Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

Outside the gate, there was not the usual palace scene, but a courtyard gently surrounded by chaotic air currents.

The misty air seemed to possess a spirit, swirling around and reflecting off the enormous hibiscus tree in the center of the courtyard.

The hibiscus tree's branches are gnarled and twisted like a coiled dragon, and its leaves are a fiery red, as if burning. At this moment, it is in full bloom, with flowers blooming in profusion, layer upon layer, like the most magnificent sunset falling to earth, or an eternally burning inextinguishable flame, dyeing the surrounding chaotic energy with a warm halo.

This vibrant and intense scene instantly shattered Nan Xiang's memory barriers, pulling her back to the starting point of that long journey—the end of her ninety-ninth quick transmigration.

In that lifetime, she stood atop the prayer tree, atop a sea of ​​red, attracting the attention of thousands. Across the bustling crowd and countless lights, she gazed at the tall and slender "Luo Lingchen," also dressed in red, below the tree.

At that moment, her smile was radiant, like a hibiscus in full bloom; he looked up and gazed at her, his tenderness captivating.

That one glance pierced through the vast mortal world, silenced the clamor of the world, and reached the deepest part of each other's souls. It was an undeniable "one glance that lasts a thousand years" after ninety-eight lifetimes of trials and tribulations.

And at this moment, the trajectories of fate miraculously overlapped.

Beneath this hibiscus tree, which seemed to embody all the fervent prayers and perfect endings of the ninety-ninth generation, a tall, slender figure, so familiar it was etched into his very bones, stood quietly waiting.

He wore a deep purple robe that complemented the crimson dress she wore. The fabric was no ordinary material; its dark patterns flowed like water, and upon closer inspection, they revealed miniature scenes of the birth and death of stars and the cycle of the universe—mysterious and extraordinary.

The sleeves and hem of his robe were embroidered with mysterious, dark blue runes in deeper silk thread, perfectly echoing his long, flowing hair that transitioned from jet black at the roots to a deep blue at the tips.

His long hair was not tied up, but simply let loose, which made his face even more handsome. The pair of exquisite dark purple tassel hair ornaments by his ears swayed gently with his soft breathing, adding a touch of innate nobility and mystery.

He simply stood there, yet his body naturally exuded an aura of destruction and nothingness that belonged to the very source of the Sea of ​​Sin, calm yet powerful, as if he were the deepest and most tranquil embodiment of the entire Chaos Land, unchanged for eternity.

However, all this coldness and alienation melted away when the door slammed shut.

The moment he looked up, all the coldness and loneliness in his shimmering purple eyes, which had once held the vortex of galaxies and the chill of the universe, vanished, replaced by a tender gentleness that could melt ten thousand years of ice into spring water. Clearly and completely, it reflected the vibrant and bright crimson figure rushing towards him.

"Anan,"

He spoke, his voice, compared to the cool tone of the boy in the dream, possessing a deeper, more magnetic quality, mellowed by the passage of time. Each syllable seemed to carry a resolute determination that transcended endless mountains and seas, and pierced the barriers of reincarnation, along with a longing that penetrated to the very marrow of his bones.

"I am coming."

These three simple words, like a unique key, precisely unlocked the shaky door to Nanxiang's heart called "restraint."

All the composure I told myself upon waking, all the calmness I had anticipated in the face of reunion, collapsed and crumbled at this moment.

She could no longer suppress the overwhelming joy and longing in her heart, and a smile instantly bloomed on her face that was even brighter and more vivid than the hibiscus flowers in front of her.

Like a fledgling swallow finally finding its way home, or an arrow released from a bow, she lifted her skirt without hesitation and ran towards the person under the tree.

Her crimson robes fluttered and danced behind her, tracing joyful and impatient arcs, much like leaping flames.

As he watched her run towards him without reservation, the faint yet genuine smile on Su Chen's lips deepened silently, like a frozen river thawing and spring returning to the earth.

He opened his arms as naturally as possible, a gesture he had waited so long to make, just to embrace her.

The next instant, the girl, with her sweet scent, slightly cool fingertips, and even the slightly rapid breathing after running, accurately and heavily crashed into his arms. He caught her firmly in his already prepared, strong arms, and then held her tightly, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones and never be separated from her again.

His embrace carried the unique coolness of the Sinful Sea, like jade, yet it also possessed an unmistakable warmth emanating from the deepest part of his soul, burning solely for her. These two distinct temperatures intertwined around her.

