In the clean and tidy leisure room, an elegant guqin lies quietly in the corner, witnessing the "confrontation" between two immortals.
A man in a black coat and a woman in a white down jacket sat opposite each other.
There was a wooden trash can next to the woman's legs, with an extra-large storage bag on top that could remove odors.
"So Jiujiu, your so-called blood awakening mark is actually fake. Have you been lying to me about everything recently?" Shen Mojin looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.
Chi Jiujiu nodded silently, tears welling up in her eyes. "Yes, everything I said on New Year's Eve was a lie. I lied to you... This red spider lily tattoo is the mark of destiny."
"So, I'm a thief."
You stole the marriage that should have belonged to you and that person.
Shen Mojin's heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.
Then, Shen Mojin asked in a trembling voice, "So, has the relationship between us been fake for so many years?"
Chi Jiujiu choked up and replied, "No, that's not it, Ajin... My feelings for you are real, but I didn't expect fate to play such a trick on me."
Shen Mojin closed his narrow eyes.
Recalling the good times he had spent with her, those sweet moments now turned into foam weapons, stinging him and causing pain all over his body.
"Why is this happening?" Shen Mojin murmured to himself.
Suddenly, he remembered something and opened his eyes abruptly.
"You spent a full quarter of an hour with that person, simply discussing the mark? Does that person make better tea than I do?
You... don't even want to taste the tea I brew... is that also because you are affected by the mark?"
Listening to Shen Mojin's words which were gradually losing their logic, Chi Jiujiu was speechless for a moment.
Shen Mojin saw Chi Jiujiu remaining silent.
He felt a surge of despair in his heart, as if the whole world was collapsing, and his eyes dimmed little by little.
The body that originally exuded a terrifying aura now slumped dejectedly against the back of the chair.
His arms hung limply, his strong muscles no longer tense, and the sleeves of his black coat hung casually on both sides of the chair, revealing a sense of dejection.
The mark of destiny cannot be destroyed, and Wuwang's inner demon cannot be eliminated.
Jiujiu - My wife, are you going to...leave me in the end?
As a husband, I really, really want to...really want to kill that person regardless of the consequences.
But if that person dies, you will die too.
Please tell me what I should do so that you...will not fall in love with another man because of the mark of destiny, and so that you...will stay with me forever.
Jiujiu, my heart hurts so much.
Chi Jiujiu stated her position again, "Ajin, since I have chosen you, I will not abandon you and be with someone else just because of this mark or some destined person.
Can you believe me?
I have never regretted falling in love with you, and the same will be true in the future.
Don't do this, it makes me feel uncomfortable.
We already have three children, how could I possibly like someone else?
It's just about the Mark of Destiny, can we face it together?"
"......." Shen Mojin's eyes were empty, and he stared blankly at the ceiling.
He seemed to have lost his soul.
At this moment, Shen Mojin was completely immersed in the pain of heartbreak and turned a deaf ear to what Chi Jiujiu said.
His body trembled slightly, as if he couldn't bear this fact.
At his feet, on the grey carpet made of precious monster fur, the tea set that should have been neatly arranged was now knocked over.
Among them, the carefully selected high-quality tea leaves were scattered everywhere, like broken hearts.
These tea leaves exude a faint spiritual aura, but at this moment, their fragrance can no longer soothe Shen Mojin's inner pain.
First blood!
The whole room was filled with a suffocating atmosphere, making people feel extremely heavy and depressed.
Suddenly, a map of human acupuncture points flashed through Chi Jiujiu's mind.
Her expression froze as she stretched out her hand and touched the center of her abdomen, then used her spiritual power to seal the Hegu point between her wrist and the back of her hand.
"Ajin, no matter what happens, we will face it together." After Chi Jiujiu sealed the three acupuncture points that could stop vomiting, she stood up and took two steps towards Shen Mojin.
She squatted slightly beside his chair, reached out and held his resolute yet decadent handsome face, letting his empty eyes look at her.
"Jiujiu..." Shen Mojin's attention was diverted. He opened his thin lips slightly and the woman's name came out of his throat.
"Ajin, listen to me. No matter what happens, I will never leave you. I swear."
She had made up her mind that if no solution could be found in the end.
She killed Wuwang and then committed suicide.
There are still a hundred years left, she doesn't want immortality.
She only wanted to stay with him and spend this short life with him.
Before she died, she tried to make the father of her child lose his memory of the past.
Forget her... live a good life.
“…” Shen Mojin slowly came back to his senses, his eyes gradually focused on the woman’s beautiful face.
He lowered his hands and pulled Chi Jiujiu into his arms as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.
Chi Jiujiu fell into the man's arms unexpectedly. The next second, her slender hand was grabbed by Shen Mojin and slowly pressed against his chest, which was aching and suffocating.
"Jiujiu, it hurts..."
Shen Mojin's hoarse voice rang in Chi Jiujiu's ears.
"Jiujiu, you can only have eyes for me, okay?" You can only have eyes for me, okay?
"Okay, I'll just look at you."
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