He doesn’t care about the future; as long as he can be with Xiaoguai now, he’ll fight with all his might to stay with her.
Every minute, every second, he must love her with all his strength.
Even if humans and demons have different paths, he wants to walk the same path with the one he loves.
Wen Xiao’ai cried for a long time before she calmed down, her face full of tears, occasionally sobbing, which tugged at Jun Moyan’s heart.
"It’s okay now, don’t cry."
"...Jun Moyan, this eye of mine hurts too, it needs a kiss."
Wen Xiao’ai wiped her tear-streaked face and her right eye that hadn’t just been kissed by Jun Moyan.
Jun Moyan, without a second thought, lowered his head and kissed her swollen, tear-stained right eye.
"Does it still hurt?"
"...It doesn’t hurt anymore." Wen Xiao’ai wiped her tears, sniffling occasionally.
"And you, are you hurt? Let me see your wound." Wen Xiao’ai gave a little shove to Jun Moyan on top of her, wanting to get up and check his injury.
But Jun Moyan was unwilling to get up and didn’t want to show her his wound.
"It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt."
He helped Wen Xiao’ai wipe away the tears on her face.
Thinking to himself, this little thing was supposed to be made of sugar, so how did she become made of water?
"How could it not hurt; her nails were so long, and you bled a lot." When Wen Xiao’ai spoke of Jun Moyan bleeding a lot, her heart ached terribly, and tears streamed down her cheeks again.
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She’s afraid of pain, but she’s more afraid of Jun Moyan being in pain.
"I’m not afraid of pain; don’t cry anymore, or your eyes will hurt again after a while."
He truly couldn’t bear to see her cry.
"I’m not afraid; if you kiss it, it won’t hurt." Wen Xiao’ai wiped her tears, suddenly looked up, and kissed Jun Moyan’s chin.
Jun Moyan chuckled, separating the strands of her hair stuck to her face by tears.
"From now on, you mustn’t cry anymore."
"But what if I encounter something upsetting and can’t control myself from crying, what then?"
Every time she’s upset, she feels better after crying. She can hold back a smile but not tears.
"You won’t; I’ll never let you be unhappy again." Jun Moyan lowered his head and placed his face against Wen Xiao’ai’s slightly cool cheek.
Seriously feeling her warmth, her breath, her presence.
He was still here, she was still here, they were still here, and it was so good.
Besides meeting Xiaoguai, this was probably the thing he was most grateful for.
Jun Moyan closed his eyes, his nose lightly rubbing against Wen Xiao’ai’s little face, his pale thin lips occasionally brushing against her slightly cool cheek.
Wen Xiao’ai hugged his neck, snuggling against him like a kitten.
Clearly, they hadn’t been apart at all, yet at this moment, it felt more intimate than if they had been separated for years.
"Jun Moyan..." Her voice, still tinged with sobs, rang out.
"Mm, I’m here." He replied.
Jun Moyan’s lips curled into a faint smile. He opened his eyes, looking at Wen Xiao’ai, seeking kisses and comfort.
Jun Moyan didn’t say a word, lowering his head to kiss her swollen eyes.
"Besides your eyes, where else does it hurt?"
"My face, head, nose..." Wen Xiao’ai said, pointing with her finger to the corresponding parts of her face.
She named every facial feature she could think of: "mouth, chin, eyebrows, forehead, temples, ears... ears don’t hurt."
When she got to the last one, Wen Xiao’ai quickly shook her head.
Jun Moyan had intended to ask where on her body hurt, as she had been injured that night too, but didn’t expect she... little mischief.