Live-in Son-in-law
Chapter 545, Section 11 Awakening

Chapter 545: Chapter 545, Section 11 Awakening

Duan Yiyi was terrified and burst into tears.

"I don’t want to go back to reality, I just want my little husband to be okay, I won’t go back..."

"Yiyi, stop, please stop." Qin Yi shouted anxiously, knowing that a single thought from Duan Yiyi could change this illusory world, and with her words, everything was being restored.

But Duan Yiyi couldn’t hear Qin Yi’s words at all right now.

"Alright, since that’s the case, I can only wait for you in the real world first, Yiyi, I’ll be waiting for you."

Qin Yi looked at her with gentle eyes, then his whole body burst into purple flames and exploded with a bang. To leave Duan Yiyi a memory, he blew up his Divine Soul.

"Yiyi, I’m waiting for you in the real world."

This was Qin Yi’s last voice, and everything dissolved into nothingness.

"Little husband..." Duan Yiyi was dumbfounded, watching Qin Yi turn to dust, yet unable to do anything.

"Little husband, little husband..." Duan Yiyi cried out in anguish.

"Little husband, I’m coming to find you."

Qin Yi had told her that if she just imagined this world as fake, she could return to the real world and see him again.

This world no longer held importance for Duan Yiyi without Qin Yi.

"Fake, it’s all fake, everything is fake..." Duan Yiyi murmured to herself.

Thick black fog surged from Tianji, covering the sky and devouring everything. All things in the world were being destroyed, this world was collapsing.

...

...

Whoosh!

In the room, Qin Yi, who was standing like a puppet by the bed, suddenly opened his eyes, gasping deeply like a dying fish gulping for fresh air, coughing violently from the stifling feeling. Cold sweat drenched his forehead, and his back was soaked.

That was too close, thankfully for the Undying Secret Technique of the Phoenix clan.

A tiny spark can set a prairie ablaze; as long as there’s a breath left, one can be reborn in fire.

When his Divine Soul exploded, Qin Yi sealed a fragment of it into the Phoenix Secret Realm, allowing himself to be reborn in fire and escape.

Qin Yi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead; he almost played himself to death. Thinking back, he felt frightened; a single misstep and he’d be forever dead within Duan Yiyi’s inner world.

He looked at the pale and still unconscious Duan Yiyi on the bed. His eyes couldn’t help but grow dim. He hoped Duan Yiyi, in her anger over his death, would destroy that illusory world and escape the cage she created.

"Yiyi, wake up? We’re all waiting for you."

Qin Yi sat by the bed, performing Energy Movement repeatedly to nurture Duan Yiyi’s body, hoping she would be lively and energetic upon waking.

But, however long he waited, Duan Yiyi showed no sign of waking up.

Did I fail?

Qin Yi’s eyes darkened; if she remained trapped in that self-created prison, he didn’t mind entering Duan Yiyi’s dream once more.

No matter what, he would bring Duan Yiyi back.

Several more hours passed, and Qin Yi’s brows furrowed tighter and tighter; was Yiyi still unable to emerge from the dream?

Fine, then I’ll go in again.

Just as Qin Yi was about to enter the dream again, his breath caught; he seemed to see Duan Yiyi’s long eyelashes tremble slightly.

Qin Yi stared intently, not knowing if it was an illusion or if he truly saw Duan Yiyi’s eyelashes tremble.

There they were again, Duan Yiyi’s eyelashes quivered slightly once more.

Qin Yi was overjoyed, his face filled with excitement. It wasn’t a trick of the eye; it was real.

"Yiyi, Yiyi..."

With Qin Yi’s call, Duan Yiyi slowly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with confusion.

Qin Yi’s fingertips trembled with excitement as he stared at her; she had woken up, truly woken up.

Duan Yiyi’s gem-like eyes blinked several times, her gaze gradually clearing.

"Little husband, why are you in my room?"

Qin Yi: "..."

Duan Yiyi blinked, suddenly thinking of something, sitting up with a start, her head crashing hard onto Qin Yi’s nose.

Qin Yi hadn’t expected such a reaction from Duan Yiyi, his nose hit solidly, resulting in a burst of mixed flavors in his mouth, making him tear up from the pain.

"Little husband, are you okay?" Duan Yiyi rubbed her head, looking at Qin Yi with a face full of worry.

Qin Yi shook his head tearfully while holding his nose.

"Little husband, didn’t you die?"

Before Qin Yi could answer, Duan Yiyi foolishly started talking to herself: "I think I also died, killed by that Murong Qianxun, but this seems like my room."

"Little husband, could we be in Hell?"

"But why does Hell look exactly like our own house?"

"That doesn’t make sense, either. So we died and became ghosts, but do ghosts feel pain? My head hurts so much from that bump."

"Could it be we went to Heaven? Yes, we’re good people, so we surely would go to Heaven."

"But why does Heaven look just like our house?"

Qin Yi used Energy Movement to soothe the pain in his nose, looking at the incessantly chattering and self-talking Duan Yiyi with a face of helplessness. How had he overlooked this chatterbox side of the silly girl before?

However, she should remember the scenes from the dream. But seeing this, it seemed she didn’t remember at all.

Qin Yi pondered for a moment, understanding a bit. With his roar, Duan Yiyi must have destroyed the world of dreams she constructed out of extreme anger and thus remembered nothing.

"Little husband, are we in Heaven or Hell?"

"How do I look right now? That vile woman Murong Qianxun beat me so badly, I must look really ugly, right?"

Qin Yi was utterly speechless, grabbing her cheeks and pulling them like dough.

"Duan Yiyi, this is neither Heaven nor Hell, it’s just our home. And you’re not dead, I’m not dead either; we’re both alive and well."

Duan Yiyi’s pretty little face got pulled into an ugly expression by Qin Yi, mumbling unclearly, "But that’s not right. Little husband, you got killed by the Vermilion Bird, and I got killed by Murong Qianxun, so we should be dead."

"You’re just bent on dying, aren’t you?" Qin Yi added more force to his hands.

"Ah, it hurts, little husband, it hurts..."

Qin Yi gave one final pinch before letting go: "Next time anyone says I’m dead, just slap them hard. And even if I did die, you can’t foolishly go avenge me on your own. Do this again, and I’ll pinch your face into a bun."

Duan Yiyi rubbed her aching face pinched by Qin Yi, full of doubt, "Little husband, are we really not dead?"

Qin Yi: "..."

"Yes, we’re not dead, alive and well, and things will be even better from now on. You did indeed get hurt by Murong Qianxun, but with me here, you won’t die."

Duan Yiyi fell silent, her expression dazed as if she’d lost her soul.

Just as Qin Yi was about to speak, Duan Yiyi suddenly sprang from the bed, leaping into his arms, and excitedly shouted, "Great, we’re not dead, little husband is alive, I’m alive, long live being alive."

Qin Yi paused, rolling his eyes exasperatedly; why was this child so jumpy?