As it turned out, the oldest legend had already played out in a corner where no one was watching...

Looking at the things he loved most in life, Shang Shujue already knew what was going on. His eyes began to redden, and his heart ached slightly. Song Yanqing, that fool...

" A-Jue, I've come to see you..."

Song Yanqing squatted down, placed the things in his hands on the ground, and gently rested his head against the tombstone, his voice low and hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

"I'm so sorry it took me so long to come see you. Are you lonely all alone over there? I've been thinking about this for a long time now..."

At this point, Song Yanqing seemed unable to hold back his tears any longer. He gently touched the photo on the tombstone, as if afraid of breaking it.

"... I still can't live a good life in this world alone. I know I'm selfish... but I have no other choice..."

" A-Jue, you left so suddenly, without leaving any room for negotiation... I didn't even have a chance to tell you my secret..."

"I didn't even have a chance to tell you that I've loved you for twenty years... How could you leave like this?"

Song Yanqing spoke at the tombstone, telling him that he had been attracted to her for a long time before his first confession, but he was still young then...

He was a coward, too afraid to take that step. Later, he started to hate him, and he lost the right to get close. They missed out on so much...

Shang Shujue listened to his passionate declaration of love to his heart's content. He wanted to embrace him, but he couldn't touch him. He could only watch him helplessly, and after venting all his love, he committed suicide in front of his tombstone.

At this moment, Song Yanqing's possessiveness and separation anxiety, which he often unintentionally revealed, became reasonably explained, and his tendency to cry and be clingy also found a reason.

Shang Shujue was jolted back to reality by the memory images. He wanted to look at other memories, but suddenly felt dizzy and couldn't see his surroundings clearly anymore. Finally, he passed out, leaving only an empty and painful void...

"No! Song Yanqing!"

Shang Shujue awoke from his hazy dream with a start. His cry woke Song Yanqing, who was beside him. He instinctively pulled his lover into his arms and noticed that he was trembling. He tenderly kissed his forehead and patted his back.

" A-Jue, I'm here, I'm right beside you. Are you having a nightmare? Why are you shaking? Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't trust dreams. I'm here, I'm here..."

Shang Shujue smelled Song Yanqing's scent, listened to his energetic words, and felt his warm body temperature. It took her a long time to realize that she was no longer in that world, and Song Yanqing was no longer in that world either.

but...

"Smack!"

" Song Yanqing, you bastard!"

Shang Shujue slapped Song Yanqing across the cheek, then rolled over and pinned him down. His eyes were wet, and his chest heaved; he was clearly furious.

"Now tell me honestly, how exactly did you die in that world? (♯▼皿▼)"

Song Yanqing was a little dazed by his wife's slap, but it didn't hurt at all. Instead, he could smell the sweet fragrance of the skin cream on her hand. However, the question his wife asked, coupled with his expression and emotions, instantly made him realize that something was wrong.

"Did the baby find out something?"

Song Yanqing was silent for a while before asking him a question. He didn't speak, but seemed even angrier, so he reached out and pulled the aggressive man down into a hug.

"I'm sorry, baby, you still found out in the end. Don't get upset and hurt yourself. I really am a jerk, but I really can't live without you."

"I've tried, but I found I had absolutely no motivation, I couldn't live a good life, and I was just causing my parents unnecessary worry, so I..."

"You bastard! So you went to the grave and killed yourself, huh?! Damn it! Do you know how painful it was for me to see you covered in blood?! Idiot! Bastard! I really want to punch you!"

Before Song Yanqing could finish speaking, Shang Shujue couldn't help but tearfully scold him, her eyes filled with both anger and heartache, her fingers trembling with rage.

Song Yanqing couldn't bear it. He rolled over and kissed him on the lips, his voice hoarse as he whispered, "Baby, you can hit me later. Right now, I just want to serve you. You know how many years I've missed you."

"Damn it! You bastard! Don't you even know what moderation is?!"

"I don't understand, I want to stick to you like glue!"

"Damn it! We haven't settled the score yet... Ugh!"

"We'll calculate it later..."

"Grass~"

Shang Shujue, who had tears welling up in her eyes many times in her dreams, continued to have tears welling up in her eyes after waking up. The tears, both psychological and physical, all came from the same person.

Afterwards, Song Yanqing was ordered not to enter the master bedroom for a week. He felt like the sky had fallen, but it was too late. Shang Shujue had a strong temper, and once she got serious, she could really drive him crazy unless he figured it out himself.

"Baby, I was really wrong. Please talk to me, okay? Don't stay silent. I promise you, I'll never do anything like that again."

"It hurt so much back then, I absolutely will never do it again, you believe me! Can I come into the master bedroom? I can't sleep without holding you, baby! A-Jue! My dear wife~"

" A-Jue... punishment is punishment, but can you please not punish yourself? You're in a bad mood, and I get anxious too. When I'm anxious, I tend to make mistakes, and when I make mistakes..."

Shang Shujue had never thought Song Yanqing was so talkative. On the very first night, this bastard knocked on his door dozens of times, and when he didn't open it, he would chant sutras outside, rambling on about things he had never said in his past life.

Even if Shang Shujue had a terrible temper, it was all melted by this. However, he still wouldn't open the door. If Song Yanqing had the ability to come in by himself, he would forgive him.

As it turned out, Song Yanqing really went to great lengths to sleep in the same bed with Shang Shujue. Just as Shang Shujue was falling asleep to the sound of Song Yanqing's monologue, the locked door clicked open, and he instantly woke up.

"Baby, I'm here!"

"... Damn! When did you learn to pick locks with a wire?"

"Learning it on the spot!"

"..."

Shang Shujue was pounced on by Song Yanqing, who hugged him tightly and even tied his hands and feet, as if afraid that he would be kicked off the bed.

"Loosen your grip a little, you're having trouble breathing. I won't kick you out, but you have to promise me you'll never do that kind of thing again, understand?"

Shang Shujue was also defeated by him. Looking at the other party's pitiful appearance, he finally gave in. Song Yanqing rubbed against his neck and answered him after a long while.

"Then you must live well. I can't bear to leave you like this. If you leave, there's no point in me living. I'd rather go with you."

"You..."

Upon hearing Song Yanqing's words, Shang Shujue turned to look at him and said only one word before falling silent. He had touched upon a certain stubbornness in Song Yanqing's character, and he couldn't persuade him otherwise.

"Fine, I'll live well, and you live well too, you hear me?"

"Yes, I heard you!"

Song Yanqing hugged Shang Shujue, affectionately nuzzling his neck, his voice sweet and cloying, making Shang Shujue feel both helpless and amused.

That's more like it.

Oh well, what can he do when he loves him?