After being taken away from the Desolate Demon Land by Ye Chen, my soul returned directly to the mortal realm, and my physical body is now lying on the bed in my home in the "Yu Ming Xuan" residential area.
But the first thing I did when I woke up was to frantically search the house, making a complete mess, just to find paper and pen so that I could use the method Fang Rou had told me to preserve all the hatred and memories I had entered the dream world.
Although these memories are painful to recall, they are also lessons and shames I should never forget...
As all the memories of entering the Desolate Demon Land from the Dream Realm were forcibly imprinted into my mind, my mortal body, which was punished by heaven, began to suffer a backlash, as if being peeled away layer by layer.
When Qingyan came back, she was quite frightened. When she saw me lying on the messy floor with my hair disheveled and a pool of blood I had vomited on, she mistakenly thought that I had been robbed and murdered in my home. While crying, she held me, who was barely breathing, and tremblingly took out her phone to call the police and an ambulance.
Seeing that Qingyan, from both my past and present lives, was the only one who still cared about me, I grabbed the phone from her hand and forced a bitter smile at her, saying, "I caused all of this, I'm fine!"
Seeing that I was safe and sound, Qingyan hugged me and cried even more unrestrainedly: "I thought you would never wake up again!"
I thought to myself, how could Qingyan from my past life have been so pretentious and prone to tears? But looking at the tearful person in front of me, I couldn't help but smile knowingly.
At that moment, melodious guqin music suddenly drifted from the courtyard of my neighbor next door.
Qingyan helped me stand on the second-floor balcony and looked towards the neighboring house, but then I saw the withered plum tree on the street. A mix of emotions welled up in my heart, and I couldn't help but cough violently.
"Miss Ahua, you were so excited to see me as soon as you woke up. It seems you still have feelings for me! It's a pity you're not my type, otherwise I would definitely accept you."
Not far from me, in the courtyard opposite, Ling Yan, who was sitting behind a guqin, stopped plucking the strings and began to tease me in an elegant tone.
Looking at his face, which resembled Zhou Yu's, yet carried a greasy, sarcastic tone that was the complete opposite of Zhou Yu's, I couldn't help but ignite my temper.
Without saying a word, I threw my slippers and even everything else I could throw away at him. Watching him scramble to dodge my attacks, I was so angry that I almost tore the whole house down. The only problem was that he had the audacity to say such offensive things with a body and face that resembled Zhou Yu's.
In the end, Qingyan couldn't stand it anymore and forcibly dragged me back to the bedroom.
According to Qingyan, ever since I fell into a coma at my housewarming party, Qingyan has been too busy with work to take care of me all day. She was also short of money, so she hired a female caregiver named Fang Rou, who was relatively cheap, to take care of me for a while. But not long after, she ran away without a word, which was very unreliable.
Qingyan didn't have enough money to hire another caregiver for me, so except at night, she always asked Lingyan to bring me rice porridge and food during the day and look after me occasionally.
But when Ling Yan saw me lying on the ground in such a sorry state today, he was playing the piano for fun, which was quite unreliable. Fortunately, it was just that I woke up and nothing serious happened.
Hearing Qingyan mention Fang Rou, I was surprised to learn that she had taken care of my body under the guise of a caregiver, and then left in a hurry not long afterward. It must be related to the uncle's matter.
In the days after I returned, I inquired about Fang Rou's whereabouts everywhere. Finally, I learned from the police that her physical body in this life had committed suicide and died in her residence.
For someone who transforms from a demon into an immortal, it means that her eight arduous lifetimes of cultivation were about to reach their culmination when she committed suicide, causing all her efforts to be in vain.
Over the centuries, I've witnessed countless partings and deaths, and I thought I was used to it all.
But when faced with the older man and Fang Rou... I found myself unable to remain calm and composed.
After quietly handling Fang Rou's funeral arrangements, I went straight to Ye Chen's residence to look for Wen Heng's whereabouts.
