Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 337 - 330: Letting Go

Chapter 337: Chapter 330: Letting Go

Words scattered with the wind among the mountains as Qin Guanglin stood in place woodenly, looking at the girl before him.

Even though he had prepared himself for her not to be of this world, the moment it was confirmed still left him somewhat shocked.

No matter how he had speculated before, that was just his guesswork, different from admitting it outright.

What shook him more was the information revealed in He Fang’s words.

"You... are you my wife?"

"I am your wife for two lifetimes."

"..."

He Fang looked at him, her face carrying a gentle smile with a hint of relief.

It was finally out.

No more worrying about slipping up, no more worrying about talking in her sleep, no more worrying about Qin Guanglin’s wild thoughts.

From a secret kept by one person to a secret shared by two—she was certain that Qin Guanglin could keep the secret, and there wouldn’t be a third person to know.

"You’re not just teasing me like before, right?" Qin Guanglin finally regained his senses, asking hesitantly.

Time Traveler... Although commonly seen on television, having one appear in real life was still too surreal.

"You should know whether I’m teasing you or not."

He Fang raised her hand to smooth her hair by her ear, stepped back twice, gathered the hem of her skirt, and twirled in front of him, saying, "If demons can believe, is time travel so incredible?"

"..."

Qin Guanglin was speechless, indeed, all the previous happenings, if said to be the work of someone from the future, everything would make sense.

She was just a mortal who knew the future, that’s all.

Mortal—Qin Guanglin felt a tiny bit of disappointment in his heart, the tails and so on were gone, spells with a whoosh were also out of the question now.

"And proving it is very simple," He Fang thought for a bit, pointed at the ground and said, "This is the place where Guo Xiang founded her sect in the novels, Guo Xiang’s creator left this year, in October... I remember it was October."

"Left?" Qin Guanglin asked subconsciously, but upon seeing He Fang’s expression, he immediately understood and nodded, "About two months from now."

"Next April, Notre-Dame Cathedral will catch fire."

He Fang turned to look at the clouds outside the cliff, and spoke softly, "These two events should be enough."

"..."

Qin Guanglin silently took note, He Fang’s demeanor did not seem like she was joking.

He was already eighty percent convinced.

Both silent, only the mountain breeze whisked past the cliff’s edge, as the sun gradually turned orange-red, sinking slowly to the west, tinting the edge of the sea of clouds red.

"How did you... come back, right, how did you come back?"

After quite some time, Qin Guanglin’s emotions somewhat stabilized, and more doubts emerged.

Could it be that the technology for time travel was already developed in just over a decade? Unlikely.

Even if it were true, he would surely have come back with her, it’s impossible that he would let her come back alone.

"I don’t know, I woke up and I was in the college dorm," He Fang looked back at him, "At first I thought it was just a dream, now I can’t even tell which part is the dream—maybe those ten years’ experiences were the real dream."

"What about me?" Qin Guanglin was stunned, "If you came back, wouldn’t I become a bachelor over there?!"

Thinking about this, he suddenly became worried, "In a decade or so, you won’t suddenly disappear while I’m asleep, will you?!"

"..."

He Fang lowered her eyes without speaking, not sure what to say.

Telling you that you’re already dead?

No bachelor, just a widow with children, living a hard life.

"You..." Qin Guanglin saw her expression, his heart skipped, feeling that it wasn’t simple.

Thinking about the medicine He Fang took, and the name Anya she called out in her dreams, fearing there would be many things to come.

"Do you want to know?"

After a moment of silence, He Fang asked.

"I do."

"Well... let me tell you about it."

She leaned against the railing and slowly crouched down, her back to the railing as she sat on the ground, patting the space beside her, "Come over, I’ll tell you everything."

Now that things were out in the open, there was no point in hiding any longer, two people working together was always much better than struggling alone.

That was her, rational and lucid.

"We met at Zhou Nan’s wedding..."

She waited for Qin Guanglin to sit down next to her, then slowly began to speak as she looked up at the azure sky, starting from the very beginning.

"Back then, you were also foolish, holed up at home painting every day, though not as easily flushed as when I teased you this time..."

A hint of reminiscence appeared in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily curled up as if recalling something amusing. Qin Guanglin listened quietly without interrupting.

Emei’s Golden Summit was quite open, and this little corner had no one passing by; even if an occasional pedestrian walking by saw the couple leaning together and chatting, they wisely kept their distance.

The sun turned into a big red fireball, coloring the clouds at the skyline, before gradually hiding behind the mountains. The evening breeze grew cooler, stirring He Fang’s hair at her temples and carrying away her spoken words, dissipating them into the mountainside.

Night slowly descended, and the neon lights of the distant hotel lit up, enveloping this little piece of the world in silence. All that remained was He Fang’s soft spoken words and the occasional wind, as Qin Guanglin quietly listened to how they originally met, became acquainted, fell in love, then married and had children—the entirety of their history—as they both listened, accompanied by the evening breeze and the clouds unfurling beyond the cliffs.

When He Fang had finished everything, a bright moon had risen into the night sky, its cool light cast upon them. He Fang hugged her knees, resting her chin on them, while Qin Guanglin leaned back against the railing, frozen in place. Neither of them moved, only the slight sound of the wind could be heard in their ears.

At first, they laughed as they spoke, but as the conversation progressed, they could laugh no more.

Her words were faint, yet bloodily sad.

Qin Guanglin felt somewhat breathless, the dark night enveloping him like a giant hand, a hand made of darkness squeezing him tighter and tighter as if to push him into the corner of the world.

He wanted to struggle, but found no leverage. He straightened up against the railing and turned to look at He Fang; in the moonlight, he could scarcely make out her face, save for the tear glistening at the corner of her eye.

Without a word, Qin Guanglin opened his mouth and then drew her into a tight embrace, his hand squeezing ever tighter as if trying to merge her into his body.

"I am a Time Traveler, I came back to marry you again."

He Fang’s daylight words resonated in his heart, turning into a massive hammer striking his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. He looked up at the bright moon and took deep breaths.

"Our daughter will return, won’t she?" He Fang murmured into his chest, her voice deep.

"She will."

Qin Guanglin answered.

"She must come back."

"And you won’t have anything happen to you, right?"

"That’s right."

Qin Guanglin nodded forcefully, hugging her tighter in his arms.

Now that he knew, he wouldn’t make the same mistakes.

Heaven had given them a chance, and it was not in vain.

From a distance, the lights were dazzling, the mighty figure of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva looked even more magnificent in the night, and he now understood why He Fang was so devout, so sincere before the Buddha.

"All these years... you’ve suffered."

His heart ached with a twinge every time he thought of all that He Fang had gone through.

She carried everything on her shoulders, yet had to meet him again, as if none of it had happened.

"Sob sob..."

He Fang’s shoulders shook twice as she buried her head in his chest and cried out loud.

Her muffled and repressed voice echoed in this tiny piece of heaven and earth, then faded into the wind along the cliffside.

What she lost wasn’t love but life.

Fortunately, she could meet you a second time, find you again.

And then I love you.

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