Seeing that he had unbuttoned his shirt, Chu Changliu reached out and forcefully pulled it over without thinking, then put it on himself.
Seeing that he only wanted to wear his own clothes, Zhou Ping silently clenched his hands on his pants even tighter.
"Why won't you give me this?" Chu Changliu asked, puzzled, noticing that he had pulled his pants up tightly.
Zhou Ping:......
"No, just these two." He could barely accept losing the shirt, but losing the pants... Zhou Ping's face turned bright red, and he took a step back.
"Alright, one pair each is fine." Since he could still wear the pants he was wearing, Chu Changliu didn't insist.
Having received Zhou Ping's clothes, Chu Changliu didn't button up his shirt. He sat next to Zhou Ping, quietly staring blankly at the lake.
He hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time, and his words just now were as fleeting as a flash in the pan.
Seeing him sitting by the lake in a daze, Zhou Ping tried to start a conversation, "What were you brought here for?"
It took Chu Changliu a while to react.
He thought about it for a while, somewhat slowly.
"I don't know," he shook his head. "Cultivators are thrown in here every round."
"And then you killed each other?" Zhou Ping had guessed something ever since he saw Chu Changliu lying on top of the pile of corpses.
Chu Changliu nodded seriously, "Only one person can live."
Although he had expected it, Zhou Ping still couldn't help but feel heartbroken when he learned the answer. "Why were you brought here?"
"..." Chu Changliu looked at the clear lake, as if he was thinking. He thought for a while before saying, "I forgot, but I remember that I did it voluntarily."
He has been here for far too long.
So long that I've almost forgotten who I am.
"...If you get out, what do you want to do?" Zhou Ping slowly reached out his hand, wanting to place it on Chu Changliu's head, who was looking down at something.
"I can't leave for now," Chu Changliu said in a clear, crisp voice, "but soon."
"If I get out of here, I'll probably send myself to be reincarnated, and then find a wife..."
He looked at his reflection in the water. The young man with two braids was staring intently at his reflection. He reached out and touched his face, then smiled at his reflection in the water.
"With my good looks and having inherited his true skills, finding a wife will be a piece of cake!"
He looked a little silly when he laughed, and started playing with the water by himself.
Zhou Ping sat on the rock, watching him struggle alone, his shirt soaked through in no time.
He's right; it really did help him find a wife.
After splashing around in the water for a while, Chu Changliu pointed to his reflection in the water and looked at Zhou Ping sitting on the rock.
"Are you an imposter?"
He pointed to the reflection in the water, where Zhou Ping's image was not visible.
“No,” Zhou Ping shook his head seriously, “This is your dream.”
"A dream? Then why did you appear in my dream?" Chu Changliu stopped splashing water.
Looking at Zhou Ping's familiar braid and the citron flowers adorning his hair, his emerald eyes suddenly seemed to remember something.
However, his face turned pale and then red.
"...You're the wife I found after I left?"
"...I am the husband you found after you left."
The two asked and answered in unison, and after they finished speaking, the world seemed to stand still.
When Chu Changliu heard Zhou Ping so openly admit it, and even emphasized the word "husband," he silently lowered his head.
He quickly pieced together the story. He had been reincarnated and found a husband. This was his dream, in which he was experiencing things he had experienced before. But because it was a dream, he hadn't met his husband yet at this point in time, so he didn't remember him.
Chu Changliu's sluggish brain was stuck for a long time.
Just when Zhou Ping thought he was going to remain silent, he finally raised his head.
"Hello, my future husband! I've been waiting for you for so long!"
After saying this, he smiled and suddenly appeared beside Zhou Ping, hugging him tightly with all four limbs.
"You should have said we were in this kind of relationship earlier. Look at the mess this has made. I even took off your clothes to wear. Here, I'll take them off for you right now!" he said, tugging at his own already soaked shirt.
“…You should wear it.” Zhou Ping sighed softly before daring to bend down and hug the person in front of him who was ice-cold.
He spoke as if transcending time and space, saying, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, Yan Yan."
He was frantic with worry outside.
That's why I couldn't resist coming to see him in my dream.
Chu Changliu tilted his head slightly. "I still have many more matches to play, so you'll probably have to wait a long time."
This desperate struggle had imprisoned him for countless years; he had lost count of how many rounds of this bloodshed had been repeated, and he had no idea how much longer it would continue.
"But I knew in advance that I would be able to get out eventually, so there's hope for the future!"
God knows how hopeless he felt after all these years of endless killing.
Chu Changliu has completely shed his previous lifelessness.
He even asked with great interest, "How's the outside world? I've been here for at least several thousand years now..."
It's hard to imagine that Chu Changliu has spent so many years alone in this place.
"...When were you arrested?" Zhou Ping reached out and hugged him tightly, his dark eyes staring at the person in his arms, his emotions churning within.
When Chu Changliu looked up and met his gaze, he looked away, somewhat at a loss.
However, he was never good at lying, and no one had ever taught him these things, so he thought for a while before saying, "...ten years old, I guess."
"Maybe?" These memories were so distant that Chu Changliu had to count them on his fingers to slowly recall the relevant details.
“…” Zhou Ping lowered his head and hugged him tightly, his voice a little hoarse, “You’ve worked hard, Yan Yan.”
Chu Changliu was stunned by his embrace, but the warmth of his arms and the gentle, captivating scent emanating from him made him want to cherish this precious moment, even in his dream.
He hadn't been hugged like this in a long time.
"Brother, I'll try my best to wake up soon."
"Okay," Zhou Ping patted him on the back. "I'll wait for you."
"Have we gone through the wedding ceremony? I remember that this relationship needs to be confirmed by the wedding ceremony," Chu Changliu said, as if he had thought of something crucial.
Zhou Ping:......
His lips twitched, and he finally uttered a sentence, "I've already done the prayers, but it was a bit hasty. I'll do them again when you wake up."
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