Seeing him in so much pain and being unable to help him at all, I felt panicked and dared not approach him.
Could it be that because of the number of times I practiced spiritual cultivation with Wen Heng last night, Zhou Lang's physical consciousness became stronger and began to repel Wen Heng's subjective consciousness when they began to combine again?
If Wen Heng succeeds in stealing it, will he return? If Zhou Lang fails, will he disappear?
I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings, and I felt very annoyed and regretful that I had impulsively engaged in spiritual practices with Wen Heng twice last night.
Seeing him in so much pain, I finally rushed forward and hugged Zhou Lang tightly, whispering in his ear, "Zhou Lang, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here! I'm here!"
With my constant reassurance, Zhou Lang's emotions finally seemed to calm down.
In a daze, I saw a golden-white light float above Zhou Lang's head. It hovered around Zhou Lang and me for a while, looking quite unwilling. Finally, as the golden-white light gradually dimmed and disappeared, it drifted away and disappeared into the single-rooted flower planted in the Mountain God Seal.
The flower swayed its branch and a gentle, commanding voice emanated from it: "Little flower spirit! Quickly cultivate with my immortal body; your return to immortality is just around the corner!"
Zhou Lang, however, remained curled up in the same spot, refusing to move an inch.
But I pretended not to hear the flower's command and continued to comfort Zhou Lang while holding him in my arms.
Before I knew it, Zhou Lang and I spent the whole night embracing each other in the courtyard, half asleep.
I vaguely heard the flower swaying and cursing all night. I heard that Ah Niu had mentioned that one's consciousness could remain intact by attaching itself to a lower plant. It seems that it has attached itself to this flower.
I was awakened by the chirping of birds in the branches and a gentle breeze the next morning.
I glanced again at the lone flower placed by the window. It was emitting a hazy light and had fallen silent. It seemed that he had fallen asleep in the flower and stopped cursing because it was daytime.
Since my close relationship with Zhou Lang could help him gradually regain his consciousness, and I also learned about the current whereabouts of Wen Heng's consciousness, I suddenly had an idea.
That means we could gently caress Zhou Lang and let him slowly return to his immortal body, wouldn't that be better? If we forcefully suppress Zhou Lang's consciousness, he probably won't be able to accept it and will become mentally unstable and suffer terribly.
There was also a selfish reason: "That is to slowly transform Wen Heng into a Zhou Lang who truly loves me!"
So, I said, "Lord Wenheng, I'm sorry!" I looked at the flower and pondered my own plans.
I patted Zhou Lang on the shoulder and said gently, "Zhou Lang, wake up. If you want to sleep, go to bed, okay?"
Perhaps the shock of last night had been too great for his mind, as he was very tired at the moment. He opened his eyes with difficulty, nodded to me, and then, with my help, went into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed.
After tucking him in, I gently pressed my lips to his lips again. Seeing his eyebrows twitch slightly, he fell asleep again.
As I turned to leave, Zhou Lang quickly grabbed my hand, frowned, closed his eyes, and murmured, "Ahua, don't leave me alone."
Seeing him like this, I took his hand and leaned down beside his bed to comfort him, saying, "I won't leave, I'll stay here with you."
As soon as he finished speaking, his furrowed brows relaxed and he fell into a deep sleep.
Because I had been fighting and running around looking for Zhou Lang all day yesterday, and hadn't had a proper night's sleep, I fell into a deep sleep on the bed.
I don't know how much time passed, but in my hazy state, I sensed Zhou Lang getting out of bed and carrying me to the bed. I could hear him rustling as he chopped wood in the yard.
I could hear him busy in the kitchen.
For some reason, lying in bed listening to these sounds, I felt incredibly at ease.
After catching my breath, I got out of bed and went to the kitchen. The kettle on the stove was steaming and hissing as it was about to boil.
Meanwhile, Zhou Lang was sitting in front of the campfire, diligently roasting sweet potatoes.
I couldn't help but reach out from behind and cover Zhou Lang's eyes, chuckling childishly, "Guess who I am?"
I glanced at Zhou Lang and saw a smile playing on his lips. He then said in a very cooperative tone, "I guess you're Ahua..."
I lazily lowered my hands and then wrapped my arms around him from behind, resting my head against his back and raising the corners of my lips: "Zhou Lang is getting smarter and smarter!"
At this moment, Zhou Lang turned around, raised his hand to stroke my temples, and his clear eyes flashed with a more calm and passionate expression than ever before, even with a touch of determination, like a combination of Zhou Lang and Wen Heng.
I had seen that same expression once before in the cave that night, but it was only a fleeting glimpse. This time, however, it gazed at me with such unwavering and deep affection, which somehow felt both familiar and strange to me.
Perhaps Zhou Lang, who only had eyes for me, became even more resolute.
“Ahua, some people with the same face as me and their past experiences flashed through my mind, but I feel very unfamiliar with those memories. I don’t think that’s me because I was very mean to you and always bullied you. My real world is the memory of you smiling at me, playing with me, teaching me about daily life, and teaching me things I didn’t understand or know.”
"Then do you remember your name?" I knew that he must have remembered some of his past during the moment when his consciousness merged with Wen Heng's.
However, those memories that had been awakened in Zhou Lang's subconscious had not yet truly remained in his brain. They were just unfamiliar fragments that he had not been able to accept.
"I don't remember. I only know that my name is Zhou Lang, the Zhou Lang who only has Ah Hua in his heart and eyes."
I stared blankly at Zhou Lang, who spoke clearly and fluently, his eyes full of tenderness, as he sincerely poured out his thoughts and feelings to me. Waves of emotion rippled through my heart.
Sigh, did I accidentally stir up Zhou Lang's affections? He's become so sincere and devoted to me.
I threw myself into his arms: "Thank you, Zhou Lang."
“The sweet potatoes are ripe, I’ll peel them for Ahua to eat.”
I nodded.
Sitting beside him by the campfire, gazing at the shimmering light reflecting on his earnest and gentle face, I was completely captivated.
As I ate the sweet potato he had peeled, I raised my hand and praised, "Delicious! Have a bite too."
He smiled, lowered his head, and took a bite: "It's not as good as Ahua's!"
"You're kidding me! What I make is never fully cooked. You're good at flattering, but you're not allowed to lie!"
"Zhou Lang likes sweet potatoes that are soft on the outside and crunchy on the inside," Zhou Lang explained.
"Ahua likes Zhou Lang's gentle and soft-hearted sweet potato."
I agreed.
"Hahahaha!" What the hell are we talking about?
"The water's boiling...it's boiling!"
The teapot on the stove seemed to be joining in the fun, making a gurgling sound.
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