Even though the case was clear enough, and the interrogation should have been over quickly, in the end, there were too many people present in the Police Station. Qin Cheng hadnât been able to leave all night, and when the interrogation had finally finished, it was already dawn.
Qin Cheng had made an appointment with the Doctor that afternoon to check on his stitches and see if they were fit to be removed. Because of this, Qin Cheng was no longer able to go visit Su Jingmo. Even though Qin Cheng hadnât slept all night, he wasnât feeling sleepy at all, and after having breakfast, Qin Cheng thought about something, bid his farewell to Zhang Jun, and went back to College.
Now that he had decided to move, Qin Cheng thought that it would be better to take advantage of his spare time to pack up his stuff in the dormitory. That way, it would be much easier for him to move later.
Luckily, Qin Cheng didnât have too many things, so by 10am he had already packed all his books and clothes in boxes. After setting an alarm for 2pm, he laid down to sleep for a while.
In the end, his wound was almost healed, but the stitches couldnât be removed yet. It needed to be postponed for at least two days. According to the Doctor, since Qin Cheng lacked nutrition, and he hadnât been resting well, the stitches were still a little bit red, and the suture couldnât be removed today.
â What a waste of a tripâŠ. â
Soon after National Day, the archeological teamâs work in the tomb of Ninghua Village would start again. By then, with so many people around, Qin Cheng wouldnât be able to walk openly into the tombâŠ.
In fact, if what Qu Zhiwen said was the truth, then it wasnât safe for him to stay in the dormitory anymore. Even though nothing had happened recently, Qin Cheng thought that it would be better for him to stay close to Su Jingmo. Although no one was living in the rooms set aside for the archeological team in Ninghua Village due to the murder cases, they were still good to stay in, and Qin Cheng would only need to bring some food over.
With this in mind, Qin Cheng, who had just left the hospital, went straight to a nearby supermarket. Once there, he bought rice noodles, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and some fruits and vegetables that could be stored. When he was done buying his groceries, Qin Cheng took a taxi all the way to Ninghua Village.
Once he had moved his things into the lounge he used to live in until Jiang Bo died, Qin Cheng thought about what the Doctor had said about his health. After accepting his fate, Qin Cheng cooked a bowl of noodles. When he was done eating, he went to the tomb.
However, when Qin Cheng arrived at the Underground Palaceâs gates, they were completely closed. This was the first time something like this happened since he met Su JingmoâŠ.
The tall white marble doors were completely motionless, without a sign that they would open again any time soon.
â In the past, as soon as I walked in here, the door opened right away. Whatâs happening this time? â
Faced with a different situation, Qin Chengâs heart tightened all of a sudden as he hurried forward to push open the white marble doors. However, the doors were controlled by the will of Su Jingmo, and Qin Chengâs strength wasnât enough to push it open.
âJingmo! Jingmo! Can you hear me?â
Even though Qin Cheng shouted a few times, only the echo of his voice could be heard in the empty tomb.
This only made Qin Chengâs uneasiness expand. Something similar had happened a while agoâŠ. At that moment, Su Jingmo had lacked Yang qi and he wasnât able to recognize Qin Cheng, as if there was a magic barrier separating his consciousness from reality. This wasnât good.
â Could it be that Su Jingmo has fallen into that state again?! â
When he thought about this, Qin Cheng felt as if his heart was being strangled: âJingmo! Answer me! Open the doors quickly! Itâs me, Qin Cheng!â
But, how could he do it? Without Su Jingmoâs consent, the marble doors simply wouldnât open.
After violently bumping into the marble doors several times, they still remained as motionless as before. There wasnât even a single noise coming from the other side. Qin Cheng could sense that something wasnât right, so with an anxious and trembling voice, he cried: âSu Jingmo, please be okay. I donât want anything bad happening to you!â
Su Jingmo, who had been sitting quietly on the stone chair all night, had long lost the smile on his face. Of course, he was able to hear everything Qin Cheng was saying, but, for some reason, he didnât want to move or make a sound.
