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Join the Server“Ah?” Lu Yang’s jaw nearly dropped.
“Chen Wan, though still within the realm of a Special Grade demon, has shed her previous obsession with ‘hatred’.”
“Now, only a sense of unfulfilled yearning remains—a profound regret for not having experienced a complete life.”
Xiao Moyuan analyzed,
“Her danger level has significantly decreased, and her soul body has become much clearer. She is no longer considered a malevolent spirit.”
He paused, gazing at the ethereal spirit hovering silently in the air, its eyes brimming with tears as it watched them:
“You do indeed bear a responsibility to help her fulfill her final wish and guide her truly into reincarnation.”
No sooner had the words left his lips than Chen Wan’s spirit body underwent a further transformation, as if to confirm Xiao Moyuan’s pronouncement.
She slowly descended to the ground, her form becoming more substantial.
The formerly hazy light and shadow gradually sharpened, revealing a complete human figure. Her dark hair was tied into a simple ponytail, a white shirt paired with a blue long skirt, and on her feet were clean white sneakers.
Her face now held a hint of color, and her eyes were bright and clear. If not for her slightly transparent body and the spiritual aura shimmering around her, she would have looked like any ordinary, delicate university student.
Compared to her initial appearance—pale-faced, hollow-eyed, and filled with resentment—she was now pure, quiet, and well-behaved, exuding the gentle charm exclusive to classical young women.
Lu Yang’s eyes were glued to her.
He admitted that Chen Wan’s looks might not be as refined or vibrant as Su Mian’s, but her quiet demeanor, her innocent purity untouched by the world, and her subtle scholarly air… these were definitely traits he found appealing.
Seeing his stunned expression, Qin Xuan coolly added a jab:
“Looks like she’s your type.”
Lu Yang snapped back to reality, his face flushing crimson as he stammered,
“But… but she’s still a ghost, isn’t she? How can I have a normal relationship with her?”
“And… and besides, she might not even like me…”
At that moment, Qin Xuan quickly pulled out his phone, his fingers flying across the screen.
Seconds later, Su Mian’s phone vibrated.
Su Mian took out her phone, puzzled, and saw the message from Qin Xuan:
[Su Mian, check the group chat! Play along with me!]
She tapped open the club chat and saw a long message Qin Xuan had just sent, detailing the current situation and proposing a bold idea.
Su Mian quickly scanned through it, her eyes lighting up, a smile unconsciously curving her lips.
She put away her phone, took a deep breath, and stepped forward.
Xiao Moyuan instinctively reached out to stop her, but seeing the subtle hint in her eyes, he halted his movement. He remained vigilant, however, ready to intervene at any moment.
Su Mian once again channeled her demon power. Though greatly depleted, she could still manage simple communication.
A faint golden aura extended towards Chen Wan, establishing a gentle mental link.
“Chen Wan, Senior Sister…”
Su Mian’s voice was gentle and sincere,
“Actually, my friend, Lu Yang… he deeply admires you.”
Lu Yang exclaimed “Ah?” from behind, but Qin Xuan silenced him with a glance.
Su Mian continued,
“His last few words were not meant to offend. He simply felt sympathy and regret for your situation, believing that a wonderful girl like you should have a complete life… including love.”
“But he’s also a very shy person and isn’t very good at expressing his feelings…”
As Su Mian spoke, she glanced towards Lu Yang. At that moment, Lu Yang was beet red and flustered, perfectly fitting the description of “shy.”
“So,”
Su Mian turned to Chen Wan, a smile in her eyes,
“Senior Sister, would you be willing to give him a chance, and… fall in love with him?”
She specifically added,
“Of course, you can take some time to get to know each other first.”
“After all, feelings need to be nurtured, don’t they?”
“Su Mian, don’t you…”
Lu Yang finally couldn’t hold back, but his words were cut short as Qin Xuan clapped a hand over his mouth from behind.
Qin Xuan whispered in his ear,
“You have to take full responsibility for Chen Wan. Besides, I saw your eyes light up earlier when you looked at her. Isn’t this development exactly what you wanted?”
Lu Yang: “……” He found himself unable to refute it.
Hua Liang also walked over, patting Lu Yang’s shoulder, his tone half-teasing, half-serious:
“Young man, if you’re going to save someone, save them all the way. If you’re sending a Buddha, send them to the Western Paradise.”
“You’re accumulating great merit here.”
Xiao Moyuan spoke, “The current Chen Wan’s soul body is clear; she won’t intentionally harm anyone. Moreover…”
He glanced at Lu Yang,
“I think he’s quite willing.”
Everyone looked at Lu Yang, who, despite his flushed face and awkward expression, kept stealing glances at Chen Wan. The shyness and curiosity in his eyes were undeniable.
