's impossible, impossible. Lin Yanqin and he are so stable in their relationship. They seem pretty low-key on the surface, but who knows how they get cozy behind closed doorsMy brother raised an eyebr..."Where am I" I walked into the flower bushes and found that these flowers were exactly like the scenery by the River of Forgetfulness. Could this place be the Underworld too

"Nowhere in particular, outside is chaos and nothingness. Where you put it depends on what you want." Jiang Qiyun stood behind me with his hands clasped, his voice carrying a hint of sharp questioning: "Don't worry about that for now, Mu Xia Qiao, what's wrong with your clothes"

...Can't you see it

The front was torn, and the back had a hole ripped in it by Mu Wanchen. It was practically leaking from both sides. And since he'd just been standing in water, he looked as miserable as a refugee.

"I'm just thankful I have something to wear. It can be ripped a little bit..." I quickly brushed off the question.

He snorted, pulled me towards that oddly placed three-story building, inside... besides the basic furnishings of my room, there was nothing.

“There’s no time to decorate everything the same way, I just threw together a shell, and besides, all I remember about your house is the furniture in your room.”

I say nothing, at least you remember my pillow and blanket, right You only remember the sheets...

There's only cold water, that's perfectly normal unless he summons a paper figurine maid to diligently boil water and cook.

I washed my face with cold water, and his outer robe was placed on the sink. I put it on, which looked particularly ridiculous.

Like a trailing cloak, empty and letting in the wind from all sides.

“Qiyun…” He sat cross-legged on the window sill, leaning his head against the side and looking out at the scenery.

"...There's nothing here." he said faintly. "It's just like the underworld, whether flowers bloom or wither, it changes every three thousand years, but there's no real difference."

I walked barefoot, dragging my robe, to his side.

I never understood why the old man Ziwei and the deity Taiyi could remain so calm and composed, observing the countless years of the world. Though they also had divine duties, they were all selfless and benevolent. How many gods could compare to them

"And you" I asked softly, his profile softened by the fiery red clouds on the horizon.

That icy, delicately crafted face captivated all who beheld it, regardless of the light that fell upon it. Though he had once hidden his compassion behind a mask, in the end, his private affections prevailed. The cold blade gradually sheathed itself.

"Me I'm probably the most unprogressive deity there is. Watching the rise and fall of human civilizations holds no interest for me. Seeing those scattered immortals idly wasting their time in the Nine Heavens doesn't appeal to me either. And the Underworld Utterly boring. Even the most beautiful scenery is just a fixed cycle of birth and death, with nothing new or evolving—"

He paused, then suddenly turned his gaze back to me.

His outer robe hung loosely about him, he raised his icy hand and pulled me closer to his side.

My stomach is much more curved now than before. It used to be flat, but now it looks like a small hill.

"Only now can you see..." He patted his abdomen with the back of his hand, pulling me up to sit beside him.

"...Rise clouds" I was a little dazed, thinking about the past events, always feeling like one after another illusory beautiful dream.

“After Huangdao Village’s formation was broken, you wouldn’t actually need to hold a phantom wedding… You said before that after I completed my mission, you could let me live out the rest of my days in peaceful solitude. Actually, when you said those words, you didn’t think about holding a wedding with me, did you” I held his head, my fingers tangling in the long hair on his shoulders.

He let out a light chuckle, his golden eyes flickering with a hidden intensity. His voice held a hint of mischief: "Back then, you were so afraid of me, piling on all those accusations. I wouldn't want to make things difficult for myself either."

" ...Unfortunately, later I found you were becoming more complex and more interesting."

“I never thought a person could have such complex emotions. I watched you cry, watched you rage with anger, grit your teeth and endure, feel unwilling and shy, yet reveal pleading, infatuated eyes. Listening to you sing out in a broken voice, choked with sobs... I find it quite amusing, hehe…” He chuckled darkly, his voice laced with a hint of smug malice.

I can't tell if the soft light outside is dawn or dusk, I only know that the warm glow on his shoulders blinded me. That gentle warmth melted away his coldness.

“...Are you still afraid of me” He lightly pressed his cool forehead against my temple.

"... Afraid." I answered in a hushed voice, afraid of being separated from you, afraid of not being able to hold onto your sleeve.

……

"Before you, I didn't know what love tasted like." He whispered in her ear.

"After you, all the flavors of the world have lost their taste..."

“I have no interest in places like Xian Gong Yuan or Li Hate Tian.”

He let out a light chuckle, his voice laced with a hint of mockery.

"Nine Heavens of Blossoming Flowers, Ten Thousand Worlds… You are my boundless magnificent vista, a celestial realm of white clouds."control and problems will arise... This is why he is particularly unwilling to go to the underworld and confront the emperor.”The little boy replied, "If it's Luo Hu Xingjun trapped inside, I'm afraid...