Su Jingmo began to think that it was natural for Qin Cheng to come here every night. But even when it was dawn outside, that man still hadnât shown up. At that, Su Jingmo had almost crushed the black jade hairpin Qin Cheng gave him last time.
It was only then that Su Jingmo realized he had waited for Qin Cheng to arrive the entire nightâŠ. Su Jingmo had never waited for anyone, let alone looked forward to a personâs arrival like he did last nightâŠ.
He had never waited for someone like thisâŠ.
He had never been so flusteredâŠ.
He even went so far as to worry about that man being in an accident. After all, Qin Cheng was carrying something that hundreds of millions of people had always dreamt ofâŠ.
With this in mind, Su Jingmo couldnât calm down. â But what can I do? Nothing can be done. Besides, I canât leave the tombâŠ. â
These thoughts only made Su Jingmo angrier. He was angry at himself for caring so much about Qin Cheng. Annoyed that he had to wait for an entire night for him without knowing if something had happened. These kinds of emotions were so intense and strong that it almost shocked his reasoning. And he hated himself even more for having such feelings inside of himâŠ.
His anger only deepened when Qin Cheng stepped into the tomb, completely intact.
Why should he open the gates for a man that made him wait for so long?
However, although Su Jingmo didnât want to respond to Qin Cheng, he hadnât expected that this fool would use his own body to hit the marble door! The more he hit, the stronger the impact was. Moreover, Qin Chengâs anxious voice made Su Jingmo feel a lot better.
â How can he be this stupid? He already knows that the gates canât be opened without my permissionâŠ. â
As a smile gradually lifted the corners of his mouth, Su Jingmo spoke aloud: âStop hitting it.â
Sure enough, as soon as Su Jingmo spoke, the other side of the gates fell silent for a moment. Then, Qin Chengâs slightly happy voice was heard: âJingmo! Are you alright?â
âYes.â Right after Su Jingmo spoke, he waved his hand and the marble gates slowly opened.
When Qin Cheng saw the marble gates finally open, he hurried to walk through. When his gaze fell on Su Jingmo, who wasnât that far away, and saw that he was fine, Qin Chengâs anxious heart finally calmed down.
âWhat happened just now? You didnât make a sound at all, and even though I shouted for such a long time, you didnât respond. I thought you wereâŠ. like last timeâŠ.â
Naturally, Su Jingmo was able to understand what Qin Cheng was talking about. As he smiled, he shook his head and said: âNothing happened.â
âThen why were the gatesâŠ.â After Qin Cheng said this, he took a deep breath, took a big step towards Su Jingmo, and laughed: âForget it. As long as youâre alright.â
âWhat else can there beâŠ.â As soon as he said those words, Su Jingmo could sense an unknown qi on Qin Cheng. Because he was a ghost, and his perception was stronger than a living being, Su Jingmo was able to tell peopleâs qi apart. Qin Cheng was obsessed with his archeological work, so he always smelled like the wet dirt in the tomb. Moreover, Su Jingmo could always feel that his own ghostly qi was the most present on Qin Chengâs body, while other qi would merely stay for a little bit and then disappear.
However, this time, the qi around Qin Chengâs body, although subtle, was unexpected. Because this qi was different from the previous ones. This one had the sweet aroma of a womanâs houseâŠ.
In an instant, Su Jingmoâs eyes narrowed slightly. As he looked at Qin Cheng, the smile on his face worsened: âYou must have been very âtiredâ last night, right?â
At that moment, the light in the already dark tomb dimmed, but Qin Cheng didnât pay attention to Su Jingmoâs eyes. Because he was too stunned to hear Su Jingmo say something like this. Then, Qin Cheng thought of what Qu Zhiwen had said before, about how Su Jingmo was able to sense things he couldnât. Qin Cheng could see that Su Jingmo knew something had happened, so he simply replied with a smile: âYes, Iâm really tired, so I came here to rest.â
Even though Qin Cheng said this with no hidden intentions, Su Jingmo heard it as if he had an ulterior motive. Unexpectedly, this reply made Su Jingmo smile a little deeper, making his peach blossom eyes curve like a crescent moon as a vague dangerous aura surrounded him. If only Qin Cheng could have known what kind of misunderstanding his words would cause in Su Jingmoâs mind, he would have regretted his actions.
