"Her father will die suddenly from working overtime in the early hours of tonight, and her mother will die in a car accident on the road because she is worried."
Yingxi said calmly, and seeing Wang Dadong's shocked look, she explained, "Don't you remember? I can read fortunes."
“I want to…” Wang Dadong took out his phone, wanting to call Grandma Hua and ask her to contact Xiao Ning’s parents.
"Please go ahead," Yingxi said, then turned and walked slowly along the flower field.
After giving instructions here, Wang Dadong found the person under a rose trellis.
"Yingxi, this won't affect you, will it?" Wang Dadong pulled her over to check her over. "I know that brat Huaiying has an apprentice who can also predict the future. When she speaks, the amount of blood she spits out is really frightening."
“I won’t,” Yingxi said, subtly pulling her hand away from his. “She’s just a nobody, her influence on the order of time and space is negligible, and there won’t be any backlash.”
"That's good." Wang Dadong noticed her movements, a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
"Do you remember when you were pregnant with Yingying? We had just gotten together, and you said you wanted to have a child. If it was a boy, you wanted the two of them to get married when they grew up. If it was a girl, they would be good sisters."
“Wang Dadong, you said that to Yu Heng, not to you.” Yingxi’s face turned cold, which was rare for her. “Besides, I was young and ignorant back then, and it was just a joke.”
“But I am him, and he is me. What’s the difference?” Wang Dadong asked.
Actually, they didn't need to make such a clear distinction. He had thought about it very carefully and seriously. As Yu Heng, he still loved her as always, and he could feel that she loved him too, so why was that?
“No,” Yingxi shook her head, “everything is different now, especially at this moment.”
“I am not the original Yingxi, and you are not the original Yuheng. We are just strangers with memories of each other.”
"Even if my Yu Heng knew I was powerful, he would always put me first, instead of changing the fate of a poor little girl and then asking me if it would have any impact."
She admitted that she was being somewhat unreasonable, and that she was only speaking out because she didn't want the little girl to have an unhappy childhood.
Wang Dadong's personality is most similar to Yu Heng's, but he lacks Yu Heng's experiences. Even with his memories, he's not as composed in handling matters. She loves Yu Heng, but she can't accept the parts of him that aren't his.
Of course, I am the same; I also have a part that doesn't belong to Yingxi.
At least Yingxi wouldn't be like she is now, acting like a little girl asking her boyfriend why he doesn't put her first.
Because Yu Heng never lets Ying Xi feel that way. Ying Xi is the youngest besides Huai Ying, and she has been spoiled since childhood. This personality is entirely due to Yu Heng's pampering.
The reason she can't accept it now is that she has separated herself from Yingxi, Wang Dadong and Yuheng, and can't let complicated memories taint her previous feelings.
"I'm sorry," Yingxi said first. "I just didn't want you to ignore your current living environment because of the love in your memories."
“It’s my fault, but running away won’t solve the problem.” Wang Dadong said after a moment of silence, “I can’t break up with you right now, and you can’t sentence me to death just because of your own inner turmoil.”
Before Yingxi could say anything more, the two of them received a message from Xuanming.
"Oh no! Huaiying has gone to the Divine Realm!" Yingxi exclaimed.
"Let's go," Wang Dadong said, grabbing her wrist as she wasn't looking, preparing to leave.
"Wait, don't you need to explain this to your family and friends in this timeline?" Yingxi asked, frowning.
“No need,” Wang Dadong said, lowering his eyes. “If I die, they will forget me.”
"You..." Yingxi said, somewhat reluctantly.
“If we die together, I really hope God will let us meet each other sooner and fall in love.” Wang Dadong smiled as he saw her sorrowful expression. “Otherwise, you’ll say that I’m not him.”
Yingxi avoided his gaze and didn't speak, but she didn't break free from his hand like before.
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