“You’ve traveled back in time,” Shang Yan said, extending his hand to Wang Mian.
Wang Mian hesitated for a moment, then placed his hand on it. "Yes."
"Every event has its predetermined course; if you change something, you must pay the corresponding price." Those who play with time will ultimately be fooled by time.
Even gods have to pay a price to go back in time.
The price Wang Mian paid was his own lifespan.
Shang Yan's mastery of the laws of life and death could save lives. Before using his skill, he suddenly said, "To change your current situation, a motorcycle is not enough."
ah?
What motorcycle? Does he even need a motorcycle to change his aging condition?
Wang Mian was taken aback. He blinked and asked somewhat blankly, "Then... is there anything else I need to do?"
"What other motorcycle do you want? If it can cure our captain, I'll give you my car!" Seeing that Shang Yan could really help, Xuanwo quickly offered his car as collateral.
Moon Demon glanced at him. "You have a car?"
"A bicycle is a vehicle too, don't try to undermine me," Whirlpool said, elbowing him.
Yuan Gang stepped forward and said, "The higher-ups said that you can ask for anything else you want, as long as the person is cured."
"At least give me another camera." Shang Yan's body was surrounded by greenery, and the laws of life rose and fell in his palm, surrounding Wang Mian.
Yuan Gang, who thought Shang Yan would ask for an exorbitant price: ...
So it turns out the lion has a small opening.
Amidst the swaying greenery, Wang Mian's face is slowly becoming younger.
Fifteen minutes later, Shang Yan withdrew his hand. "Alright, how do you feel?"
"It feels great." The changes in his body were exceptionally clear; he looked ten years younger.
"Captain, your face looks so much younger!" Rose took out a small pink mirror and handed it to Wang Mian. The mirror clearly reflected his handsome face, which looked much younger.
"This is comparable to plastic surgery, miracle doctor! I will follow you forever!" Whirlpool approached Wang Mian and reached out to tug at his face, but Wang Mian brushed his hand away.
Tanxiang's eyes lit up when she saw Wang Mian's noticeably younger face. She turned to Shang Yan and grasped his hand. "Senior, could we exchange contact information..."
"Sure, sure," Shang Yan said, taking out his phone from his pocket and adding them as contacts.
He was overjoyed to be praised as a miracle doctor.
Zhou Ping silently reached out and took his hand, gripping it a little tighter with some unease.
Wang Mian paid the price of his lifespan to travel back in time, but what about Shang Yan? What price did he pay?
Shang Yan noticed his nervousness and patted his hand.
When the two returned to their assigned accommodation that evening, Zhou Ping hugged him from behind.
"Yan Yan, what about you?" He rested his chin on Shang Yan's shoulder. "What price did you pay?"
Shang Yan turned his head and said half-jokingly, "Of course it's a life for a life. Sigh, I've lost ten years of my lifespan in an instant..."
After saying that, he looked at Zhou Ping pitifully and said, "What should I do, my wife? I might die first, but I can't bear to leave you a widow."
“Then use mine…” Zhou Ping’s pupils contracted, then he buried his head in Shang Yan’s shoulder and neck, his voice muffled, “I can live a long time, Yan Yan, use my life to…”
"..." He was being sincere, and Shang Yan, who had been joking, fell silent.
His silence only made Zhou Ping more flustered. He pulled Shang Yan in front of him and took his hand, placing it on his chest.
The worry in his eyes was almost tangible.
"I'm fine, don't worry," Shang Yan said, quickly trying to pull his hand back after regaining his senses.
Shang Yan pulled Zhou Ping to sit down in the chair at the table, and he pondered for a while.
"Actually, I encountered a bug."
“I do need to sacrifice an equal or even greater amount of my lifespan to help him change his situation, but I…” He hesitated for a moment, his throat bobbing.
He seemed reluctant to talk about his past.
Even when mentioning his own abilities, he seemed somewhat dazed.
"I have mastered the laws of life and death. In other words, unless I want to perish, I will not die." Shang Yan reached out and pulled Zhou Ping's hand as he said this. "So, I am essentially using a bug. I can't possibly die, so the lifespan I pay off is nothing."
"If we really delve into it, it could lead to some unpleasant consequences," Shang Yan said, rubbing his face against Zhou Ping's palm. "Are you relieved now?"
"What consequences will this cause?" Zhou Ping couldn't possibly be at ease; he looked intently at Shang Yan with his dark eyes.
Shang Yan chose to avoid this issue.
He closed his eyes and pretended to faint, while saying, "Oh no, I'm short of oxygen, I'm going to faint!"
"..." Zhou Ping hugged him helplessly and sighed softly.
A thoughtful look flashed in his dark eyes as he buried his head in Shang Yan's neck, inhaling the scent emanating from him.
"Yan Yan, will you leave me?" he whispered in Shang Yan's ear.
This was the second time Zhou Ping had asked this question, and Shang Yan, who was pretending to be unconscious, gave him a strange look.
Then she laughed and threw herself into his arms, "Of course—no way!"
His long, slender hand gripped the back of Zhou Ping's neck, then he tilted his head back and gently touched his face.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door, and Lin Qiye's voice came from outside.
"Brother Shangyan, are you there?" Based on his previous experience, Lin Qiye, who was holding a camera, did not suddenly open the door this time. He lowered his head and looked at the ground.
There was a noise inside the room. Lin Qiye looked up at the sky and pretended not to hear it.
The door opened quickly, and Shang Yan, whose clothes were somewhat disheveled, came over. "Qi Ye, what brings you here?"
"Here's the thing, Instructor Yuan asked me to bring you this," Lin Qiye said, handing over a box containing a camera. "Instructor Yuan said the camera in this box is the latest model, and he guarantees you'll be satisfied."
Shang Yan's eyes lit up. After taking the box, he thanked Lin Qiye, "Thank you, little brother Qiye."
"By the way, things here are almost finished. Zhou Ping and I will be leaving tomorrow. I'm still a little worried about leaving the shop at home unattended, so we won't stay here any longer."
Lin Qiye nodded upon hearing this, "Okay, when are you leaving, Brother Shangyan? I'll see you off."
"Let's do it tomorrow morning. We're planning to spend the night here," Shang Yan said, waving to Lin Qiye as he turned away.
After seeing Lin Qiye off, Shang Yan took out his phone from his pocket, intending to play games for a while.
"Hey, our bookstore has been open for so long, has anyone been here?" Shang Yan suddenly asked while they were talking.
How could he not remember having any customers visit the bookstore he and Zhou Ping ran?
"Yes," Zhou Ping nodded slowly.
He was usually the one looking after the bookstore, so it's normal that Shang Yan doesn't remember him.
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