âOh? Is that so?â The last word sounded higher, but Su Jingmo was still smiling as he kept staring at Qin Cheng: âThat woman must have been very beautiful then.â
âBeautiful?â Qin Cheng didnât understand, âWhy are you talking about her beauty?â
Seeing that Su Jingmo was smiling but not speaking, Qin Cheng had a bad feeling. But he couldnât figure out what it was for.
Such a premonition made the joy Qin Cheng had been feeling dim little. After cautiously staring at Su Jingmo, he still couldnât tell what was wrong. In the end, Qin Cheng asked a bit hesitantly: âWhatâs wrong? Why were you askingââŠ.â
âJust curious. If you donât want to say it, then I will not ask again.â Only the Heavens knew what Su Jingmo meant by this. However, the annoyance in Su Jingmoâs heart was so bitter that it was about to break his mask, and he wouldnât be able to maintain the smile he had on his face.
âNo, no, no. Iâll say, Iâll reply to whatever questions you ask.â Without really figuring out what Su Jingmo actually meant, Qin Cheng said: âShe looks pretty, cute even. But I swear, Iâm not interested in her. Youâre the only one in my heart!â
As he kept staring at Qin Cheng while he said this, Su Jingmo couldnât help but snort coldly: âNaturally, I understand. How can a man resist temptation?â
â Temptation? â Now Qin Cheng was really confused. â How can this be related to temptationâŠ.? â
â No! â All of a sudden, Qin Cheng understood what was wrong. â Su Jingmo doesnât know what happened last night, so he must think that I spent the night with a woman! â
With this thought Qin Cheng recalled their conversation and his face turned green. â Itâs like a chicken talking to a duck <sup>1</sup> ! Itâs pretty obvious we werenât talking about the same thing! No wonder Su Jingmoâs expression was a little bit offâŠ. â
â Is Su JingmoâŠ. jealous? â
This sudden realization made Qin Chengâs heart feel like it was being filled with mellow wine, intoxicating his heart with an immense happiness, which made it difficult for him to suppress his heartbeats and control the smile growing on his face: âDo you care?â His voice carried a joy that even he couldnât hear. Qin Cheng was full of joy as he gazed at Su Jingmo to ask him: âDo you?â
âHeh,â Su Jingmo snorted coldly: âYouâre overestimating yourself.â
Right after saying these words, Su Jingmo turned his back on Qin Cheng and walked out of the tombâs stone pavilion.
Qin Cheng, on the other hand, grinned. After all, his heart was flooded with wonderful waves of joy. As he looked at Su Jingmo walking away, he didnât try to catch up with him, instead, he opened his mouth to say: âJingmo, I was indeed quite tired last night! After all, a friend of mine was almost abused by a strong man, and I went to save her with two other friends. We beat him almost to death, and my hands ended up hurting a lot! Then, I was dragged by the police for interrogation, which lasted the entire night! I couldnât sleep at all.â
Qin Chengâs gaze never left Su Jingmoâs figure, so he was able to see how Su Jingmo stopped walking all of a sudden. This action made Qin Cheng unable to hold back a laugh.
âGet out of here.â
Since Su Jingmoâs back was turned to him, Qin Cheng couldnât see what expression Su Jingmo had on his face when he said this, but it did sound like he was still angryâŠ. Qin Cheng coughed lightly, wiped his nose sheepishly, and approached Su Jingmo little by little. When he finally got behind Su Jingmo, Qin Cheng held him firmly, clasping his hands tightly around his body, as if he was trying to merge their bodies together.