Suddenly, Su Mian thought of something, her eyes sparkling, and she continued speaking to Chen Wan;
“Oh, Senior Sister Chen Wan, my friend here is an athlete. He’s one eighty-three centimeters tall, and has a great physique.”
Lu Yang indeed had a good physique; long-term exercise had given him well-proportioned muscles and a tall, upright posture.
“Most importantly,”
Su Mian emphasized, enunciating each word carefully,
“He’s never been in a relationship; he’s a pure-hearted virgin!”
The last two words she spoke were exceptionally clear, ringing out loudly in the silent night sky.
Lu Yang’s face instantly turned crimson to his ears; he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into:
“Su Mian! You—”
But his words abruptly stopped.
Because Chen Wan, who had been listening quietly, clearly had a spark in her eyes when she heard the keywords “never been in a relationship” and “virgin.”
It was a curious, interested, and even slightly shy glint.
Nineteen-year-old girls have a natural fondness for “pure-hearted boys”—this is timeless, a resonance unique to youth.
Chen Wan slowly drifted towards Lu Yang.
Her movements were as light as the wind, her skirt gently fluttering in the night.
Moonlight spilled upon her, bathing her in a soft, silvery glow, making her appear ethereal and otherworldly.
Lu Yang froze completely, stammering,
“You… hello… um… I… my name is Lu Yang…”
Seeing his pure and shy demeanor, Chen Wan suddenly let out a soft chuckle.
Her laughter was clear as a bell, full of girlish playfulness and joy, completely breaking the previous somber atmosphere.
She looked beautiful when she smiled, her eyes curving into crescent moons, and two shallow dimples appearing at the corners of her lips.
“I know your name is Lu Yang.”
Chen Wan’s voice was soft, laced with amusement,
“Thank you for saying I’m pretty just now.”
Lu Yang’s face grew even redder, his tongue tied: “I… I was just telling the truth…”
Chen Wan smiled again, then looked at him earnestly, her eyes filled with inquiry:
“You… are you really willing?”
“To… be in a relationship with me?”
The question was so direct that Lu Yang’s brain instantly crashed.
He opened his mouth but no sound came out, so he could only nod vigorously.
The light in Chen Wan’s eyes grew brighter.
She extended a transparent hand, seemingly wanting to touch Lu Yang’s face, but stopped just before contact, as if afraid her spiritual touch might startle him.
In the next second, her form suddenly transformed into a stream of light, pouring towards Lu Yang like a cascading galaxy!
Lu Yang was startled, instinctively wanting to dodge, but the stream of light was too fast, instantly merging into his chest.
“Ah!”
He cried out, patting himself frantically, his face filled with horror as he looked at everyone,
“Where… where did she go?”
“Did she enter my body?”
“Will she drain me dry?”
The legend of ghosts draining human vitality was a common belief.
Lu Yang’s mind was currently filled with terrifying images of himself turning into a dried husk.
Xiao Moyuan calmly said,
“Chen Wan has accepted you. You can understand it as her temporarily attaching herself to you, which will make it easier for you two to communicate.”
He paused, adding, “Tonight, you two can have a good talk.”
The words were laden with meaning, and Lu Yang’s face exploded into crimson once more.
Xiao Moyuan no longer paid him any mind, turning to Su Mian, his voice suddenly softening:
“Baby, let’s go home.”
The endearment made Su Mian momentarily stunned, her face slightly warm:
“Just… just leave? But, Lu Yang…”
“It’s fine.”
Xiao Moyuan naturally took her hand,
“Chen Wan is slowly recovering her will and personality from before she died; she won’t casually harm anyone. Moreover…”
He glanced at Lu Yang, a barely perceptible smile flashing in his eyes,
“No need to disturb your roommate while he’s on a date.”
Since Xiao Moyuan said so, Su Mian also believed that Lu Yang would truly be in no danger. She called out to Lu Yang:
“Boss Lu, I’m entrusting Chen Wan’s matter to you!”
“I’m feeling a bit sleepy now, so I’m heading back first!”
Lu Yang looked pitiful, almost wailing:
“Mianzi! Are you really going to abandon me like this?”
He was indeed scared—after hearing that Chen Wan had attached herself to him, he felt a prickling sensation on his scalp and was completely ill at ease.
“I’ve heard that female ghosts drain people’s yang energy!”
“She won’t drain me dry, will she…” Lu Yang’s voice trembled.
Xiao Moyuan calmly explained,
“In order to establish a connection with you, it’s inevitable that she’ll absorb a little of your vital energy, as a spirit body needs energy to sustain itself.”
“But don’t worry, she won’t drain you completely; at most, you’ll feel a bit tired.”
He looked at Lu Yang, then added a reminder:
“By the way, Chen Wan can hear you now. She can hear everything you’re saying. If you make her unhappy…”
Xiao Moyuan didn’t finish, but his unspoken words made Lu Yang instantly clamp his mouth shut, his eyes wide.
