"Don't worry, I won't let you stay like this, believe me." She said solemnly, reaching out and grabbing Xuanyuan Si's hand. The temperature in her palm was no longer the same as before. It seemed that she was holding a pair of hands that had no warmth.
The dead hands were so cold that it made people’s hair stand on end.
Xuanyuan Si lowered his head and looked at the palm she held tightly, and smiled: "It's really boring. I finally mustered up the courage to commit suicide, but you made me shrink back again."
Yan Buhuan lowered his head: "Don't say such things again, death really won't solve the problem."
On the issue of death, no one has more say than her.
She is someone who truly died.
That time she almost couldn't wake up, but the master tried his best to save her. The first thing he said when she woke up was: "Master, why did you save me?"
At that time, Taipu Zhenren replied: "What is more important than living?"
Ants are still trying to survive, let alone humans?
"Xuanyuan Si, what is more important than living?" After he died, all he left to the world was a stone tablet to prove that he had been here.
"Then tell me, what's the point of living for a person like me?"
Yan Buhuan shook his head: "Besides not being able to hug the beautiful girl, you can do many things."
"But I just want to hug the beautiful girl -" Xuanyuan Si said with a stubbornness that refused to admit defeat, as if this was the real reason that prompted him to commit suicide.
Yan Buhuan bit his lip and looked apologetic: "I'm so sorry...for making you lose this qualification."
"Haha..." Xuanyuan Si laughed: "If it doesn't work, give me a hug. You can barely be considered a pretty girl."
"..."
The moonlight shone in through the hollow window lattice, and it was bright. Yan Buhuan sighed deeply and moved her body towards him. Xuanyuan Si still kept his arms open, and she snuggled closer.
At that moment, the surrounding people were silent and asked patiently.
"Huanhuan..."
"Um?"
"The hairpin on your head stuck in my mouth."
"..."
Yan Buhuan stood up from his arms angrily, and quickly touched her hair with her hands, but when she touched the black hair on one end, she suddenly remembered that she didn't bring her hairpin with her today.
A mischievous smile appeared on Xuanyuan Si's face. He retracted his arm and said lightly, "You are not as gentle as the beautiful lady, and the hug is not comfortable either."
For the first time, she felt that Xuanyuan Si was no longer the frivolous playboy in the past. His eyes could actually be serious, and his expression could actually be straight.
And behind his unintentional words, there was actually a strong sense of self-esteem.
He doesn't need mercy, let alone charity, so he has the right to dislike this hug.
"Your embrace is not very comfortable. It smells bad of medicine." Yan Buhuan held back the sadness in his heart and pretended to be disgusted.
This sentence caused Xuanyuan Si to cough and gasp. Yan Buhuan quickly went over to comfort him, but Xuanyuan Si raised his hand to block it.
"Don't worry, I just choked on my saliva."
"How could you choke?" She looked at him with a questioning look on her face.
Xuanyuan Si smiled to himself: "Because no beautiful lady would dislike my embrace being not comfortable enough."
Looking at him with complicated eyes, Yan Buhuan felt a sourness that he had never felt before.
This man is always like this. He never takes things seriously when he should be serious. Instead, he cares more about things than anyone else when he shouldn't be serious.
