He stopped in his tracks, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.
He felt ashamed to make a deal with a demon, but—
He's already twenty-six years old; he can't wait another three years.
She stood three steps behind him, tilting her head and standing quietly for a while.
His tense back relaxed in an instant, as if he had finally given up something.
She smiled and let out a string of cheerful, bell-like laughs.
She stepped forward slowly, leaning against his tall, broad back, her soft, boneless hand resting on his shoulder, her breath sweet as orchids against his ear:
"Young master—you've agreed, you can't go back on your word!"
**
Nan Xian stared blankly at herself in the mirror.
She raised her hand, grabbed half of her hair, and tied it into a loose bun on top of her head.
It looks just like the reflection of myself that I occasionally glimpse in the lake in my dreams.
Last night's dream was so strange.
It was clearer, or rather, more real, than the previous dream about the black snake.
She could even recall the fragrance of the grass and flowers in the secluded forest, and the comfortable and warm feeling of soaking in the hot spring.
But she couldn't remember the young man's face.
The more carefully I tried to recall, the more blurry his face became.
It was as if she was shrouded in layers of fog, leaving her helpless.
She suddenly remembered hearing a saying that some people dream of their past lives.
They can return to their past lives in their dreams, see some of the things that happened in their past lives, and still remember them very clearly when they wake up.
Could it be that she dreamt of her past life last night?
Nan Xian raised her hand to touch her red hair, her lips twitching slightly.
No way, in my past life... I was a little fairy?
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