Chapter 656 - How Is This a Fallen God? (1/2)

Qiu Ling raised his brows. ”They … haven't finished yet? Oh. And here I thought my old man didn't have the stamina anymore after being reincarnated. Turns out he could hold on longer than expected.”

Xin Lan frowned. That really wasn't anything he wanted to think about. ”That's nothing you should worry about.”

”Oh, well, I don't care anyway.” Qiu Ling turned away and went back onto the courtyard, slowly ripping the petals from the flower.

Xin Lan's brows twitched. ”What are you doing there?”

”Oh, it's about my beloved.” Qiu Ling turned back to him and showed him the flower that had already lost a third of its petals. ”See this?” He ripped out another. ”It means I'll get him back.” He held the petal and finally out it into his storage ring, then he ripped out the next one. ”This one means I'll get him back soon.” He put the petal into his spatial ring too and ripped out the next one. ”I'll get him back.” Another petal found its way into the spatial ring. ”I'll get him back soon.”

”This is ridiculous.”

”Hmph.” Qiu Ling ignored the person that didn't get his brilliance and continued to pick the petals of the flower.

In the corridor, Xiang Yu stared at the flower and how Qiu Ling silently repeated his words. He couldn't help but think back to his own past.

That day the sun had shone brightly, making the water in the river sparkle so much that it blinded them every now and then. A soft breeze had rustled the grass and their hair, gently brushing their skin. Sitting there on the hill, looking over the familiar place where he had grown up, he had felt so comfortable as if life had shown him what perfection was for just a short moment.

Yan Xia had reached over, his elegant fingers closing around the stem of a flower right next to him.

”What are you doing?” He had leaned over, his hands clasping Yan Xia's shoulder and his chin put on top.

Yan Xia hadn't said anything. He had quietly raised the flower and picked one of the petals, looking at him while he let it fall to the ground. ”He loves me.”

”I do.”

Yan Xia picked another petal. ”He loves me not.” Once again, it was thrown to the ground.

He had laughed in embarrassment. ”What are you doing? Of course, I love you.”