Nan Xiang buried her slightly flushed cheeks in his firm chest, the steady and powerful heartbeat in her ears, and the clear and familiar scent of his body, a unique blend of starlight's desolation and the rebirth of nothingness, lingering around her nose.

My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, filled with excitement and elation, was strangely and completely calmed down at this moment.

Just like when we first met.

Whether it was in that desolate and lifeless land of the Sea of ​​Sin, in front of the dark blue stone, the little girl curiously touched the stone wall and was completely enveloped by that vast yet gentle torrent of will;

At the end of the ninety-nine reincarnations, which is also the starting point of all the quick transmigration missions, under the blessing tree, across the sea of ​​people, she looked into his eyes. That one glance pierced through the barriers of time and space, awakened the oldest memory of her soul, and confirmed the unchanging bond of ten thousand years.

No matter how many twists and turns or how many changes fate may take, its ultimate and eternal core always points to this moment—he opens his arms, she rushes to him, they embrace tightly, and there is no more separation.

“Su Chen…”

Nan Xiang called out softly in his arms, her voice slightly nasal, and her arms around his lean waist tightened unconsciously, as if afraid that this was just a beautiful dream.

"Ah."

Su Chen responded softly, her voice unusually tender.

He gently rested his chin on the top of her head, which exuded a faint fragrance, feeling the real and soft touch of her that he had regained. His purple eyes closed contentedly, and when they opened again, they were almost overflowing with the preciousness of regaining what he had lost, and with an unfathomable and intense emotion that belonged only to her.

"I see it, the deep purple and blue acacia lotus, blooming beautifully."

His gaze gently swept over the antique hairpin in her hair, his eyes growing increasingly tender.

"I always wear the Yan Nan hairpin."

Nan Xiang lifted her head from his embrace, her eyes sparkling as if filled with shattered stars, clearly expressing her desire to share all her joy with him.

"I knew it! It would open! When we come back, when you come!"

Her tone was cheerful, with a hint of pride.

She paused, then raised her hand, her fingertips gently touching the inkstone hairpin in her hair, her tone unconsciously softening.

"The hairpin... and everything you gave me, I have always cherished them."

Before she finished speaking, a faint light flashed in her empty palm, and a long sword with a golden-red luster appeared out of thin air.

The sword's lines were beautiful and smooth. As soon as it appeared, it emitted a clear and melodious phoenix cry. Its sword intent was awe-inspiring, yet it was perfectly integrated with her aura—it was the Phoenix Cry Sword.

That was in their first life. He, named Feng Chenyu, forged a token of love for her using his own phoenix bones, which also served as a protective weapon.

Su Chen's gaze fell on the sword, the tenderness in his eyes not diminishing, but rather deepening:

"It can protect you, that's good."

His tone carried a sense of relief mixed with an indescribable, complex emotion, as if he were watching a part of himself protecting her.

With a thought, Nan Xiang sheathed the Phoenix Cry Sword. Then, as if by magic, she produced a thin, intricately woven red silk thread from somewhere, the red color matching her dress perfectly.

She took Su Chen's hand and, with gentle yet firm movements, carefully wrapped the red rope around his pale wrist.

That bright red stood out starkly against his deep purple sleeves and pale skin, like a silent declaration and a tether.

Su Chen's heart was completely softened by her series of subconscious, trusting, and affectionate actions.

He turned and completely enveloped her slightly cool little hand in his warm palm, his fingertips intertwining with her slender fingers. His purple eyes smiled, his gaze like the most tender silk threads, locking her firmly in his grasp.

"No rush, Anan,"

His voice was deep and patient.

"They have waited for ten thousand years, so a little longer won't make a difference. We have plenty of time."

His gaze, like the gentlest brushstrokes, meticulously traced her features, from her smooth, full forehead to her bright, clear eyes, then to the tip of her pert nose, and finally, lingering on her alluring pink lips, flushed with excitement and shyness.

Ten thousand years of separation, ninety-nine lifetimes of silent protection and long waiting—countless words and emotions are stuck in their throats and surging in their hearts. Yet, in this moment of real embrace and almost greedy eye contact, they feel that everything is self-evident.

"You're awake, that's good."

He finally spoke very softly, as if sighing, yet also as making the most solemn declaration.

