However, this world is not without regrets. It’s just that he and I are the white and black stones on the chessboard. The fate is never determined by us, but depends on the chess player who arranges the game.

At that time, I never thought about why Heavenly Father didn’t take me back to the palace. I also didn’t know that Xuan Ming had already suspected this matter, but he hadn’t explained it yet. This incident also indirectly caused me to be very suspicious of him later, but he was alone

I endured all the pain until a catastrophe occurred, and then I woke up and regretted it.

But we were very good at that time, and it was common to sleep on the same bed. The maids in Ming Palace rarely asked about Xuan Ming's daily life. They mostly asked me what I still lacked, what I wanted, what I liked, and so on.

I remember one day, I don’t know which immortal made a big mistake, and three thunders fell from the immortal world, splitting the night sky of the underworld into a pale white light. I was so scared that I couldn’t sleep in the middle of the night, so I touched Xuan Ming’s hand.

On the soft couch, I thought he was asleep, but he naturally opened his arms and hugged me, and then covered my ears.

In the night, his eyes were as black as splashed ink, so heavy that it made people panic. I opened my mouth to call him in surprise, and my voice trembled unconsciously, but he suddenly leaned forward and pressed his thin, cold, moist lips on my face.

On the corners of my lips...

Forgive me when I was young, I really didn’t understand what this meant. I just stayed there for a moment and felt a little strange, so I let him grab the back of my head tightly and opened my eyes to look at him.

"Morning sun."

After a moment, he took a breath and moved his cold body further.

After arriving in the underworld, his breath seemed to be a bit colder, but I was born with a warm body, which was completely different from him. I was afraid of the cold, but I was not afraid of the coldness on his body. I just held his arm and looked at him curiously.

Seeing him, he slowly moved his gaze to the top of my hair, avoiding my eyes shining in the night, but still covering my ears to avoid being disturbed by the terrifying thunder.

I.

But this also meant that I really didn’t hear what he said next. I just vaguely saw the corners of his lips twitching a little. Maybe he also spoke extra quietly, not really wanting me to hear him. So after the thunder stopped, I

After asking me many times, he never told me what he said.

I thought I wouldn't say anything, so I followed his example and kissed the corner of his mouth. However, he was stunned and looked at me with dull eyes: "You..."

"What are you doing? You usually touch my head, touch my hair, pinch my face, pinch my hands, and now you bite my mouth, even if you don't allow me to bite back?"

He couldn't laugh or cry after hearing this. His hands that were tightly covered finally slowly moved away from my ears, passed through my hair and fell on my thin shoulders. He gave me a heavy squeeze: "That's not a bite, but... it's...

Things done between people who like each other.”

"Oh." I nodded in understanding, staring into his dark eyes and asked, "Then do you like me?"

His body froze again, and after a long time he slowly came closer, put his sharp chin on my forehead, and whispered softly: "I love you more."

“What’s more than like?”

"Oh, didn't you hear?"
Chapter completed!