Chapter Six Hundred Fifty-Two: The So-Called Dream Talk
In the evening, Young Master Sang dragged his tired body into Zhang Xiaoying’s room.
Zhang Xiaoying was sitting in front of the bed. When Young Master Sang walked in, she seemed to catch a whiff of something and shot him a side-eye of mild disdain.
Young Master Sang: “…Uh. I was planning to take a shower to wash off the smell, but I didn’t expect time to be so tight…”
Zhang Xiaoying pouted but said nothing more.
“Come here.”
Young Master Sang obediently scooted over.
Zhang Xiaoying didn’t say a word; she just gently rested her head on his shoulder.
Her soft little hand seemed to crave touch as it slipped into Young Master Sang’s hand.
“What’s wrong?”
“…I’m sorry.”
Zhang Xiaoying whispered, “I didn’t mean to pry into my husband’s secrets.”
Secrets?
What secrets?
In an instant, Young Master Sang mentally reviewed all his little secrets lately.
Did she catch me sneaking a peek at the Communication Device, discovering I was privately reading Bai Ming’s updates on some steamy literature?
“This is something Senior Sister Yan asked me to give to you.”
Zhang Xiaoying softly said, “She said you’d know what it is once you received it.”
In her palm lay an ancient little round wheel.
Young Master Sang immediately halted his wild thoughts and fell into silence.
…Indeed. Even if Young Master Sang didn’t know what it was, the mask mode had automatically activated to start absorbing the power of the item.
“Time Wheel…” Young Master Sang slowly closed his eyes, feeling the mask mode’s new changes, “The ability to browse through time.”
“That’s pretty interesting. But what’s that got to do with an apology?”
“We… used it secretly behind your back.” Zhang Xiaoying lowered her head, feeling a bit guilty, “To take a little peek at your past.”
Young Master Sang was silent for a moment, then broke into a grin and ruffled his wife’s hair.
“Is that it? That’s not much of a secret.”
“Honestly, if you really wanted to know, I had no intention of hiding it.”
“I just didn’t mention it before because I didn’t want you guys to be upset over my past.”
“After all, in my last life,” Young Master Sang’s voice was filled with resignation, “I was indeed a bit unlucky.”
Zhang Xiaoying quietly lifted her head and looked at Young Master Sang.
Perhaps it was because he had come to terms with his past.
There wasn’t a trace of regret or pain on Young Master Sang’s face, even when mentioning it, he did so lightly, almost jokingly.
But Zhang Xiaoying had seen those moments.
She witnessed how he forced a smile to bid farewell to his colleagues and then quietly returned to an empty room, doubling over in pain from clutching his stomach.
She had seen him several times standing on the rooftop balcony, swaying in the wind, hesitating whether to step off with half a foot already dangling off the edge.
…If she were to ask herself.
The darkest time in Zhang Xiaoying’s life was when she was abandoned by her Water Moon Sect peers on the battlefield. And then she was fortunate to meet Young Master Sang.
She had never experienced such a dire situation. So she even felt unqualified to comfort Young Master Sang.
“Don’t think too much about it.”
Young Master Sang seemed to sense Zhang Xiaoying’s complicated feelings and couldn’t help but pull her into a tight embrace, planting a big kiss on her: “Isn’t my life right now happy enough? Why worry about the past?”
“You see, I’ve always followed a rule called ‘Luck Conservation.’”
“One person can’t be unlucky forever, nor can they be lucky all the time.”
“Before, I didn’t understand why I seemed to have the worst luck in my last life, never having a streak of good fortune.”
“But now I get it.”
“…All that bad luck must have been saved up for meeting my beloved little Ying wife.” He affectionately rubbed his face against hers.
To meet you.
It’s as if all the bad luck from the last life finally made sense.
Zhang Xiaoying saw him make a pouty face like a spoiled child and couldn’t help but feel both exasperated and amused, but ultimately she curled up in his embrace with a pang of tenderness.
“Don’t say that. It’s truly me who exhausted all my luck just to meet you, dear husband.”
“Indeed.” Young Master Sang nodded in agreement, “Both of us are pretty lucky.”
“So, is the atmosphere at this point?”
Zhang Xiaoying’s cheeks flushed, and she playfully shot him a glare: “Hong Yi hasn’t drained you dry yet.”
“Just kidding. How could a mighty young master like me be drained by a mere Xu Hongyi?”
Young Master Sang persisted, “You don’t know how she ended up crying and begging me to spare her on the bed.”
Zhang Xiaoying recalled Young Master Sang’s shaky legs when he first entered the room and couldn’t help but laugh silently.
“It seems only the Primordial Deities’ body can fully withstand my husband’s blessings. Looks like in the future when the sisters at home get bullied by you, they can just call Hong Yi for help.”
“…N-no way.” Young Master Sang suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
Zhang Xiaoying covered her mouth and chuckled, suddenly stretching her neck to peck Young Master Sang on the cheek, then expertly began to loosen his clothing, her outer garments gracefully sliding off.
Young Master Sang leaned in for a passionate kiss and casually pulled down the bed curtain.
…Zhang Xiaoying was particularly proactive and gentle today.
As if trying to make up for something to Young Master Sang.
By the time he was utterly exhausted, Young Master Sang leaned against her, his eyes closed in sleep. Zhang Xiaoying was still softly cradling his head, gently running her fingers through his hair.
In the darkness, her eyes held a tender gaze as they overflowed with love and affection.
She heard Young Master Sang mumble “Mommy” in a dreamy fashion.
She spent the entire night without sleeping, simply holding him quietly.
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“Are you saying your previous speculation might be true?”
In Bai Ming’s room, Yan Rouwan and Nian Nian sat across from Bai Ming, seemingly discussing something.
“Before it could only be called a speculation, but after seeing Young Master Sang’s past this time, I feel we can confirm it.”
Yan Rouwan softly said: “You know, from the moment the Primordial Deity created the world, the primordial chaos evolving into the universe began. Spiritual energy, as the carrier of primordial chaos, exists in every corner of the universe.”
“No matter which domain of the Primordial Deity is concerned, it’s impossible to say it exists without spiritual energy. After all, spiritual energy is the foundation of all creation.”
“But as we’ve seen, the world Young Master Sang lived in during his past life was completely devoid of spiritual energy.”
Bai Ming nodded in agreement: “In our world, there’s no such thing as cultivators or spiritual power; matter is the foundation of our world, and all scientific technology has been gradually explored and discovered by us humans.”
“Indeed…” Nian Nian pondered thoughtfully, “The foundation of that world can be said to be completely different from the world we’re in. This seems like more than just something that can be explained by different domains.”
“So it looks like we need to update this speculation.”
Yan Rouwan said seriously: “This mysterious world… is not just one unknown domain.”
“It’s likely a completely unknown universe.”
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