Just then, Qingwu seemed to sense her presence, so he silently turned around.
The moment he turned around, his aura seemed to change again. Qingwu smiled gently and said, "You're awake. Come here."
Qingwu extended his hand to her. He wore a crescent-colored dress, had a demon mark on his forehead, but exuded the aura of a god.
Wan Ge grasped his slender, fair hand. The warmth of his hand felt strange to Wan Ge, because regardless of whether he was a god or not, his hand had always been icy cold when she held it.
"What's wrong?" Qingwu asked gently, his fingertips lightly brushing her hair aside.
Looking at Qingwu before her, Wan Ge wondered if this was the real him. It was as if she had met him all over again.
Qingwu seemed to sense something, and lowered his head to whisper intimately in her ear, "Wange is my wife, she can't be a stranger to me."
She was his beloved wife, someone he loved deeply regardless of which aspect of his personality he was in. She was someone whose heart still fluttered even after he finally returned to his original self.
Qingwu currently possesses two powers that do not conflict with each other: one is magical power and the other is divine power, both of which are extremely powerful.
The reason Qingwu was standing here alone in thought was that he found his past somewhat laughable. The once lofty god had ultimately become neither god nor demon.
Qingwu had no intention of telling the woman beside him about his past; he would let those unbearable memories remain in the past.
He could also sense the love the people around him had for him, and telling her those things would only make her feel worse.
Wan Ge hugged him, suddenly realizing that he was exactly the kind of person described in legends. He was the original Qing Wu, indifferent to everything, treating all things equally.
Therefore, in his biography, there is a comment: "A god like Qingwu is the most qualified, and he is equally fair to everyone."
But Wan Ge always felt that Qing Wu was actually indifferent to everything, which is why she initially felt that no one could get close to him.
Qingwu closed his eyes, a smile playing on his lips, listening to his own heartbeat. He was both jealous of each version of himself and not jealous of any of them. Because each one was him, yet each one had also spent time alone with Wan Ge. But it didn't matter; from now on, only he would be facing Wan Ge.
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Another half month passed, and Wan Ge noticed that Qing Wu was being particularly gentle with her. He didn't seem possessive at all, and appeared to respect her a lot. She wouldn't feel shy or angry when she teased him.
His gentle and calm demeanor made Wan Ge feel a little uneasy.
Qingwu kissed her, his long, slender fingers undressing her.
Wan Ge grasped his hand, her beautiful eyes looking at him: "Qing Wu..."
Qingwu looked into his eyes but didn't move her hands: "Don't you want to?"
It seems that as long as Wan Ge says she doesn't want to, Qing Wu won't do anything more.
This excessive respect and rationality really struck Wan Ge as odd. She had once considered that the merged entity might be innocent and adorable, or it might be willful and obsessive, but she never imagined it would be like this.
Wan Ge wasn't being masochistic; normally, no one dislikes a husband who is gentle, generous, understanding, and respectful. But!
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