Facing Bai Ran's teasing gaze, Long Jinhan narrowed his eyes and let out a helpless sigh, "I can't do anything about you, one is enough."
Bai Ran's smiling face suddenly fell, "You really have this idea?"
Long Jinhan smiled, seemingly not noticing Bai Ran's increasingly serious expression.
The wheelchair stopped, and Bai Ran looked back, only to find no one behind her.
When she turned back again, a fiery red flower appeared before her, and behind the flower, Long Jinhan was smiling at her.
The flower gently tapped Bai Ran's head, and his intoxicating voice rang out again.
"I only want you, and I will only have you."
Bai Ran turned her head, took the flower, and her face couldn't help but blush, "You said it yourself..."
"Yes, Long Jinhan's promise to Bai Ran."
He pushed her, continuing to stroll within the Ghost Tribe, bathed in sunlight, caressed by a gentle breeze, with bursts of joyful laughter filling the air, a scene of great sweetness.
However, on the other side, Mo Huai'an and Huan Yan were not as cheerful and relaxed.
Mo Huai'an lowered his head, cautiously glancing at the person before him, "Yan'er... I..."
"I also know about Mo Chengze swapping your soul."
Huan Yan sipped her tea, the steam curling upwards and filling the room. Her calloused fingers traced the rim of the cup.
"This sword nearly severed all my affection for you..."
Mo Huai'an stood at the doorway, nervously swallowing, "Yan'er..."
He had thought of many words during this time, contemplating how best to explain, but standing before Huan Yan, he found himself unable to utter a single word.
Huan Yan looked up, her eyes filled with helplessness, "At this point, I don't hate you, but I can't forgive you immediately either."
Instantly, Mo Huai'an felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his blood freezing, his limbs terrifyingly stiff.
"Just looking at your face, I recall that day, you personally plunged the sword into my body."
"And coldly called me a demoness..."
Huan Yan lowered her gaze, her fingers swirling around the rim of the cup.
"Mo Huai'an, I truly don't hate you, but I really can't forget the collapse I felt that day. Do you understand?"
After a long pause, Mo Huai'an slowly nodded, "I understand..."
His tightly clenched fists trembled, and his heart felt as if it were being torn apart, filled with pain.
But the next sentence made Mo Huai'an freeze completely, his head lifting in disbelief.
Huan Yan stood up and walked towards him step by step, stopping before him, "So."
"You must stay with me, you must let me see your tenderness when I look at this face, not that memory."
"Mo Huai'an, only you can do this."
Mo Huai'an looked up abruptly, his lips trembling with emotion, "Okay..."
Huan Yan gazed at him, a smile in her eyes, but the next moment, as if remembering something, her expression turned serious.
"Where is Ze'er?"
"Why haven't I heard any news of Ze'er for this past month?"
Mo Huai'an's pupils trembled, and he remained silent. Seeing his demeanor, Huan Yan had already guessed the general situation.
She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, though her breath was still somewhat ragged, "He's gone... right?"
The man pursed his lips and closed his eyes tightly, "Yes... Ze'er, he, is gone..."
Huan Yan stumbled a few steps, her body swaying weakly.
She bit her lower lip, forcing back the collapse within her heart.
Although Huan Yan had had a vague premonition during the past month since she awoke, upon learning the truth, she was overwhelmed by an endless suffocation and profound sorrow.
...
Another half month passed, and Bai Ran's injuries had largely healed, allowing her to walk again.
"See, sister keeps her word, mother and father have come to see you."
Bai Ran squatted before the tombstone, removed yesterday's white chrysanthemum, and replaced it with a new one.
Huan Yan and Mo Huai'an stood behind her, their eyes reddening as they looked at the tombstone.
- Tomb of Bai Ze
Bai Ran took out a bowl of steaming spirit rabbit meat from the food box she had brought and placed it before the tombstone.
"Mother remembers you loved spirit rabbits the most, so she made a full bowl for you."
"Ze'er..." Huan Yan continuously wiped away tears, but they wouldn't stop flowing, even soaking a large patch of her sleeve.
Bai Ran managed a smile, "We are finally reunited..."
Only, separated by yin and yang, by life and death...
That day, the three of them stood before the tombstone for a long, long time, until the sun set and the moon rose, before they were willing to leave.
Three years quietly passed. On the first day after the mourning period ended, the dowry from the Demon Realm arrived at the Ghost Tribe.
"This, so much?" The elder looked at the more than ten rolls of paper, densely written with wedding gifts.
Qing Jun Bracelet, Huan You Grass Water, Fire Gold, Han Shen Silk, Ten Thousand Year Profound Iron...
Zhong Zi and the others stood stunned, feeling Long Jinhan was utterly absurd.
The elder sighed, "Alright, go arrange it."
The next day, red lanterns and red silk... were hung up one by one.