Back underground, Wang Xiaomie leaned against a big tree, feeling low, indeed a bit sentimental.
The heart felt strangely stifled.
Reason and emotion, the two small figures, were quarreling.
Little White said: Does he just simply like me? Or does he like me as the reincarnation of Wenfengjin?
Little Black said: Isn't this nonsense? The answer is obvious, what are you, he has long been obsessed with his senior brother Wenfengjin, not you, Wang Xiaomie!
Little White, pitifully: But Wenfengjin is also me, I am also Wenfengjin... It's as if I'm a substitute.
Little Black rolled his eyes: Hehe, can that be the same? Even if you are, have you experienced that passionate love of his? Can you endure it?
Wenfengjin sees memories through you, not the present...
A sentence was like a sharp knife piercing Wang Xiaomie's chest, with extra barbs, causing it to be bloody when pulled out.
Little White, unwillingly: But Wenfengjin is always so gentle and smiles at us. And usually his gaze is so tender.
Little Black sneered: Wenfengjin? Why do you speak so intimately? Have you seen so much of the warmth of human relationships that you're used to playing dumb? Haven't you noticed the kind of person he should be, fierce and gloomy? He smiles? It's all an act, do you not see that? His fake smile is much worse than that of your relatives, he may turn his face to a look of disdain at any time, fool!
Little White burst into tears, and Little Black triumphantly dominated.
Leaning against the peach tree, Wang Xiaomie smiled bitterly and lowered his eyes...
Who said that people who often smile foolishly won't feel hurt when hurt? Who said that an optimistic person will always be able to stay strong after a loss?
Nonsense, I'm clearly so tormented...
"What's wrong, Wenfengjin, are you feeling unwell?" An excessively delicate and handsome face leaned over, a hot red mark at the center of the brow startled Wang Xiaomie.
Looking at Wenfengjin's worried gaze and his furrowed brow, Wang Xiaomie instinctively said, "Ah, it's nothing."
I'm just a bit heartbroken and want to cry and maybe hang myself, you don’t have to care about me, phony smile.
Wang Xiaomie said insincerely in his heart.
"How could it be nothing, Wenfengjin, what's wrong? You look like you're about to cry..." Wenfengjin held his hand, took a step closer, and then gently and lovingly kissed Wang Xiaomie's forehead.
"Is there something I shouldn't know?" He suddenly paused, his voice lower, "Wenfengjin, have you remembered something again?"
Wang Xiaomie looked at the deep love in his eyes, almost overflowing, and shook his head, holding his hand in concern, "I don't remember anything."
"Really? It's okay, you don't need to worry. And even memories can be misremembered sometimes. If you remember something, you must tell me, okay?" Wen Fengjin said with a faint smile.
"I know..."
Wang Xiaomie felt strange, not understanding why Wen Fengjin's attitude towards his memory recovery was so contradictory, as if he was happy, yet cautious about something.
Looking at his smile, Wang Xiaomie inexplicably felt irritated, as if the expression on the face was like a plaster cast, giving him a feeling that the real Wen Fengjin was not like this, not so gentle and careful, always seeming to have no temper...
Unintentionally, Wang Xiaomie said, "Stop smiling, your smile is so fake..."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted it, especially when Wen Fengjin's eyes widened instantly and his smile became stiff, which startled Wang Xiaomie.
The two fell into silence, a stifling atmosphere making it hard to breathe. Wen Fengjin lowered his head, making it difficult for Wang Xiaomie to see his expression...
He seemed quite upset...
Oh no! What on earth is wrong with me?
Wang Xiaomie quickly apologized, "Sorry... uh, I don't know what happened to my brain. Don't take it seriously..." Then he quickly changed the subject, saying loudly, "Oh right! What about the strand of hair we had earlier? Didn't we lose it?"
Wen Fengjin raised his head, his smile faint, his eyes deep and indifferent, sending shivers down Wang Xiaomie's spine.
