It must be that ghostly hand that possessed my body and was using me to deal with Yanling and my grandfather. Fortunately, my grandfather and Yanling are both alright, which put my mind at ease.
Looking at Yanling, who was still fast asleep, and Grandpa, who was busy in the kitchen, I have never hated myself as much as I do now. Not only could I not protect them, but they also got hurt because of me.
Every time, it's always the same. I fall into a coma whenever something crucial happens. It's the same in the rented room, on the train, and right here. Why? Why? Why am I so incompetent? I couldn't help but slap myself hard across the face, as if only that would make me feel a little better.
But the next moment, a warm embrace pulled me right into her arms.
"It's okay, Yanling isn't afraid at all. You've already tried your best!" Yanling hugged me tightly and comforted me. I could only hide in her arms and dare not make a sound. I was afraid that she would see my weakness. She was just a weak woman who should be protected, yet she repeatedly risked her life to protect me. I felt ashamed.
I have a feeling that I almost did something unforgivable to Yanling, because the face of Zhang in the dream, which was burned by white flames, was Yanling. I have never seen her so desperate.
"Next time, it won't happen again. Next time, I'll protect you!" I hugged Shui Yanling tightly and whispered in her arms. At the same time, I was also telling myself that this was definitely the last time, and there would never be a next time.
"Hmm," Shui Yanling heard this and for some reason felt a warm current well up in her heart. She just held my head and gently stroked it, as if she were comforting a child.
Just as we were entwined in each other's arms, a rather discordant sound came from nearby.
"I said, you two, that's enough! If you want to be intimate, get married first. I'm an old man, and I can't stand it anymore!" Yanling's face turned pale the moment she heard this, and she immediately buried her head in her arms. I was even more at a loss, feeling like I had been caught in the act of adultery. Even though I have a thick skin, I was still a little embarrassed.
However, I still touched my head and gave Grandpa an embarrassed smile.
Grandpa rolled his eyes at me. "Still holding her? It's time to eat. If you're not eating, don't delay Yanling's meal!" After saying that, Grandpa left, leaving only Yanling and me there. After a long while, Yanling finally poked her little head out of my arms, glanced at the awkward smile on my face, pinched my waist, then rolled her eyes at me and ran towards the kitchen.
As he ran, he kept saying, "Grandpa, I'm here to help you!" In the blink of an eye, I was the only one left sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed), grimacing, but a warm feeling welled up inside me.
Isn't this the kind of life I want? As long as the people around me are doing well, everything is fine. But if anyone dares to ruin this beautiful life, I'll fight them to the death.
Thinking about this, I don't know why, but a hint of ruthlessness flashed in my eyes, though it only lasted for a moment.
What followed was a very ordinary meal. The three of them sat at the table. To be fair, Grandpa's cooking was quite delicious, not much worse than Yanling's.
Yanling kept praising her grandfather's cooking, saying it was much better than hers, which made him very happy. Watching this scene warmed my heart.
During the meal, no one mentioned what had happened at the beginning, as if nothing had occurred. But I understood what was going on. Although I didn't know the details, I didn't want to disturb the harmonious scene, so I didn't ask.
Yanling and her grandfather tacitly refrained from bringing up the matter.
After dinner, Yanling took the initiative to wash the dishes. From then on, whenever it was just the two of us at home, Grandpa would cook and I would wash the dishes. After washing dishes for so many years, I developed a huge psychological aversion to the task.
My grandfather and I sat on the kang (a heated brick bed) outside, and I made a cup of green tea from our hometown for each of us. We sat on the kang and drank the tea.
During that time, I also wanted to ask about what was happening to me now, and what happened after I fell into a coma, but I just couldn't bring myself to say it.
You should know that when I was unconscious, my grandfather and Yanling were the first to face the black hand that had taken over my body, while I couldn't help at all.
However, Grandpa looked at me with a smile while drinking his tea, as if he could see the struggle in my heart, and then patted my shoulder.
"Don't worry, the evil thing on you has been resealed. As long as this jade pendant is still here, you won't have to worry about it harming the people around you anymore."
Grandpa looked at me and nodded, then continued, "However, this jade pendant is not completely repaired. As you can see, there are still many scratches on it."
Hearing Grandpa mention the jade pendant, I quickly showed him the cracked piece and stared at it intently. Sure enough, the pendant was related to the ghostly hand on my body. But how could I repair the damage? I looked up at Grandpa and asked, "This jade pendant is so broken. Although it's much better now thanks to your repairs, I'm afraid it won't be able to suppress that ghostly thing anymore. Is there any way to completely repair this ghostly hand?" Grandpa nodded and said solemnly, "Indeed, while this jade pendant can suppress the ghostly thing on your body, it's damaged after all. Over time, it might not be able to suppress it anymore. So, what you need to do next is repair this jade pendant."
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