Wen Xiao’ai shook her head, "...It’s nothing."
"This is chocolate that the second young master Jun sent for you," Xiaocha handed a beautifully packaged box of chocolates to Wen Xiao’ai.
Wen Xiao’ai glanced at it and reached out to accept it.
Xiaocha, seeing Wen Xiao’ai who usually laughed uncontrollably at the sight of food, now had no reaction whatsoever, felt somewhat puzzled.
"Miss Wen, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, I, I just miss Jun Moyan."
"Isn’t the young master returning tonight?"
"...Yes, I’ll go upstairs and wait for him." Holding the chocolates, Wen Xiao’ai seemed as if she had lost her soul, nearly missing a step as she ascended the stairs.
Back in her room, Wen Xiao’ai collapsed onto the bed, hugging Jun Moyan’s pillow.
Smelling the scent that belonged to Jun Moyan on the pillow, she thought, what would she do if Jun Moyan really died one day?
Scenes of animated characters’ friends and families crying over their loss flashed through her mind, and Wen Xiao’ai felt a sting in her nose, instantly wanting to cry.
Just as she was about to get out of bed and ask Qing Yi to take her to find Jun Moyan, Wen Xiao’ai suddenly thought of something.
"...Why don’t I just wait for Jun Moyan to reincarnate?!"
With this thought, the dim sorrow in Wen Xiao’ai’s eyes instantly regained color.
"Yes, I can wait for Jun Moyan’s reincarnation, for one life, two lives, even three lives, I can wait. When he reincarnates as a human again, I’ll be the first to be by his side, and I can take care of Jun Moyan when he’s still a baby, how wonderful that would be."
"When he grows up and becomes Jun Moyan again, it’ll be just like now."
With this thought, Wen Xiao’ai’s previously heavy mood instantly lifted.
Wiping her tears, Wen Xiao’ai got out of bed, took the chocolates, and ran out of the room to write in the study. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel_fіre.net
She wanted to write several pages to show to Jun Moyan when he returned that night.
In the future, if Jun Moyan reincarnated as a baby, she could also teach him to write his own name.
That evening, Wen Xiao’ai washed up early and waited in the living room for Jun Moyan to return.
But even by eight o’clock, there was no sign of him, and his phone was turned off.
Wen Xiao’ai clutched a pillow and waited at the villa’s entrance for a long while, then ran to the main gate of Wu Garden, and eventually went back upstairs to her room to wait.
Wen Xiao’ai lay on her bed, idly passing the time.
Suddenly recalling the Soul Gathering Umbrella that she had been unable to sense, Wen Xiao’ai sat up, crossed her legs, and tried to see if she could detect its presence.
Wen Xiao’ai summoned her internal energy, and a faint purple light instantly enveloped her.
She opened her palm, revealing a complex purple formation in her palm, gathering all her mana into the formation, and murmured an incantation as the formation emitted a dazzling light.
Wen Xiao’ai closed her eyes, concentrated deeply, and searched meticulously.
While sensing the presence of the Soul Gathering Umbrella, Wen Xiao’ai suddenly felt something was amiss within her body.
As the purple light from the formation in her palm intensified, Wen Xiao’ai’s brows furrowed and her complexion began to change.
Sensing something was wrong, Wen Xiao’ai tried to retract her mana, but found she couldn’t pull it back at all.
Startled, Wen Xiao’ai tried to withdraw the formation first, but after several attempts, it was futile.
Wen Xiao’ai felt an unknown force racing throughout her body, seemingly intent on devouring her mana.
With her recent exertion, the speed of that force only increased.
Wen Xiao’ai abruptly opened her eyes, only to see several strands of black qi swirling around the formation in her palm...