Li Mai's mind was completely blank at this moment.
Is he the superhuman locked in the iron cage?
Was he the one whose appearance seemed strange to him?
So, Grandpa was burned to death by his strange fire?
Luo Ying, Luo Ying...
Could he be Luo Ying, the son of Jiu Ying?
Zhou Quan saw her eyes staring straight at him, but unfocused, and his heart raced with fear. He quickly sat up, trembling, and hugged her tightly, sobbing.
"Baby, little one, Xiaomai, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sob sob, I'm sorry, don't leave me, don't leave me, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Seeing Li Mai like this, all he could think of were those lonely and desolate years, and the images of humans trying to capture and study him.
He knew he was human too, and he didn't want to hurt them, but they said that if they drained his blood, they could create thousands upon thousands of other superpowered individuals like him.
In their eyes, he was not one of their own, but an alien, a monster with superhuman abilities. Since they couldn't capture him with their own skills, they used the drugs and poisons they had developed to deal with him.
They're so mean!
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"Grandpa, why are the uncles and elders locking this older brother up here?"
A childlike voice echoed in Zhou Quan's mind.
"Sigh, they want to make humans stronger, and they want to get their blood for research."
It was an old voice.
"But my brother looks so uncomfortable, he's in so much pain. Grandpa, can we let him go?"
The child's voice was full of worry.
"No, baby, if we let him go, Grandpa's baby will die too. Baby, remember, the reason you were created was to suppress him."
The aged voice carried a hint of sorrow.
"Grandpa, what do you mean? I don't understand."
The child asked hesitantly.
"You don't need to understand, baby. You'll understand when you grow up."
After the aged voice finished speaking, the conversation ended.
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Zhou Quan's anxious calls for Li Mai stopped abruptly. The fear in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he stared blankly at the little girl in his arms.
He remembered those two voices; they were the grandfather and granddaughter who had looked after him a hundred years ago in his previous life, and also Li Mai and her grandfather.
But what did they mean by that?
Just now, Li Mai suddenly recalled that conversation and the past.
She stared at him blankly. Her grandfather said she would understand when she grew up, but she still didn't understand.
Could it be because she was able to suppress him last night? In the past, this childhood memory was blurry to her, but just now it suddenly came back to her.
“Your grandfather used to call you ‘baby’…” Zhou Quan murmured as he looked at her.
Li Mai asked incredulously, "Did you also suddenly remember a conversation just now?"
Zhou Quan was taken aback. "You too?"
“Yes, Grandpa said I was created to suppress you, but I don’t understand what that means. My grandpa said I’ll understand when I grow up,” Li Mai said quickly.
Zhou Quan quickly nodded, "Yes, I don't remember having this memory before."
Li Mai glanced around the space subconsciously and said, "Let's go out first."
With a thought, the two of them appeared on their bed in their room, where the sun was already shining brightly outside the window.
Li Mai silently covered her forehead!
However, the man clearly had no intention of getting up and pressed himself against her.
Li Mai: ......
“Zhou Quan, don’t you want to know what’s really going on between us? Should we have a good talk?” Li Mai tried to stop him.
Things between the two of them are getting increasingly strange.
After his death, his soul transmigrated into Zhou Quan, while her soul transmigrated into Li Mai. Crucially, they even became husband and wife.
With the memories that the two of them are gradually gaining, Li Mai suddenly feels as if there is an invisible hand controlling everything between them.
And what did Grandpa say? That she was created to suppress him. Why? And what was she suppressing?
Did they gain this memory after she helped him suppress his awakened spiritual veins last night?
Zhou Quan didn't want to speak, so he buried his head and kissed her lips, silencing her words. He just wanted to be with her, to be close to her, and he longed for the warmth she brought him.
“Zhou Quan, I’m not in the mood right now…” Li Mai turned her face to the side and took the opportunity to say something.
She thought he wanted to have a deeper conversation with her!
Before she could finish her sentence, he cut her off again.
Li Mai glared at him helplessly, wanting to use her spiritual power to shake him away.
But suddenly I felt a slight tremor in him.
Li Mai stopped mobilizing her spiritual power.
"I'm sorry, Xiaomai, I'm so sorry!"
I don't want you to hate me!
"I don't want you to leave me. Trust me, I won't hurt you!"
"After you helped me suppress it last night, I won't transform anymore. I can feel that the restlessness in my blood is gone!"
"Only when I hold you, only when I am with you, can I feel peace in my heart."
"Wheat, I'm just so afraid of being alone, so afraid of loneliness!"
"Baby, please don't push me away, okay?"
Zhou Quan stopped kissing her, but lay down beside her, holding her tightly, staring at her, and explaining one sentence after another.
Seeing that his eyes had stopped turning red, Li Mai figured he was really alright.
"What do you mean by saying you won't transform anymore?" Li Mai's heart suddenly raced. She wondered if her guess was true, and if he really was Luo Ying.
"It means exactly what it says. You'll never see me in that form again. I'm just a human, like you, and I can't transform," Zhou Quan tried to explain, hoping to convince her.
"Zhou Quan, do you know who you are right now?" Li Mai asked, frowning.
“It’s Zhou Quan, your husband!” Zhou Quan answered softly.
“But you feel lonely. Right now, you are actually Luo Ying, aren’t you?” She held his hand and intertwined her fingers with his.
"Can you tell me everything about yourself?" Li Mai was already mentally prepared.
Zhou Quan stared at her blankly. "I told you, you won't hate me?"
Li Mai shook her head. "I think our bond is very deep and long-lasting, not just from the few years we spent as teacher and student in our past life. So, there must be some things I don't know, right?"
Zhou Quan sighed softly, leaned over and kissed her again, his eyes full of hope, "Can you call me Luo Ying?"
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