âIâm very happy, you know. I, Qin Cheng, really feel like I could die of happiness. My heart is so full of happiness that it feels as if it could explode! When I see you misunderstand something like this, see you get angry for something like this, it makes me extremely happy! Because it just shows how much you care about meâŠ.â
ââŠ.â
âI must have cultivated several lifetimes worth of good fortune to have met you in this life. I donât know why, ever since I saw you for the first time, Iâve always felt that I couldnât move my eyes away from you. As if Iâve been looking for you for innumerable lifetimes. As if I wasnât willing to let go ofâŠ.this opportunity. As if Iâve waited for a long, long timeâŠ.â
Inexplicably, there was a kind of sourness rushing up in Qin Chengâs eyes, turning them red: âNothing else matters. As long as you have me in your heart, thatâs enough for meâŠ.â
The voice that fell on Su Jingmoâs ears was low and trembling, but it seemed as if those emotions had completely enveloped him as well. The moment Qin Cheng mentioned âas if Iâve waited for a long timeâ, Su Jingmoâs heart hurt more than words could say.
â Iâve also waited for a long time, but thereâs no end for meâŠ. â
â More than 1600 years have passed, and no matter how powerful this formation is, it will slowly fade away as time goes byâŠ. This tomb is practically one with my soul, and IâŠ.I can already feel itâŠ. â
It wasnât that Qin Chengâs emotions werenât moving, but Su Jingmo had already seen how all this would endâŠ.
However, at that moment, Su Jingmo didnât want to push Qin Cheng away. Although he was already dead, his soul was still there, and Qin Cheng had done so much for himâŠ.
Qin Cheng didnât want to leave Su Jingmo alone in the dark, so he had been running here day and night just to keep him company. He also brought Su Jingmo boxes filled with books because he was afraid heâd get bored. He was even injured for Su Jingmoâs sakeâŠ.
Su Jingmo, as someone who was used to polygamous relationships, feared the monogamous long-term relationships the most. That after a long-term commitment, before he knew it, he would be unable to leave Qin Cheng behindâŠ.
That gaze thatâs always following him around with a never-ending love, how could he ignore it? How could he not be tempted?
ââŠ.You donât care whatâll happen in the future?â
âI only want you.â Qin Cheng whispered as he buried his head between Su Jingmoâs shoulder and neck.
âYou have a red thread of fate that connects you with someone else. Do you know that?â
âI know, but so what? Youâre the only one I like, the only one Iâm in love with!â
âBut, according to fate, youâll eventually fall in love with someone else!â
As soon as he said these words, Su Jingmo felt Qin Cheng slowly let go of him, making him feel an immense pain in his heart. However, this pain didnât last long. As Qin Cheng walked in front of him, he knelt down on both knees, and said something that shook Su Jingmo to the core.
âPeople in ancient times believed in Gods and vows. At first, I didnât want to believe in these things, but after meeting you, I started to believe. Now, I, Qin Cheng, swear to all the Gods that I will only love Su Jingmo for the rest of my life and in the next as well. If I break this oath, may my soul be scattered away, without being allowed to have a proper death!â
Before Su Jingmo had the time to stop him, Qin Cheng had already made the oath. As soon as Su Jingmo recovered from the shock, he pulled Qin Cheng up and said harshly: âWhat did you do?! Do you want to die?!â
âI still value my life.â As Qin Cheng gazed at the man in front of him, he smiled brightly: âBecause Iâm sure that I will only fall in love with youâŠ. Even if I have a red thread, so what? Even if fate connects me with someone else, so what? Itâs up to me to decide who Iâm in love with or not.â
After saying this, Qin Cheng took Su Jingmoâs hand and placed it on his chest. As he smiled, he said: âSee? My heart is right here, not with the Gods. They canât control itâŠ.â
Jealous Su Jingmo throwing a tantrum is so damn cuteeee †(ÉËĐ·(ËâŁËc)
And Qin Cheng saying all those romantic things, ahh~~Ï(â§Î”âŠÏ) âĄ
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Footnotes
<ol><b>鞥ćéžèźČ</b> <b>jÄ« tĂłng yÄ jiÇng</b> ; Chinese idiom, it mean to talk without communicating / people who donât understand each other.</ol>