It turns out that Wen Heng's entire soul and consciousness have always been by my side.
Fortunately, I have never given up on caring for and protecting this flower over the past few hundred years.
However, Zhou Lang's spiritual power in the dream world is insufficient to recall the souls and consciousnesses of living beings in the outside world.
The old man said, "Only Ah Hua's spiritual power from her twenty years of lifespan in the mortal realm can not only recall Wen Heng's remaining soul and consciousness, but also alleviate the punishment of your heavenly tribulation."
"No, that's too risky. If we're not careful, we could endanger Ahua's life." Zhou Lang strongly opposed my decision.
"Ahua, come with me!"
Zhou Lang forcibly dragged me out of the uncle's courtyard.
In a flash, I found myself in a boundless sea of flowers. Zhou Lang and I stood facing each other amidst this fragrant blossoms, watching his white hair fly and his robes billow in the wind before me...
It felt like a beautiful dream, so unreal.
I marveled at the fact that I still had the chance to see Zhou Yu's burning gaze upon me.
We stared at each other in silence for a long time...
Finally, I couldn't resist reaching out and pinching his soft, round cheek, then smiled and said, "It's been centuries, and Zhou Lang is still as lovable as ever."
As he spoke, Zhou Lang pulled me into his broad chest and held me tightly.
She whispered intimately in my ear, "For the past few hundred years, I have waited for Ah Hua to come find me every day, and now that we have finally reunited, I don't want to lose you again."
My whole body was surrounded by his arms. Although I couldn't hear his heartbeat, I could feel the sense of security that Zhou Lang gave me.
I stretched out my arms and wrapped them tightly around Zhou Lang's strong waist. I looked up at his innocent and harmless face, which only had eyes for me: "Ah Hua, I don't want to lose Zhou Lang again. That's why I don't want to miss the chance to bring you back again."
"Whether you are Wen Heng, Ran Mo, or Zhu Silang, I will always believe that you will always be the Zhou Lang who loves me. You must believe in yourself, you are you!"
Don't forget, my body is currently under a divine curse. Only by bringing you back as soon as possible and asking for your forgiveness can this punishment be lifted. I don't want to continue living in this mortal body any longer." I couldn't resist playfully flicking Zhou Lang's high, straight nose.
Zhou Lang was slightly taken aback, and looked down at me quietly.
Looking at this face that I have longed for for hundreds of years, simply gazing at him like this is not enough to satisfy my overflowing love for him.
So I tiptoed and tilted my head back to press my lips to his.
But Zhou Lang nodded and bowed to cooperate with me.
After a few light taps on the water...
I moved my lips to his ear and whispered shyly, "Zhou Lang, shall we finish what we didn't finish seven hundred years ago?"
Unexpectedly, Zhou Lang then switched to Ranmo's smiling face, and with a teasing tone, blinked and asked me with great confusion, "Hmm? What is it that you're talking about, Ahua?"
"Danmo! Get back here!" I exclaimed in shock, breaking free from Zhou Lang's embrace.
"Aren't you going to say that no matter who it is, I'm still the Zhou Lang who loves you?" Ranmo said with a smile as she leaned closer to me.
"I...I..."
Faced with Ranmo's questioning, I readjusted my mindset: "Yes, you're right. Whether it's Ranmo, Wenheng, or Zhu Silang, you are all the Zhou Lang who loves me and whom I love."
After saying that, I tried tilting my head back and pressing my lips to his again...
But when it came to the crucial moment, Ranmo seemed to be unable to resist: "No, no, Ahua, why don't we have a drink together?"
As he spoke, a jar of fine wine materialized in his palm.
The irresistible aroma of the wine instantly made me feel intoxicated even before I took a sip.
I nodded: "Alright, drinking is fine too!"
Unexpectedly, just as I reached out to take the wine, Ranmo reverted to his innocent and sincere face, took the jar of wine from my hand, and casually tossed it on the ground, spilling it everywhere.
She looked at me very seriously and said, "Ahua is right. No matter who I am, I am who I am!"
Looking at the wine on the ground, I said weakly with a hint of regret, "What a waste of a jar of good wine..."
Before I could finish speaking, Zhou Lang's lips pressed against mine.
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