Chapter 607, The Most Important Thing to Yan Rouwan
Yan Rouwan really couldn’t hold it in anymore.
Sang Zhe’s unusual silence was driving her crazy.
She couldn’t figure out if Sang Zhe had realized she was pretending to be aloof or if he was genuinely disappointed in her and had given up on pursuing her.
Either way, she needed to confront him about it.
“Is it that you really find it annoying to be with me? You won’t even stay here for one night?”
Sang Zhe feigned innocence at Yan Rouwan’s question: “No, no, I’m just worried that Senior Sister Yan might be unhappy.”
“After all, the current Senior Sister Yan is an untainted, all-powerful being. Even if a tiny mortal like me wants a taste of that swan meat, I can’t be too clingy, right?”
Yan Rouwan frowned, feigning calmness: “I said I’m fine with it.”
“Well, even though Senior Sister Yan said that…”
Sang Zhe sighed dramatically: “What if I’m the one forcing Senior Sister Yan? Maybe you actually dislike being with me but feel awkward saying it in front of me. I should have some self-awareness, right?”
“When have I ever disliked—”
Yan Rouwan started to retort but swallowed her words.
Sang Zhe’s eyes lit up with a smile: “Oh? So you don’t dislike it? Could it be that Senior Sister Yan actually enjoys my company?”
“… It’s just okay.”
Yan Rouwan looked away dismissively: “Given my age, it doesn’t really matter who I’m with. It’s all just fleeting.”
Seeing that she didn’t bite, Sang Zhe shrugged it off.
Alright then.
Let’s see how long you can keep this up.
“Since that’s the case, there’s no need for Senior Sister Yan to specially cater to Little Ying’s feelings.”
Sang Zhe waved his hand: “She probably just has a playful moment; she won’t really blame the hotel owner. Don’t believe me? I’ll go talk to Little Ying right now.”
With that, he casually split open a crack and made to step through.
“Stop!”
Sang Zhe paused, his foot retreating.
As he turned, he saw a glimmer of annoyance and confusion in Yan Rouwan’s beautiful eyes.
“What’s wrong with you today? Why are you deliberately keeping your distance from me?”
“… Senior Sister Yan, don’t misunderstand. I thought you liked being solitary and distant, so I didn’t dare to intrude.”
“Then why were you so eager to pursue me before? Didn’t you swear you would catch me?”
“I swore to the previous version of Senior Sister Yan.”
Sang Zhe replied casually: “Back then, you liked me too, and we had mutual feelings but missed our chance.”
“And now that you’ve awakened your memories, you’re still Yan Rouwan. If the current you truly dislikes closeness, then I shouldn’t go against your wishes. It’s rude to stick a warm face against a cold butt, right?”
Yan Rouwan’s body shivered slightly, biting her lip: “Are you really planning to break your vow?”
“It was you who made the vow, Senior Sister. And now it’s you who doesn’t want to be close. This is entirely your own choice.”
Sang Zhe spoke calmly: “I am not breaking my vow; I’m simply following your wishes.”
Yan Rouwan’s body trembled a little.
She looked at Sang Zhe with a mixture of disappointment and melancholy.
Meanwhile, Sang Zhe continued casually: “Or is it that Senior Sister Yan doesn’t actually dislike me and secretly wants me by your side?”
He cast a sly glance at Yan Rouwan.
By his estimation, Yan Rouwan should be unable to hold her composure any longer.
However, to his surprise, she coldly stated:
“… You’re overthinking this.”
“I am the embodiment of rules, and I’m no longer your Senior Sister.”
“Everything you did suits me just fine. I don’t want to mess with humans; it allows me to enjoy my peace.”
Ignoring the dazed look on Sang Zhe’s face, Yan Rouwan shot him a frigid glance: “If you want to leave, then leave. I’ll leave too.”
“Abyss Realm doesn’t need me; I’m going back to where I belong.”
After saying that, she also opened a crack, preparing to leave.
“Wait!” This time, it was Sang Zhe who called out.
Yan Rouwan’s eyes flickered with a hint of joy, thinking he was about to beg her to stay, so she turned away coldly: “What else is there?”
“Since that’s the case…”
Sang Zhe slowly clasped his hands: “Please leave the Return Yan Sword behind.”
Yan Rouwan’s expression stiffened.
“With your all-powerful identity, a mere magic weapon shouldn’t catch your eye.”
“Since that’s the case, why not leave it as a souvenir for me?” Sang Zhe gazed nostalgically: “After all, it was a gift I gave to the original Senior Sister Yan.”
After a moment of silence, Yan Rouwan slowly raised her hand, the slender and warm Return Yan Sword resting quietly in her palm.
Sang Zhe approached it as if it were a treasure, stroking the blade gently, then sighed.
“… What a pity.”
“Let’s just think of everything that happened as a beautiful dream.”
With that, he reached for the Return Yan Sword.
However…
It didn’t budge.
Yan Rouwan’s hand was firmly gripping the sword.
Sang Zhe could even vaguely feel the threads of rule power entwined around the sword, as if she was desperately trying to prevent him from taking it.
“… Senior Sister Yan?”
Sang Zhe cautiously asked.
What startled him was that two lines of tears unexpectedly flowed down Yan Rouwan’s beautiful eyes, creating a stark contrast to her previously expressionless face. Her voice trembled, sounding like a little girl’s as she spoke.
“… No.”
“What?” The sound was so soft that Sang Zhe thought he misheard.
“I don’t want to give it back.”
“This is a gift from you to me.” She bit her lip tightly, as if she were about to burst into tears any moment.
Sang Zhe was silent for a moment before softly saying, “Senior Sister Yan—”
“I don’t care.”
When she looked at Sang Zhe again, all her pretenses were gone.
All that remained were her eyes, seemingly drenched by rain, pitifully clutching the last straw of hope.
“… It’s the most important thing to me.”
“I didn’t mean to distance myself from you; I was just saying things in anger.”
“Please don’t take it back, okay?”
Sang Zhe had never seen Yan Rouwan look so wronged.
Forget the fact that she had awakened her memories; even during the time they spent together, he had never seen her cry like this.
For a moment, he couldn’t help but lower his hand that was reaching for the sword and gently pulled her in for a hug.
This time, Yan Rouwan didn’t resist.
Instead, she buried her head deep in his embrace, crying even more freely.
“… I’m sorry.”
Sang Zhe whispered in her ear: “Actually, everything before was just Nian Nian’s provocation.”
“I never intended to break my vow. I never thought of taking back the Return Yan Sword.”
“But in a way, I should thank her.”
Otherwise…
Who knows how long it would have taken him to hear Yan Rouwan’s true feelings?
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