"Look at you, that little devil who used to scoff at matters of love, you've been proven wrong, haven't you? If I'd known this would happen, I shouldn't have enlightened you to become a spirit." The uncle said with a look of disappointment and frustration.
I found it all so noisy: "Uncle, could you let me and Zhou Lang be alone for a while?"
I didn't care what else he said after that; all I knew was that Fang Rou dragged the uncle out again in the end.
But to prevent Zhu Silang from assassinating me again, I also dragged him out with me.
Only Zhou Lang and I remained in the room, finding a moment of peace.
I held his slightly cold hand in my arms to warm it. I don't know if it was because I was too tired or because of the cracks in my soul, but I fell asleep on the edge of the bed while holding Zhou Lang's arm.
I don't know how much time passed.
I could faintly hear Zhou Lang's slightly choked voice calling me: "Ahua".
Then I felt my body suddenly sit up in shock.
I was also startled awake, and as I looked up, my eyes met Zhou Lang's teary-eyed gaze—
When he saw me, tears welled up in his eyes instantly, and he immediately reached out and pulled me into his arms. His voice trembled slightly as he said, "Ahua!"
I could feel his hot tears soaking half of my shoulder.
I gently patted Zhou Lang's back with a pained expression, tears silently streaming down my face: "I'm sorry, Ah Hua was late bringing you back, and you've suffered so much..."
As I was speaking, he placed his hands on my arms and pulled away from me, making eye contact with me.
I saw that pure and simple-minded boy from back then, now looking at me with a touch of starlight and warmth amidst his weathered appearance.
He lowered his eyes affectionately and pressed his forehead against mine, his gaze revealing a hint of heartache, and a hot tear fell onto the tip of my nose.
"Hmm..."
As if releasing all the burning longing of the past few centuries, he suddenly pressed his lips to mine.
With a touch of mad longing, it began to fiercely invade my lips and teeth, entwining with them in a frenzied embrace.
But, just as I was lost in the passion of the kiss...
Zhou Lang suddenly pulled his lips away from mine, his breath coming in short gasps: "I can't, I can't breathe, Ah Hua, let me catch my breath."
I frowned and looked up at the pale-faced, white-haired boy in front of me, somewhat puzzled: "Then... are you Ranmo or Zhou Lang?"
Zhou Lang had never spoken to me in such a tone before; only Ranmo could sense it, yet just now I clearly felt it was Zhou Lang...
After Zhou Lang clutched his chest and gasped for breath to catch his breath, he looked up at me with a serious expression after hearing my question: "Ahua, I am Zhou Lang."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Lang transformed into a wide grin, saying, "Of course it's ink dyeing!"
His expression shifted to one of utter sincerity as he spoke: "It is Zhou Lang!"
Then he grinned, revealing a sinister, snow-white tooth: "It's ink dye!"
"It's Zhou Yu!"
"It's ink dye!"
Zhou Lang and Ran Mo seemed to be two opposing people who kept switching roles and started arguing.
"Huh?" I looked at the person in front of me with some confusion. Why did it feel like two people split off from one body?
Could it be that the souls haven't fully merged yet?
In the end, I took Zhou Lang to ask the uncle for advice.
The uncle pointed a glint of light at Zhou Lang's forehead: "Yes, they haven't fully merged yet. They may not have determined the primary and secondary roles, so neither of them wants to be dominated by the other and become dependent on each other."
"Then what should we do to make it better?" I pressed.
"That depends on them. They need to shake hands and make peace, and confirm the priorities. Otherwise, it will become what is commonly known as schizophrenia," the uncle said somewhat reluctantly, but with a tone that betrayed his true intentions.
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