Chuan spoke, Xiang Xinian felt his ears tickling. Warm and delicate breaths gently brushed over him, and the close proximity of their ears was very intimate.
Fortunately, he was still a child, otherwise Xiang Xinian would have concluded that he had been taken advantage of.
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Because of the arrival of the Xiang family uncle and nephew, Yan Chiyu had to give them a room with a bed. Then, naturally, he arranged for Wu Yue to move into his own room.
To express his gratitude, Li Chuan gave Wu Yue a gift. This gift would help her remain calm and collected even when faced with ghosts, keeping her outwardly composed. However, she would still be a little scared inside.
Wu Yue thought this was quite good; at least she didn't show any weakness in terms of momentum.
She refined this substance. The refining process caused her to be in a deep sleep for the past two days, with no other side effects except for drowsiness.
Yan Chiyu harbored resentment about this matter. Whenever he tried to say something to Wu Yue to improve their relationship or do something to enhance it, the response he received was always a dismal ending where the girl would hum a couple of times, turn over, and continue sleeping.
Yan Chiyu sat by the window, book in hand, lost in thought. The afternoon sun shone brightly, its orange hues cascading across the ground.
On the bed, Wu Yue half-closed her eyes, confirming Yan Chiyu's position and noticing that he was holding the book upside down. She grumbled twice, "Yan Chiyu, come here."
Thinking he hadn't heard, the young man didn't move. Three seconds later, Yan Chiyu walked to the bedside, his mood sour, his voice weak and listless: "What?"
The girl propped herself up and reached out with one hand. Caught off guard, Yan Chiyu was pressed against her side, his entire body pressed against the edge of the bed. Wu Yue shifted her position further in, then placed her hand on the young man's waist, whispering lazily, "Don't move, stay with me for a nap."
Yan Chiyu was speechless. His girlfriend had been sleeping since yesterday morning. If he hadn't woken her up for meals, she probably could have gone two days without eating.
Yan Chiyu gritted his teeth and said, "What kind of pills did that guy Li Chuan give you to make you so sleepy?!"
Wu Yue mumbled a reply: "Yan Chiyu, don't make a sound. I'm having a dream, a very beautiful dream. Don't talk, or the dream will run away."
As the girl finished speaking, she buried her face in the young man's chest, her breathing gradually becoming regular, light and long.
Yan Chiyu resignedly stared at the ceiling, then resignedly reached out and embraced Wu Yue, grasping her soft, boneless hand. He slowly closed his eyes, fell into the net of sleep, and invaded her dream.
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