After returning from the Netherworld, Chen Hao crawled into the world under his quilt without uttering a word, too preoccupied to pay attention to Ye Yuqiao beside him.
Since hearing the news of Chen Hao's grandfather's death this morning, Ye Yuqiao had not stopped crying. Her grief was no less profound than Chen Hao's. She sat by the bed, looking at the back of Chen Hao's head, and felt like he had drifted far away from her.
With great effort, she had let go of everything, longing to be impulsive with Chen Hao just once. However, disasters both natural and human-made shorten the happiness, lasting but a brief half-month. For her, filled with endless guilt, it seemed like fate that she was never meant to express her feelings to Chen Hao.
Outside the window, the sound of scattered leaves fluttering disturbed Ye Yuqiao's ears.
This was a season about to part!
In the following days, a persistent autumn rain began to fall in Y City.
After the autumn rain, the entire city became especially cold.
The city was like Chen Hao's heart; shrouded in a dingy, gloomy, and damp haze. It wasn't until the seventh day after Chen Hao's grandfather's death that the chilly rain bid farewell, and the sun reappeared on the horizon.
Early in the morning, Chen Hao was awakened by a glimmer of morning light on his face. He walked to the window, opened it, and looked down at the bustling streets below.
Perhaps it was the sunshine, but on Chen Hao's face blossomed a brilliant, determined, and warm smile that had not been seen in a long while.
"The rain has stopped and the sun will eventually appear. My life may have been paused by sadness, but sooner or later it must go on," Chen Hao murmured. He raised his head and traced the outline of Ye Yuqiao on the misty window glass.
Ye Yuqiao was now his only relative in the world, and he didn't want her to worry and be sad for him anymore.
Half a minute later, Chen Hao left the room and went downstairs to knock on Ye Yuqiao's door. Since Tang Jing and the engagement with the Li Family had been called off, and with the passing of Chen Hao's grandfather, Tang Jing, Tang Chao, and Xie Xiaofeng had all moved out of Chen Hao's house, back to their respective homes.
Soon after, Ye Yuqiao opened the door. Only then did Chen Hao realize how much thinner she had become, her eyes and cheeks swollen from crying.
Seeing Chen Hao, Ye Yuqiao was quite surprised.
Once inside, Chen Hao turned to face Ye Yuqiao, who was standing behind the door. He smiled at her, then reached out to touch her wan, icy cheeks, saying, "Your Majesty the Queen, I haven't been in a good mood these past few days, and I haven't been paying much attention to you, making you worry about me—I'm so sorry! Don't worry, the decadent Chen Hao is gone, and the Chen Hao who likes you is back!"
Ye Yuqiao's eyes widened in shock, and she kept a stiff face as she looked steadily at Chen Hao. After a moment, her rigid expression finally collapsed and she threw herself into Chen Hao's arms, beginning to sob uncontrollably.
Feeling the tremors and thinness of the beauty in his arms, Chen Hao said with a pained smile, "Your Majesty the Queen, why have you suddenly lost so much weight? It really pains me!"
Ye Yuqiao raised her red, tear-filled eyes to Chen Hao, her brows furrowing as she said, "These past few days you've been hiding under your quilt all alone, wallowing in sadness, and that has made me feel so distressed!"
As Ye Yuqiao spoke, her tears continued to flow uncontrollably.
Chen Hao's face twitched slightly, and he raised his hand to wipe the tears from Ye Yuqiao's face, saying, "I'm sorry for making you worry about me! Don't cry anymore, or you'll cease to be beautiful."
Ye Yuqiao averted her gaze, avoiding Chen Hao's eyes, her frail body trembling slightly.
"You've been ignoring me these days, and it has really upset me," Ye Yuqiao said in a subdued tone.
Chen Hao's expression became bittersweet, and then he opened his arms to pull the fragile Ye Yuqiao into an embrace.
The two held onto each other tighter and tighter, conveying their concern, care, and affection for each other in this manner, and also testing each other's weight in their hearts at that moment.
