What Would He Be Like When He Returned?

He knew what Zhou Heng was angry about.

He lacked trust and couldn't accept others avenging him.

He understood all of this.

However, this is the best method.

I came into this world alone, I bear everything alone, and I solve everything alone.

I have always done it this way, and I will continue to do it in the future.

There's nothing wrong with that.

But at that moment, Zhou Heng's look from just now suddenly flashed into his mind.

So disappointing.

"You were too harsh."

Qin Wangchuan sighed softly, his gaze falling on the direction where Zhou Heng had disappeared.

Youthful spirit is the most precious quality.

Dusk crept in from both ends of the alley, swallowing up the last vestiges of light.

In the distance, in the shadows around the corner, Qin Zhaoer leaned against the wall with her head down.

I don't know when she arrived, or how long she's been standing there.

They just listened quietly without making a sound.

'Do you want to bear it all alone again?'

He has always been outstanding, never needing anyone's interference or advice, and always making the right decisions.

Qin Zhaoer knew this.

So even if they know something, they'll just observe.

After all, she knew herself; interfering would only make things worse.

Just look at it.

Looking at...

Looking at...

Such a great opportunity, should we continue to wait and see?

The thought exploded out of nowhere, like something shoving her hard from behind.

Qin Zhaoer suddenly raised her head.

Without hesitation, without pause.

He broke free of his concealment and strode out.

Her clothes fluttered in the wind, her footsteps pounded the ground, each step heavier than the last.

She went straight up to Qin Wangchuan, stretched out a finger, and poked it directly into his chest.

"Heavy? What's so heavy about it!"

The sound was shrill.

Why do you care what those trashy people think?!

"Are you worried about me?"

Qin Wangchuan looked at her, suddenly chuckled, and then shook his head:

"A person is a person; there's no such thing as a 'trash person'."

"Ugh, here we go again!"

Qin Zhaoer stamped her foot. "Do you know what your weakness is?"

"The divinity is too high!"

"Divinity...?" Qin Wangchuan murmured upon hearing this.

Think about it carefully.

Having transmigrated from an ordinary world, he bypassed all the steps and stood directly at the pinnacle of this world.

Looking down upon all living beings, one can reach heights that mortals could never attain in a lifetime with a mere gesture.

Isn't this a form of becoming a god?

They can neither look down on anyone with a superior gaze, nor look up at anyone from a lowly position.

There's no looking up, no looking down; everyone is the same.

Divinity takes root quietly from birth.

Qin Zhaoer was stunned when she saw that he didn't refute her. She shook her finger and then withdrew it.

"You... you're not really reflecting on your actions, are you?"

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qin Zhaoer became anxious and quickly waved her hand. "I wasn't scolding you!"

"What I'm trying to say is—you see, sometimes it's good to be spontaneous, bold, and unrestrained; you don't have to keep everything bottled up inside."

"You can tell me anything, I'll always be here for you."

She rambled on and on, her words incoherent and unclear, clearly indicating she had never offered any comfort before.

That's true. The little devil of the Qin Clan has always been the one being pampered; she's never the one doing the pampering.

This is probably the first time.

Thinking about this, Qin Wangchuan felt inexplicably relaxed, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile.

Having lived two lives, how could he be swayed by a few words?

He raised his hand and ruffled Qin Zhaoer's hair, his voice softening.

"It's time to go home."

Qin Zhaoer opened her mouth, but in the end she just nodded.

The twilight in the alley was already quite deep, and the two shadows were stretched long, one in front of the other, overlapping and then separating.

Nothing seemed to have changed, but Qin Zhaoer was standing a little closer to Qin Wangchuan.

So close that when the wind blows in from the alley entrance, her sleeve brushes against the back of his hand.

Qin Wangchuan noticed this but remained silent.

Qin Zhaoer lowered her head, staring at the less than half-foot distance between them, her heart pounding like a drum.

After countless times encouraging herself, she finally took a half step back.

It's only half a step.

He lowered his head, his gaze fixed on Qin Wangchuan's drooping left hand.

His fingers clenched and unclenched, then loosened and clenched again.

Then, pretending to be completely natural, she reached out and pulled him up.

Five fingers carefully slipped between his fingers, palm to palm, warm and slightly trembling.

Qin Wangchuan paused, glancing down at the scene.

He lifted his left hand, intending to let go.

But Qin Zhaoer held on tightly, her knuckles turning white, as if afraid he would run away.

"What are you doing?"

Qin Zhaoer turned her face away, staring at the road ahead, her ears burning red as if they were about to bleed, but her voice remained calm. "Is there anything wrong with a sister holding her brother's hand?"

Of course not.

Qin Wangchuan thought to himself, but remembering what Qin Zhaoer had just said about divinity, he lowered his raised hand again.

Relax a little.

Relax a little more.

Even if it's just here, let's enjoy it for a while.

Seeing that he didn't break free, Qin Zhaoer finally relaxed, and the tension in her heart finally eased. The corners of her mouth curved up little by little, which she couldn't suppress.

Although they are not actually siblings, they have called each other that for many years.

In other words, he doesn't object.

The resentment that had been in my heart for so long disappeared.

She pressed herself against him, her shoulder against his arm, her hair brushing against his collar.

Qin Wangchuan glanced at her sideways.

"Have a problem? Keep it to yourself!"

Qin Zhaoer said confidently, but she couldn't hide the laughter in her voice.

The two walked side by side in the alley, as dusk seeped down from the eaves.

Qin Zhaoer's mouth hadn't closed since that moment, as if words that had been bottled up for too long had finally found an outlet and poured out all at once.

Do you know how much of a womanizer you are?

She glanced at him sideways, her tone tinged with sourness, "So many people ask me about you, one every few days, it's so annoying."

Qin Wangchuan didn't speak, so she continued.

"Those bitches, they pretend to be harmless on the surface, speaking softly and smiling whenever they see you, but they're full of dirty tricks behind your back! Do you really think they care about you?"

"It's all because of you..."

She suddenly stopped mid-sentence and quickly turned her face away.

"... He's that kind of person anyway."

He clearly said, "You can tell me anything."

Instead, she opened up first, pouring out everything she had been holding back for so long.

When he got excited, he even raised his hands and gestured, his sleeves flapping loudly, just like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Qin Wangchuan understood perfectly well, but he didn't interrupt; he simply listened quietly.

He would occasionally hum in agreement, occasionally glance at her sideways, and always have a faint smile on his lips.

Divinity or reason, it may be.

This is him.

As Qin Zhaoer spoke, her voice gradually lowered, eventually turning into a soft murmur.

"... Say something!"

"I'm listening."

"Just listening?"

"Not enough?"

Qin Zhaoer glared at him, but halfway through, she couldn't hold back and burst out laughing. She quickly pursed her lips and turned her face away.

That's enough.