When Banxia returned home, it was only five in the morning. She did not immediately release Nanxing out of the space, but stood on the balcony to enjoy the cold wind.
She didn't know how to face Nanxing.
It wasn't that she was afraid Nanxing would be angry or disgusted with her, but after she came out of the excitement of revenge, she began to doubt whether the reborn her was still herself.
Is she still the person Nanxing deeply loves after her rebirth?
A sudden surge of immense sadness welled up within her.
"Banxia," Nanxing's gentle voice echoed in the space, "please let me out, okay? I know you've already gone home."
Banxia paused for a moment, then obediently released him from the space, keeping her head down and remaining silent.
Nanxing reached out to hug her, and she instinctively took a few steps back to avoid him. However, the balcony was only so big, and she couldn't retreat much further. Soon, the man pulled her into his arms.
A warm, sweet orange-flavored embrace, just like always.
Banxia suddenly felt a little wronged, and tears flowed involuntarily.
Nanxing wiped away her tears with the back of his hand, his voice gentle and tender: "Why are you crying? Shouldn't you be happy to have avenged your great enemy?" He picked up the dazed girl and said, "Wife, let's go take a shower. It's so cold outside, don't catch a cold."
Banxia, like a puppet on a string, let Nanxing take off her clothes and shoes.
She suddenly spoke up: "Nanxing, I'm not the same as before."
"Oh, I don't think so."
Nanxing applied the lathered foam to Banxia's hair and rubbed her scalp with her fingertips.
He knew what Banxia meant, but in his eyes she hadn't changed at all; she was still the same innocent, kind, timid, and shy girl.
Banxia suddenly felt like getting angry: "You knew perfectly well!"
Nanxing watched her grow up and was her closest lover. How could he not notice the changes in her?
Nanxing suddenly laughed: "Wife, this is the first time you've ever lost your temper with me." His tone suddenly turned serious, "I really don't know what's changed about you."
He knelt down in front of the girl, lowered his head and kissed her lips: "Send the news of the zombies back to the country in advance, tell Su Yao, Brother Yuan, and Brother Biao about the apocalypse, don't compete with ordinary people for survival supplies, don't like to talk to strangers, and love me the most... You are still as gentle, kind, timid and cute as before. You have never changed in my eyes!"
Banxia stared blankly at her hands, which had been covered in blood just half an hour ago: "I killed a lot of people."
Her voice was somewhat urgent, as if she was trying to prove that she was different from before.
Nanxing pulled her hand and gently rubbed it, her tone indifferent: "Yes, I know. But what can we do? Even ants try to survive, and I'm so glad you're the one who's alive!"
Everyone has their own selfish desires. His selfish desire is the person in front of him. As long as he can keep her alive, he would do anything, even worse than murder.
Banxia was completely bewildered; this was not what she had expected.
Her Southern Star shines eternally, without a trace of darkness.
Nanxing suddenly laughed out loud: "I'm not a saint. Besides, even a saint has their own weaknesses and selfish desires. Did I not kill anyone in my past life?"
This was the first time he had so openly asked about his past life.
Banxia lowered her eyelids. Of course, Nanxing had killed people.
The first time she witnessed Nanxing kill someone was when two thugs from the base broke into her house, took away her food, and tried to harass her before leaving. Before she could react, Nanxing, who had rushed back, dragged the two men out and beheaded them.
Nanxing could tell what she was thinking just by looking at her expression, and said in a light tone, "See? I've killed people before, and I'll definitely continue to kill in the future. Does that mean I'm not myself anymore?"
This doesn't mean he intends to become a serial killer, but rather that in this apocalyptic world, bloodshed is inevitable.
Can he really stand idly by and remain a pure and innocent lotus flower, letting his delicate wife charge into battle?
He's not that shameless!
Banxia remained silent and did not speak.
Nanxing didn't disturb her and continued washing her hair and body, even cleaning between her fingers. After washing, he rinsed himself off quickly before taking her back to the bedroom to dry his hair.
Looking at the gentle-looking man, Banxia vaguely understood that he meant that she was still herself after her rebirth, and that she would always be the one he loved.
She suddenly felt an urge to confide in someone: "I hate Xin Minmin's family. They are the culprits who caused us to separate, so I turned them into human pigs! But I hate myself even more. If I hadn't been so weak-willed, I wouldn't have been so cowardly as to try to kill myself..."
Nanxing covered her mouth and said urgently, "Wife, it's not like that! You can't control your illness and the onset of the disease. Suicide was not your intention. I have never blamed you!"
After Banxia fell ill, he read many psychology books and consulted many famous psychologists. He learned that severe depression and severe anxiety are not simply bad moods, but serious mental illnesses that require medication and psychotherapy.
Even after Banxia took her own life, he suffered from depression. No one could empathize with how much pain she was in when she had an attack better than him!
He lowered his head and kissed her: "Banxia, I love you. For you, I can give up everything in the world, and I can be strong enough to endure all suffering. I know you love me the same way."
Banxia hugged his neck and returned the kiss.
The two quickly became one...
Nanxing carefully tucked his wife in, got up, took out clothes from the closet and put them on, then picked up the messy bathrobe from the floor and threw it into the washing machine.
It was still dark outside, and he didn't need to get up so early, but the clothes his wife had worn out the night before were still in the bathroom, and he couldn't leave any potential problems.
However, after checking carefully several times, he couldn't find a single trace of blood on his clothes, pants, or shoes. What was going on?
Banxia, wrapped in her pajamas, hugged him from behind: "I cleaned up all the traces carefully before coming back."
In her past life, she had carried out several assassination missions and had extensive experience in destroying evidence and concealing her identity. She would never leave any loopholes so that her peaceful life would be disrupted.
Nanxing casually tossed the clothes into the washing machine, then hugged her with a smile: "My wife is amazing!"
Perhaps it was because she had finally avenged her great grudge, or perhaps it was because she had finally let go of her inner turmoil, but Banxia was in a very good mood.
Even though Li Kongyuan and Zhou Wen, along with their men, knocked on her door the next morning, she was still in a good mood.
She was sitting on the sofa watching the news while holding a dolphin plush toy when Nanxing ushered her into the living room and made her sit down at the coffee table.
Nanxing poured hot tea for the group: "Sorry, the house is a bit messy."
The living room was piled high with boxes of toilet paper and cat litter, leaving almost no room to move around; it was crowded and messy.
Li Kongyuan glanced at it casually a few times and said with a smile, "It's alright, it's alright."
His expression changed abruptly, his eyes fixed on Nanxing's like sharp swords. "Xin Minmin is dead, do you know that?"
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