This meeting was like the surprising sweet rain in the desert, temporarily alleviating the bitterness in their hearts.
After the prolonged embrace had ended, Chen Hao led Ye Yuqiao to the sofa in the living room, holding her hand tightly while saying with concern, "Your Majesty the Queen, you must be hungry, right? Tell me what you want to eat, and I'll make it for you."
Ye Yuqiao looked shyly at Chen Hao, her cheeks flushing as she buried her head into his chest and whispered, "Anything, I love whatever you cook!"
Chen Hao smiled and nodded, then carried Ye Yuqiao to the room. After covering her with the blanket, he stroked her tousled hair and said, "You sleep a little while longer, I'll call you once I finish cooking!"
Having finished speaking, Chen Hao stood up, intending to leave, but suddenly Ye Yuqiao grabbed his arm.
"What's wrong?" Chen Hao asked.
Ye Yuqiao's face flushed suddenly, and after a moment of hesitation, she whispered, "Fool, kiss me before you go!"
Chen Hao smiled and nodded, then he bent down and left a kiss on Ye Yuqiao's forehead, then said softly, "The rain has stopped, the sun is out, and your Chen Hao has returned."
After Chen Hao left the room, Ye Yuqiao's complexion changed abruptly, and she began to cry again, her expression downcast. She didn't know how long such happiness would last.
Outside the window, the autumn wind shook the falling leaves again!
An hour later, after having breakfast, the two sat quietly, snuggled up on the couch.
"Chen Hao, there's something I think you should know," Ye Yuqiao suddenly said, frowning.
Chen Hao looked down at Ye Yuqiao, who was leaning against his chest, kissed her forehead, and asked with a smile, "What is it?"
Ye Yuqiao suddenly got up, moving away from Chen Hao's embrace. She walked over to the table, opened the wooden box on it, and took out a yellow talisman. After chanting a few incantations, she threw the talisman onto the ground, where it turned into a yellow dog.
"Look into its eyes," Ye Yuqiao said expressionlessly, her voice tinged with worry.
Chen Hao beckoned the yellow dog over, then lifted it up, joking as he did so, "Should we name this little dog Little Yuqiao?"
Ye Yuqiao kept a straight face, not amused by Chen Hao's jest.
Chen Hao gave Ye Yuqiao a surprised glance, then locked eyes with the yellow dog he held up to his face.
Two seconds later, the black pupils of the yellow dog shimmered, and the scene where Xie Xiaofeng drunkenly strangled Grandpa Chen Che's windpipe to death appeared.
Lying on the couch, Chen Hao jumped up furiously, his eyes filled with a menacing glare, and exclaimed, "So it was this thing that killed Grandpa! I'm going to kill it!"
Seeing Chen Hao storming toward the door in a rage, Ye Yuqiao embraced him from behind, crying, "Chen Hao, I'm sorry, I only let you know about this today. Don't act rashly now. It's not too late to seek vengeance after Grandpa's seventh-day memorial service tonight!"
"Ah!" Chen Hao roared loudly, his veins bulging, his rage uncontrollable.
"Chen Hao, be good, don't be rash!" the frail Ye Yuqiao held him even tighter, "Please, I'm begging you."
Eventually, under the gentle soothing and earnest pleas of Ye Yuqiao, Chen Hao's reason finally quelled his fury.
When their lips parted, Chen Hao held Ye Yuqiao tightly, crying with remorse, "It's all my fault, all my fault. If only I hadn't been so cautious at first, if only I had rid us of the Drunken Immortal, Grandpa wouldn't have died, it's all my fault!"
Having said that, Chen Hao knelt on the floor, embracing Ye Yuqiao's legs.
Ye Yuqiao held Chen Hao's head, crying with him.
The night deepened.
At Chen Hao's home.
"Ding dong, ding dong!" The wind chime sounded.
A strong surge of Yin Qi was approaching.
Sitting in the living room, Chen Hao opened his eyes, filled with a murderous intent!
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