Qin Xuan walked over, patted Lu Yang’s shoulder, his tone mixing sympathy with a hint of schadenfreude:
“Good luck, brother. But look on the bright side…”
“This might be the most unique romantic experience of your life.”
Hua Liang and Xue li also cast sympathetic glances at Lu Yang, then followed Xiao Moyuan and Su Mian away.
The clearing was soon left with only Lu Yang—or rather, one person and one attached spirit.
The night wind blew, rustling the leaves.
The moonlight was cold and clear, casting his shadow long.
Lu Yang stood rigidly in place, not daring to move.
He could feel it—it wasn’t an illusion, but a genuine sensation.
There was a slightly cool, yet not cold, touch on his chest, as if someone was gently leaning there.
He could feel an consciousness not his own, carefully touching his mind, curiously exploring his memories and emotions.
“Chen… Chen Wan?”
He tentatively whispered.
No sound answered.
But the coolness on his chest moved slightly, as if nodding.
Lu Yang swallowed hard, struggling to speak:
“So… what do we do now?”
Still no sound. But suddenly, his body moved uncontrollably.
It wasn’t being manipulated, but a gentle guidance.
His feet began to move on their own, heading in the direction of the dorms.
Each step was steady, but Lu Yang’s heart pounded like a drum.
He could feel that Chen Wan was looking at the campus through his eyes, seeing the streetlights, the buildings, everything familiar yet strange to her. He could sense her curiosity, her nostalgia, and a faint trace of sadness.
“Um…”
Lu Yang spoke again, his voice much softer this time,
“If you want to see the school now, I can take you around. Though it’s changed quite a bit…”
The coolness on his chest suddenly became a little warmer.
Lu Yang didn’t know if this was good or bad, but he suddenly felt… it wasn’t so scary after all.
“Anyway,” he murmured to himself, yet also as if speaking to Chen Wan, “Let’s get along well.”
This time, he felt… a clear response.
Not a sound, but an emotion, a gentle, smiling emotion.
Lu Yang’s lips also curved upwards unconsciously.
Perhaps… this really was a very special experience.
***
On the way back, Su Mian fell asleep in Xiao Moyuan’s car.
She didn’t even know when they arrived home, only remembering the solid, warm embrace when Xiao Moyuan carried her out of the car. His movements were extremely gentle, as if he were handling a fragile treasure.
She was gently placed on the bed and tucked in.
Hazily, she felt someone touch her forehead, fingertips slightly cool, the touch very tender.
Then a very, very soft voice, close to her ear, with a tenderness never heard during the day:
“Good night, baby.”
Su Mian wanted to respond, but drowsiness surged like a tide, completely engulfing her.
Just before falling into a deep sleep, she felt a soft kiss land on her forehead, like a feather brushing past, like moonlight falling.
That night, she dreamt no dreams.
Meanwhile, in another corner of the city, Lu Yang’s night was just beginning.
He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling with open eyes.
The coolness on his chest had become gentle, like a quiet companion.
He could feel Chen Wan’s consciousness, like a curious kitten, cautiously exploring his world.
“What books did you… used to like to read?”
Lu Yang suddenly asked in a low voice.
This time, there was a response.
Not a sound, but a series of images, directly appearing in his mind: a window seat in the library, sunlight filtering through plane tree leaves onto the book pages, a girl reading with her head bowed, her profile quiet and beautiful…
“I liked that spot too.”
Lu Yang smiled,
“But the library has been renovated now; the windows are bigger, and the sunlight is even better.”
Another series of images: the literature club’s activity room, a group of young people gathered, discussing, some reciting poetry, some debating points of view, Chen Wan sitting in a corner, diligently taking notes, occasionally looking up and smiling…
“The literature club still exists, but the activity room has changed. I have a classmate in the literature club; I can take you to see it sometime.”
There was a moment of quiet.
Then, Lu Yang felt an emotion.
Curious, expectant, and a little shy.
“Do you… want me to read poetry to you?” he guessed.
The warmth in his chest deepened.
Lu Yang smiled, reaching for a poetry collection from his bedside table.
He opened a page and, by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, began to read softly:
“If I love you—
I will never be a climbing trumpet creeper,
Showing off on your tall branches;
If I love you—
I will never learn from a lovesick bird,
Repeating monotonous songs for the green shade…”
His voice flowed gently through the silent room.
On his chest, that warm feeling became increasingly distinct, as if smiling, as if listening, as if… experiencing the tenderness of night that had been unfelt for twenty-four years.
Lu Yang finished one poem, paused for a moment, and then cautiously asked:
“Um… my voice might not be good, do you think it’s okay?”
He felt Chen Wan’s consciousness gently tap his chest, as if nodding.
“Then… shall I read another one?”
The warm feeling became even clearer.
Lu Yang smiled, continuing to turn the page.
This night, for many, was an end.
But for others, it was an unexpected beginning.
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