The cold moonlight shone in through the cracks of the window, illuminating Yun Qian’s face.
My husband is human.
No matter that he possesses immortality, he will certainly give it up.
Even if most of Yun Qian’s mories were ’sealed’, she still understands this.
To him, no matter which lifeti, no matter what kind of world, he is simply an ordinary ’person’—at least that’s what he believes.
And as long as one is human, one will certainly die, one cannot possess eternal life.
Just as he said at the start, just as he is destined to say in the future—often it’s precisely because we will die that living has aning; precisely because we will die that staying together for a lifeti becos a romantic thing; precisely because life will inevitably end that eting oneself can be happiness.
[She] couldn’t understand these words until now, because she herself didn’t even have a concept of life and death.
Thus, if following Xu Chang’an’s logic, [she] has no significance of existence... Therefore, after one parting, [she] finally had her own na and would appear beside him in the state of ’Yun Qian’.
’Yun Qian’ is different from [her], Yun Qian does not have eternal life, and when Xu Chang’an dies again as an ordinary human, Yun Qian’s life will also end, stored away in the Treasure Vault.
Then a question naturally arises.
My husband is human, he only wishes to be human.
So... am I human?
If it were before, she wouldn’t know the answer.
But at this mont, she has the na Yun Qian.
That’s right.
Ever since she t this young man nad "Xu Chang’an" by the sea, the doll called ’Yun Qian’ has been infused with vigor and soul, she needn’t just quietly watch him from the side without being able to approach, as in his so-called ’past lives’.
She can be quietly watched by him.
She only needs to reach out her hand to touch his cheek and enjoy the gaze that hasn’t turned cold... Isn’t this the best thing in the world?
As long as she’s by his side, she’s not just a segnt of mory nad Yun Qian, but a real, living person.
As Yun Qian, she has been held close to her husband’s heart more than once to listen to the heartbeat, and what he hears is no longer empty but a faint yet continuous heartbeat. Similarly... Yun Qian also really enjoys hearing his heartbeat, pressing her ear against her husband’s chest, those powerful accelerating sounds, each beat like a heavy hamr striking her heart.
The usually unperturbed Miss Yun, in those monts, feels a sense of security that even impacts her ntal Realm.
’By using a na, temporarily becoming a person.’
This is the most clumsy, but also the most intelligent way of companionship she could imagine.
But...
Ultimately, giving up a na... doesn’t count as death.
Yun Qian doesn’t have any avatars, her so-called death, so-called entering the Treasure Vault, is nothing more than the storage of a segnt of mory. Essentially, each one is [her].
On the island, barefoot while reading a novel is [her].
Dressed by Xu Chang’an is [her].
Drinking with Xu Chang’an, moderately intoxicated is [her].
Gazing at the stars with Xu Chang’an is [her].
Being able to enjoy a mont of joy—
is also [her].
Essentially, she is not a girl nad Yun Qian, just soone who nad that segnt of experience ’Yun Qian’... So, does this count as reincarnation?
No, it doesn’t.
Yun Qian knows very well, compared to her husband’s changes, this certainly doesn’t count as reincarnation, but Miss Yun couldn’t find a better choice. Even if she wants to genuinely enter reincarnation with Xu Chang’an, that fragile place, she couldn’t even step in, probably just looking would cause it to collapse.
Yun Qian withdrew her gaze from the window, then glanced in the direction where Xu Chang’an and Li Zhibai departed.
Xu Chang’an’s question has an answer.
When eting again in the future, will it still be the sa person?
It will.
The sa person.
’Ah...’
At this mont, Yun Qian’s blinking frequency slightly increased, because the occasional mories she reveals always bring her so strange experiences, even making Miss Yun show a helpless expression.
At this mont, recalling those past tis while being Yun Qian, inevitably, Liu i frowns slightly... and even gently sighs.
For example, not knowing how long ago, the call of "Mother" from her husband...
That call has passed a lifeti.
She touched her chest, feeling a very peculiar sensation.
As Yun Qian, she cannot imagine what it would feel like when her husband, as a child, chased after her calling "Mother," but Yun Qian actually doesn’t mind, because even when called Mother, at least they’re together, better than just being a bystander.
Tilting her head, Yun Qian supported her face looking out the window, her gaze peaceful, so mories slowly surfacing like bubbles pressed underwater, blooming into flowers on the water’s surface, creating a sea of flowers, swaying when the wind blows.
Every flower, is a na.
Because it’s beautiful, it’s a flower.
"..."
Every husband should have every corresponding girl.
But every corresponding girl is herself.
Is this a good thing?
Maybe not.
So Yun Qian likes this lifeti, or rather... likes that past life of Xu Chang’an unbeknownst to her, in that life, Li Zhibai was the main wife, that Li Zhibai wasn’t a na she took, but a genuine ordinary woman.
At that ti, there was already a relationship beside him, and not just one... Clearly a good thing, but why, why when opening her eyes, was she called over by him?
Inconsistency between heart and actions.
My husband is always inconsistent between heart and actions.
If he really doesn’t like, even detests reincarnation as he says, then it’s impossible that one day, when rembering sothing, he realizes he’s not there, and calls for her.
Even now, Xu Chang’an verbally says he doesn’t like reincarnation, but Yun Qian wouldn’t simply believe it so easily, she will rember every word Xu Chang’an says, and when alone, slowly think whether it’s his true intention, or another inconsistency between heart and actions.
Saying he doesn’t like reincarnation, Miss Yun wouldn’t believe so easily.
Knowing this, so after ’Yun Qian,’ [she] will certainly have a new na, and as for past ones... the sea of flowers in mory gradually fades, those erging nas again slowly subrge.
Set a small goal.
Next na, not to be called "Mother."
——
Under the eaves, Li Zhibai listened to Xu Chang’an report the matter of ti being suspended, after a long silence, looked at him.
"Chang’an, do you believe in reincarnation?"
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