Suddenly, he spoke lively, "Senior brother, don't be afraid, today is a good day for us. How could I be mad at you?"
"..." Can you retract those fangs before saying that?
He says he's not mad, but as soon as he gets mad, he calls me senior brother. Wang Xiaomie grumbled in his heart.
"I put the thing in the box inside the coffin, that box holds my most cherished possession." When mentioning the box, the expression of the big shot eased for a moment.
The most precious thing... Wang Xiaomie's eyes lit up.
He said, "Senior brother, do you want to see?"
Wang Xiaomie: "Um, I kind of want to see..."
He smiled and nodded, "Well, I won't show you."
Wang Xiaomie: "..."
Dude, are you holding a grudge? Do you know you're keeping a personal treasury? If I catch you, you'll be kneeling on a washboard!
Don't you know it's the wife who manages the money? Right after all the talk about growing old together, you go hide money. Sob, sob, you heartless big dumpling, hetui!
After enough laughing, Wen Fengjin went to fetch water to help Wang Xiaomie wash his hands and face and even washed his feet, returning to his good-man appearance, holding the slender foot in his broad palm and massaging it, but he let go when Wang Xiaomie shrank away, feeling ticklish.
"Go to sleep, I'll be by your side."
With his own preparations in order, Wen Fengjin's gaze softened as he and Wang Xiaomie lay in the coffin, with the box containing the 'most cherished' treasure placed on Wen Fengjin's side of the pillow.
There was not much entertainment in the tomb, and coupled with Wang Xiaomie's constant drowsiness, they spent their days sleeping in the coffin.
When embraced in a bittersweet fragrance, Wang Xiaomie couldn't help but think humorously, whose embrace is this for? Maybe it's for me after all.
When Wang Xiaomie fell asleep, in the coffin emanating a pearly light, Wen Fengjin slowly opened his eyes, sitting up, and positioned himself over Wang Xiaomie, biting his wrist and offering it to the sleeping man who instinctively swallowed the blood.
After a while, Wen Fengjin withdrew his wrist, brushed the beloved's face, using his eyes to lovingly trace kisses on his skin, nose, and forehead, cherishingly using his thumb to brush against his lips.
As if pulling off a fake smile, his expression turned cold and stern, but his eyes were tender and real, devoid of the previous hypocrisy, transforming from the fallen Demon Lord into an Immortal near the Jade Pool.
Cold and ruthless, yet eternally infatuated with someone – this was the real Wen Fengjin.
"Senior brother, did you remember something today?" His voice was always upbeat when with Wang Xiaomie, trying to exude a sense of happiness, but due to his own disposition, he turned rather sinister, like a deranged clown, causing people to feel creeped out.
Now, alone, Wen Fengjin's voice was hoarse and low, spoken at a steady pace, truly captivating.
After asking, 'Wang Xiaomie', who should have been fast asleep, instantly opened his eyes, his bloodshot pupils staring blankly upwards, saying each word slowly, "No... thing."
"Why are you not happy today, Senior brother? What are you hiding from me?"
"I'm worried that the person you like is the dormant lamp."
"I think the person you like is Wang Xiaomie..."
Wen Fengjin shook his head. "No, you're wrong. I've always liked you. Senior brother, you don't understand. It's not because of the dormant lamp that I have you, but because I have you, that I have the dormant lamp, whom I love the most."
"I've always loved you..."
But I've told too many lies and done things I couldn't tell you, so I want to become the kind of person you like with all my might, so that you can't leave me first...
"By the way," Wen Fengjin put his hand on his own face with a weird expression, "Is my smile really fake?"
"Fake."
"But senior brother, didn't you say you like people who smile often... you liar..." Wen Fengjin's lips slightly curved, brushing his hand over Wang Xiaomie's face and covering his red eyes with the palm.
"Sleep well, senior brother. I'm truly happy today."
Wen Fengjin lay beside him, placing his hand on his chest, and slowly closed his eyes.