But precisely because of this, she ultimately chose to keep the child, which had an even greater impact on him.
Knowing the mountain has tigers, why would one go to Tiger Mountain?
Knowing the mountain has tigers, yet... still heading towards Tiger Mountain.
"Actually, when it comes down to it, there are many things that seem sour in retrospect, perhaps it’s because of the sourness, the hardships that make them more profound."
"However... there were also many sweet moments, at least in the first few years, I truly felt like I was living in the most beautiful dream."
Song Lili wasn’t exaggerating when she said this. If it weren’t so beautiful, she wouldn’t have refused to wake up, remaining immersed in the dream until her death.
Even after her rebirth, on those long nights, she would still remember those things that felt very beautiful to her.
Wen Nian leaned in to kiss her, and she chuckled,
"Ah Nian, do you know about a popular term nowadays?"
Wen Nian asked, puzzled.
"It means... men who are as clingy and adorable as little puppies."
"...Why bring this up in front of me?"
Wen Nian didn’t understand.
Song Lili chuckled softly, "Ahem, it’s nothing, I just feel that sometimes, the way you are matches the description of that word quite well."
Wen Nian’s gaze darkened, and in the pitch-black tent, suddenly locking eyes with him was like staring down a wolf.
"Um..." Song Lili pondered, "There’s another term..."
"It’s like you, sometimes a bit fierce, and when you glare, it really resembles a little wolf dog that’s very territorial..."
"If not a ’Little Puppy,’ then a ’Little Wolf Dog,’ if not ’little,’ then ’dog’... Ali, I think you still seem quite sprightly, perhaps you can experience once more what a wolf is like."
"Stop, stop, stop, just kidding."
Wen Nian’s hands had already become extremely restless as he spoke.
Song Lili hurriedly pleaded for mercy.
She tilted her head slightly back, and as both of them lay flat, their fingers intertwined beneath the covers,
"Wen Xiaonian, isn’t it miraculous?"
"The person I swore never to love, yet I still fell for them without regret."
Wen Nian held Song Lili’s hand tightly, feeling the calluses at the base of her thumb and palm, his hand was almost the same.
Both hands of soldiers, hands accustomed to wielding swords and guns.
Song Lili slowly closed her eyes,
"There’s still a long way to go in life. If you want to hear about my past life, I can tell you slowly."
"Fine, but leave out the trivial details between you and him."
Jealously and prejudice tainted the words entirely.
Song Lili listened and found it very amusing and interesting.
So, this was what it was like when two people of equivalent intellect got along—it was so relaxed. They could easily understand what each other was thinking.
It was a genuine meeting of minds, not just holding on to the tart emotions of younger days, but an obsession to tie down for a lifetime.
As if in defiance against someone, neither willing to let go of oneself nor the other.
Song Lili was truly tired, and despite finding such a night romantic and full of passion, her body couldn’t withstand the fatigue.
This night, Song Lili and Wen Nian truly reunited.
Her breathing gradually steadied, Wen Nian shifted slightly to look over her, and eyes adjusted to the dark could make out her peaceful sleeping silhouette.
A person of rebirth...
There really was such a thing as rebirth, not just a fictional plot in novels or movies.
And she had told him so.
Wen Nian felt uneasy.
Things too mystical and far beyond common understanding always bring unease.
Watching movies and reading novels, even some mythological stories that touch on time travel or rebirth, seem to treat fate as something significant.
Typically, keeping it a lifelong personal secret seems to be the right thing to do.
To confess so openly to him ...
It wouldn’t cause any impact on her, would it?
Wen Nian frowned; he could tell that although Song Lili was willing to be open with him, there were still areas of her past life she was reluctant to touch upon.
Wen Nian wouldn’t force her. It was up to her whether she wanted to share with him, to let him share the burden.
However the past life went, he had no control over it, but this life...
Wen Nian resolved even more firmly to not let those things that hurt her happen again!
He thought, after returning to the country, he must find time to go to Ryan Castle.
For matters of rebirth, witches always knew much more than they did.
After a brief rest for a sparse two hours, Wen Nian dressed and left the tent.