Chapter 1928: Chapter 471: Samsara of Life and Death—Never Left
Yan Song’s heart was scorched by her tears, his body pressed heavily down, overwhelmed by her softness in his embrace. He let out a deep sigh, his large palm landing atop her head, his deep voice carrying endless tenderness.
"It’s me."
She clutched his clothes on his back with both hands, crying so woefully, "I must be dreaming, oh heavens, if this is a dream, don’t ever wake up...."
Yan Song’s heart was pierced with a pang of sorrow by her words, and he couldn’t help but hold her tightly, whispering gently by her ear.
"Don’t be afraid, Yun Ya, I will always be by your side."
The gentler he was, the sadder Yun Ya became. She had been feeling as if Brother Yan was right next to her recently, but how could that be? This place was heavily guarded, not even a mosquito could fly in here. How could Brother Yan possibly be here? She must have been longing for him, creating an illusion, now even her dreams were so vivid.
Even if it were a dream, she wanted to hold onto him tightly, "Brother Yan... Brother Yan...." She kept calling him, her lips unconsciously searching his face, as desperately as a starving little beast.
Yan Song pressed his lips against hers, endless passion, all the yearning, melted into this lingering kiss.
Tears rolled down Yun Ya’s face, yet she wore a smile, responding tenderly and fervently.
The two were like fish dying of thirst, only each other was the source of their water.
Moonlight pierced through the gauze curtains, casting beauty and romance over the bed.
No one knew how much time had passed, the temperature in the room reached an extreme height, and as both were on the brink of losing control, Yan Song was the first to come to his senses. Yun Ya’s ink-like long hair piled on the pillow like beautiful dark clouds. She opened her eyes wide, staring at the ceiling, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, everything was as beautiful as being in the clouds.
She cupped his face, examining it under the moonlight, her cool fingertips gliding over every brow, every eye—indeed it was him.
"Brother Yan, can you not leave?" she asked cautiously, afraid he might refuse.
He sighed inwardly, pecked at the corner of her mouth, and smiled, "I have always been by your side, never left."
She began to laugh, her eyes shining like morning flowers.
Her small hands tightly gripped the hem of his clothes, stubbornly saying, "Anyway, you promised me, don’t leave, or I will be angry and never speak to you again."
He raised a hand to stroke her nose, "Okay."
Laughing, she threw herself into his arms, and the two rolled around on the large bed, leaving traces of love in every corner of the luxurious bed.
The quiet night was cool, the silent moon eerie.
Yun Ya had a dreamy dream, this dream too vivid, too fragrant, as if being in paradise, like dwelling in the clouds.
So much so that when the sunlight fell on her face the next day, she opened her eyes and was still somewhat dazed.
She looked at her perfectly dressed self and the neatly covered sheets, a wave of loss and sorrow flooded her eyes like a tide.
So it was really a dream.
She raised her hand to rub her brow, wondering why she’s been having these kinds of colorful dreams lately? It seems she truly misses Brother Yan too much, longing day and night.
She propped herself up and sat up, closing her eyes, the entwining scenes in her dreams flashed through her mind briefly, making her heart tremble involuntarily.
She stepped barefoot on the floor, aimlessly looking around. But was it really a dream?
A slow smile curled at her lips, she raised a hand to rest on her chest.
I have always been by your side, never left.
The deep yet gentle voice echoed softly by her ear, as if from a distant horizon, yet seemed to possess endless strength, heavily etched in her heart, causing the quiet sea of her heart to surge with towering waves once again.
"Turns out you have always been by my side, never left."
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Lorde, with panda eyes, opened the door and walked out. Across the hall, Neo, who also stepped out, waved at him, smiling innocently.
"Young Master Lorde, morning."
Lorde kept a composed face, not even bothering to spare a glance. Neo, unperturbed, cheerfully said, "Seeing Young Master Lorde’s complexion, didn’t rest well last night, did you?"
With that, he placed a hand on Lorde’s shoulder, but Lorde deftly sidestepped, leaving Neo grasping at thin air.
Lorde coldly glanced at him, while Neo raised an eyebrow, sheepishly touched his nose.
Lorde left him with a cold back and turned to leave.
"With that freezing personality, what girl could endure it? Unless she has a tendency towards masochism...." Neo rolled his eyes, then sighed.
"Apparently young girls today like that kind of thing, heavy tastes... where could they find someone as charming as this gentleman here?"
The mysterious person left just a sentence yesterday before disappearing, claiming to come for his life by midnight; he stayed up all night, yet not a single sound was heard.
Lorde frowned deeply, was it all just to scare him?
Damn it... if he found out who was causing trouble in the shadows, he would make sure they met a miserable end.
Lorde secretly clenched his fist, a fleeting coldness in his eyes.