After all, Wen Heng's immortal body has been occupied by him for hundreds of years.
But when I arrived at Ye Chen's house, I couldn't find Ye Chen or Wen Heng. For someone like me who has no magical powers in the mortal realm, all I could do was bombard him with phone calls and WeChat messages.
Finally, I received a message from Ye Chen.
"That great god Wen has regained his immortal body and successfully ascended to become a celestial being! He has returned to the Heavenly Realm! Your celestial punishment constitution will ultimately only lead to death, and you will suffer the torment of reincarnation for countless lifetimes. The only chance is to wait until he settles his parents in the Dream Realm and returns, then marry him and cultivate the demonic path...
Without hesitation, I agreed: "Okay!"
Because I'm not willing to accept it...
I answered decisively, but all my decisions were exactly as Ye Chen had expected. After receiving my reply, he even sent a message with a strange sense of confidence: "I knew you would be my woman sooner or later!"
I couldn't be bothered with him. Inadvertently, in front of the wardrobe in Ye Chen's villa, I saw the expensive moon-white shirt that I bought for Zhou Lang back then.
It's as if I can see that boy from back then, with his bright moon-like clothes and clear eyes, smiling warmly at me.
However, the next moment I saw Wen Heng's indifferent and ruthless expression.
I really felt like I'd wasted my time on that person. Thinking about it, I just tore those clothes to shreds.
Ye Chen told me to wait until he helped his parents repair and collect their primordial spirits in the dream world, and then hold a grand wedding with them as witnesses.
Ye Chen, that lackey, kept me waiting in the mortal realm for ten years without ever seeing him. He only sent a text message saying that collecting the primordial spirit would take some time and that he couldn't leave halfway through. So he just sent a text message telling me to wait for his return and then vanished without a trace.
Collecting primordial spirits does indeed take time. Just think, Uncle Wen Heng took hundreds of years, and I don't know when Ye Chen will make me wait.
And I, a mortal body afflicted by divine punishment, suffer the torment of illness every midnight, a fate worse than death.
It's astonishing that someone who's always been so afraid of pain has such strong self-control to persevere for so long.
For someone like me who could die at any moment, every extra day I live is a bonus. I might be dead before Ye Chen even comes back.
I will no longer place my hopes on anyone.
We can only live in the present...
My neighbor next door plays calming tunes all day long. He sits in the courtyard playing the piano every day, while I lie sprawled on the balcony, staring blankly at the withered plum tree downstairs.
I once thought about asking Qingyan to help me uproot this plum tree, but in the end I didn't let her do it, because it can serve as a constant reminder of my past misdeeds.
When I felt better, I followed the method Qingyan taught me and adapted the stories from the storybooks that my most admired old friend had given me into vernacular Chinese and published them online. Sure enough, this masterpiece became an instant hit after I published it.
It has become a well-known and highly praised book.
At my request, Qingyan became the director and screenwriter for a TV series.
It made Qingyan and me incredibly wealthy, and it also made Qingyan's work ability recognized throughout the industry, making her a big shot in the field.
For thousands of years, I have worked hard and never saved any money. When I finally had savings, I didn't live to enjoy them.
I'll treat it as making up for the favor I did for Qingyan in my previous life when I freeloaded off her.
Speaking of Qingyan, since the last time they experienced the dream of their past lives and she helped them preserve their memories of their past lives, Qingyan in this life has not regained her temperament and personality from the previous life. After all, they are no longer the Qingyan of the past.
However, Qingyan and I have become quite close, and Shila is afraid that Qingyan will be seduced by my neighbor.
In order to win back Qingyan, he actually bought an apartment in my neighborhood. After two years of relentless pursuit, he finally won her heart, and now they are about to welcome the fruit of their love.
They come to visit me, a lonely old woman, from time to time, which brings me great comfort.
I thought this was all there was to my life...
Until one day, a group of people suddenly delivered a dozen or twenty boxes of gold jewelry and rare treasures to my house...
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