He raised his other hand, his fingertips carrying a hint of the coolness of the Sea of ​​Sin, yet he gently and tenderly brushed across the ice-blue snowflake mark on her forehead, a mark imbued with endless chaotic Daoist principles.

The mark seemed to come alive under his touch, shimmering with a joyful, resonant light.

Nan Xiang felt the unique warmth and touch from his fingertips, her heart burning. Countless images from countless reincarnations flashed through her mind, finally settling on the deepest part of the Sea of ​​Sin, the moment when the purple-eyed boy said to her parents, "I have a way to help her overcome her cursed body," a moment that determined the course of their fates.

An emotion mingled with boundless gratitude, deep love, and an indescribable impulse seized her.

She suddenly tiptoed, tilted her head back, and placed a soft, quick kiss on his cool, beautifully shaped lips.

Like a butterfly flitting across a newly blossoming flower, like a dragonfly lightly touching the surface of a calm lake, the touch is fleeting.

This caused Su Chen's entire body to stiffen instantly, and a monstrous wave suddenly surged in his purple eyes, churning within them a scalding and intense emotion that had been suppressed for millennia and was about to break free from all restraints.

After the kiss, Nan Xiang belatedly realized that her cheeks were flushed, as if painted with the most vibrant rouge. She forced herself to remain calm, striving to maintain her smiling eyes, a hint of slyness and feigned confidence in her gaze as she met his suddenly deep eyes:

"This is a reward! A reward for you... unchanging for eternity, arriving as scheduled."

Su Chen stared at her intently, the turbulent waves in his eyes not subsiding, but instead settling and coalescing deep within, transforming into a more profound, dangerous, and alluring undercurrent.

He chuckled softly, a magnetic, husky laugh that seemed to hook into Nan Xiang's eardrums, sending a shiver down her spine and making her heart race wildly.

"Just... a reward?"

He leaned down slightly, getting closer to her, and their breaths instantly intertwined, becoming one.

Those deep purple eyes that were locked onto her were as unfathomable as an abyss, clearly reflecting her somewhat flickering, yet determined gaze.

“Anan, what we have waited for for ten thousand years is not just that flower, that hairpin, this sword, or this red rope.”

His voice was low, carrying an irresistible allure and a hint of long-suppressed accusation that was impossible to deny.

Nan Xiang's cheeks flushed even redder, almost burning, but she still refused to show weakness in front of him. Facing his piercing gaze, which seemed to devour her, she steeled herself and retorted in an increasingly defiant tone:

"Then...then what else do you want? I...I even kissed you first!"

Seeing her charming yet desperately trying-to-hold-up appearance, the last thread of "restraint" in Su Chen's eyes finally snapped.

He sighed almost inaudibly, a sigh filled with endless doting on her, and a kind of resigned acceptance of "being defeated by her."

"What do I want?"

He repeated her question, the tenderness in his purple eyes almost drowning out all the starlight around him.

"I think... like this."

Before he could finish speaking, he lowered his head and precisely captured her soft lips, which were still slightly parted, trying to "argue their case."

Unlike her previous light, tentative, and shy touch, this kiss carried an undeniable strength and a deep longing accumulated over millennia. Like a flood that had finally burst its banks, it was gentle yet irresistibly probing and lingering, as if it wanted to make up for all the lonely years of separation through this kiss, and to completely and whole again re-integrate and fill the part of each other's souls that had been missing for millennia.

Nan Xiang was overwhelmed by his sudden surge of intense emotions. At first, she was slightly taken aback, but then she obediently, even with the same longing, closed her eyes. Her long eyelashes trembled gently like the wings of a startled butterfly. In the end, she was completely intoxicated by this kiss that had been long overdue for thousands of years and symbolized true fulfillment and rebirth.

The hibiscus flowers are still in full bloom, and a few soft petals drift down quietly, lingering around the two people embracing and kissing, as if still silently telling the story of the prayers and gazes in the sea of ​​people in the ninety-ninth generation, and bearing the most splendid witness to this moment of eternity.

The chaotic energy flowed gently around them, and before Mu Nangong, time seemed to willingly stop and freeze at this moment.

After countless cycles of reincarnation, the calamity will eventually be overcome.

When the acacia flowers bloom, my beloved returns in my dreams.

Each lifetime of being together is the beginning of a journey towards eternity.

From then on, through the long years and the boundless universe, they will eventually join hands and witness every dawn and dusk, until the end of time and space.

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