"We’ve made a promise, after your time in this life ends, I’ll wait for you in the next life, no matter how many lifetimes it takes. We’re meant to be together in every single one. Even if you don’t remember me, it’s okay, you can fall in love with me all over again and remarry me. Then, we can be just like we are now."
"..." Jun Moyan’s little pinky, hooked with hers, curled slightly as he looked at Wen Xiao’ai with a dimmed gaze and a complex expression.
He didn’t respond to her words.
"What’s wrong? Don’t you want to?"
"..." Jun Moyan withdrew his little pinky from Wen Xiao’ai’s and instead touched her head.
"You first answer me. Are we going to be together forever?" Wen Xiao’ai furrowed her brows, looking at Jun Moyan with some panic.
Why wasn’t he answering?
Seeing that Wen Xiao’ai was unhappy, Jun Moyan’s lips stiffly curved into a slight, forced smile and he responded:
Upon hearing Jun Moyan’s affirmation, Wen Xiao’ai’s mood instantly lightened.
She smiled, laying her head back down on Jun Moyan’s chest and said with a laugh:
"When you become a baby in the next life, I’ll teach you to laugh every day, take you to play, and make sure you’re always happy from a young age."
Wen Xiao’ai was already imagining what Jun Moyan would look like as a baby.
He must be super cute. Official source ıs noⅴelfire.net
Jun Moyan gently stroked the small head resting on his chest, pushing all the messy thoughts in his mind aside for the moment.
No matter what the future held, at least they could be happy together now.
If tragedy hadn’t struck, then there was no need to spend days filled with worry and constant fear.
The cellphone on the bedside started buzzing, Jun Moyan reached for it, glanced at the caller ID, and answered.
"Jun’s, Jun Wuyang is dead." Shangguan Yu’s voice came from the phone, filled with satisfaction yet mixed with some confusion.
"Dead?" Jun Moyan frowned slightly, clearly displeased that Jun Wuyang had just died like that.
"Yes, and he died very... disgustingly."
Shangguan Yu looked back at the busy medical room behind him, his stomach churning. Thinking of the splattered flesh and organs in the medical room, he felt like vomiting again.
"I haven’t even had breakfast yet, and I’m throwing up the AD calcium milk I drank last night. Tears are coming out too; I probably won’t have an appetite for days."
Being a soldier, although one is not afraid of hardship, fatigue, or filth, what was in that room was... beyond what a normal person could handle.
"You better come over and see for yourself. I don’t know how he died, but living for over twenty years, it’s the first time I’ve seen such a gruesome death. I suspect Jun Wuyang had twenty pounds of TNT in his stomach."
"No, no traces of explosives were found on his remains."
Jun Moyan was confused.
So, was it an explosion or not?
"You better hurry over here. The Jun Family nutjobs are also showing up, and this military area is about to get lively," Shangguan Yu thought of Jun Wuyang’s social-climbing mother and felt a headache coming on, the very image of a shrew.
His own mother was much more lovable.
"Yes." Jun Moyan replied and hung up the phone.
Wen Xiao’ai, who had been listening to the call by Jun Moyan’s ear, also felt unsettled hearing about Jun Wuyang’s death. Of course, it wasn’t out of sympathy or regret but rather, like Jun Moyan, she felt it was too lenient a fate, insufficient to quell her hatred.
"Jun Wuyang is dead. I need to go check on the situation."