Since Yan Wuxie returned, Nangong felt that he was working longer and longer hours, often going out all day and not returning until he had taken a shower in the evening.
Fortunately, Nangong was already content as long as Yan Wuxie could stay by his side.
The days passed by peacefully and happily, and three years went by in the blink of an eye. In this year, Yan Wuxie was twenty-one years old, and Nangong was twenty-two years old.
The boy has completely shed his childishness and become more mature, a capable young man. The girl has also become more and more beautiful, always attracting Yan Wuxie's attention with every smile and frown.
They still lived in that deserted courtyard outside the capital. After a day's work, Yan Wuxie passed by a stall selling hairpins. The old woman was packing up her stall when the young man passing by took a liking to a very delicate and beautiful hairpin that the old woman was still putting away.
Immediately, Yan Wuxie imagined how his beautiful young lady would look wearing it. He paid for it and went home with cheerful steps.
Yan Wuxie finished work early today, which made it to dinner time. Nangong was cooking dinner in the kitchen when the young man suddenly hugged him from behind, which really startled Nangong.
Nangong playfully punched Yan Wuxie's chest.
"Are you trying to scare me to death?"
Yan Wuxie smiled faintly and took out the hairpin from his pocket. The light in Nangong's eyes when he saw the hairpin stunned Yan Wuxie.
"Bought for me?"
"I bought this for you."
Nangong put the lid on the pot and let the chicken simmer for a while longer. She pulled Yan Wuxie out of the kitchen and sat down on a chair. The girl looked at Yan Wuxie expectantly and said, "Put it on for me."
Yan Wuxie nodded and gently put the glove on Nangong. Nangong ran to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror with great satisfaction.
After being rewarded with a sweet kiss by Nangong, Yan Wuxie walked happily to the yard and took down the clothes from the clothesline. Now, holding Nangong's personal belongings in his hand, he was completely unfazed.
Nangong saw Yan Wuxie coming in with the laundry and smiled, "I'll just cook one more dish and then we can eat. Why don't you go take a bath and warm up?"
Despite living in the north, Yan Wuxie still maintained the habits he had in Guangdong Province, taking a shower every day. It wasn't that he was particularly fond of cleanliness, but rather that a day's work made him feel very dirty.
Yan Wuxie didn't want to dirty Nangong, since Nangong spent most of his time cuddling with her.
Some time has passed.
When Yan Wuxie returned home that day, he was extremely weak and looked like he was on his last legs. Nangong was frightened by Yan Wuxie's appearance and quickly stepped forward to pull Yan Wuxie over to look him over.
Yan Wuxie did not hide anything and frankly said that he had suffered a hidden injury. The country gave him a considerable amount of compensation and allowed him to retire and return to his hometown to recuperate.
With Nangong's help, Yan Wuxie sat down in a chair and patted the worried girl's hand.
"It's okay, it will get better with proper care over time."
But Nangong couldn't listen. Her eyes were filled with tears, and she tried hard not to cry. Nangong leaned against Yan Wuxie's chest with heartache, listening to the young man's weak and feeble heartbeat.
Would you like to come with me to Guangdong Province?
"My hometown, Lancheng."
Yan Wuxie held Nangong close, resting his chin on the girl's head.
Nangong nodded vigorously, "Wherever you go, I'll go."
Before leaving the capital, Nangong and Yan Wuxie returned to the Nangong family. The process was not very pleasant, but seeing that Nangong had found his own place, the family still wished the two of them a happy life.
Back in Lancheng, Guangdong Province, Yan Wuxie used some of the money he earned from joining the ghost-slaying club to start a business with his two sworn brothers, Xu Yang and Chu Hang's grandfather. In reality, it was Xu Yang's grandfather, Xu Nian, who was running the business, while Yan Wuxie and Chu Ying only invested funds.
The three brothers made money and built new houses next to each other. Xu Nian and Chu Ying got married one after the other.
Yan Wuxie and Nangong were the last to get married.
On their wedding night, Nangong, dressed in a red wedding gown, sat on the edge of the bed with Yan Wuxie. Nangong looked stunning tonight, and Yan Wuxie gazed at her intently, which made Nangong quite shy.
At the same time, she was also going through a lot of pain.
"Wu Xie, my time is running out. After I die, go and meet a new girl, and have her bear you a healthy child to continue the Yan family line."
Nangong looked at Yan Wuxie with utmost seriousness as she spoke these words, and Yan Wuxie simply pulled her into his arms tightly.
"You know I love you very much. I can't go to anyone else. You're all I have. I can't live without you." Yan Wuxie's voice trembled, his heart heavy with suppressed emotions.
"Falling in love with me was a mistake. I can't spend my whole life with you. If only... if only I had never met you," Nangong said painfully, tears streaming down his face.
Yan Wuxie reached out and touched Nangong's face. The girl's tearful appearance was so pitiful. He gently wiped away the tears on Nangong's face.
"Never regret our meeting."
Nangong's eyes widened. Only now did she realize how much Yan Wuxie loved her, but this only made her feel more distressed.
Therefore, she has made new plans.
Before she knew it, Nangong turned twenty-five. Through her meticulous planning, she became pregnant at the right time.
How could Yan Wuxie not understand Nangong's thoughts? She wanted to use the child to keep herself alive. However, with the birth of her son Yanfei, Nangong's health deteriorated, eventually leading to the cursed end—death.
In the time it takes to drink a cup of coffee, Nangong finished reminiscing about his short but extremely happy life.
The coffee cup made a crisp sound as it was placed on the saucer. Nangong took off the hairpin that held her hair in a bun and gently stroked the hairpin, which had gradually aged over time.
The curse of the Nangong family drove Nangong to desperately pursue immortality. She knew that Yanluo must also be burdened with the curse, so she had to achieve the nationwide transformation of corpses into demons before Yanluo turned twenty-five.
For herself, for her child, for her followers, and for the countless pitiful people who died and turned into corpses, Nangong had to do this.
Nangong's blood-red eyes were incredibly beautiful, and the determination within them was even stronger. Now that she had obtained the power of the Origin, and with her understanding of this power, Nangong was fully confident that she could complete this grand plan.
Everything will unfold in the new year, and everything will usher in new changes. Nangong murmured to the old hairpin, "Fate is unfair, but I will go against the heavens. I must reclaim the happiness that originally belonged to me."
Nangong got up and walked to the piano in the corner. His pale hands touched the keys, and the lower key version of "Pocahontas" began to play. This music, full of longing, spread out of the coffee shop and drifted away with the winter wind. The story continued.
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