Her vision began to blur, and the focus in Fu Ling’s eyes completely dissipated.
……
“Wife, I’m heading to work.”
The woman wearing black-rimmed glasses, with slightly curly hair and a shy smile on her face, had faint dimples appearing on her cheeks.
Fu Ling recognized that person.
That foolish little ghost.
And the person standing opposite the little ghost had the exact same face as her.
Ah, no, it wasn’t that she looked like her.
That person was her.
Fu Ling locked eyes with that other “herself,” and in an instant, the perspective shifted—she became the person within the memory.
The scenes kept changing.
But what remained unchanged was the word “wife” constantly spilling from the little ghost’s lips.
The little ghost was drunk, a tempting flush spreading across her face.
She couldn’t control her body.
She pressed the little ghost down onto the table and, in front of another person, had s*x with her.
The little ghost was foolish.
She even asked stupidly, “Wife, what are you doing? It hurts a little.”
Idiot.
Of course it would hurt after it went in.
Fu Ling felt herself sinking into that sensation, yet at the same time, jealousy surged within her.
That inexplicable jealousy caused the scene to change again.
The little ghost was kissing someone else.
She was furious.
She hit that person.
The little ghost, in turn, hit her.
What followed unfolded in an unexpected direction.
The little ghost left, leaving behind only a body.
Despair and grief spread through her entire being in an instant.
Fu Ling curled up in agony, the overwhelming emotion suffocating her so intensely she could barely breathe.
She wanted to die.
Liu Qiu had left.
Why hadn’t she waited for her?
She had already been trying to change.
She would learn to control her temper.
She would learn how to love someone properly.
She wanted to walk forward with Liu Qiu for the rest of her life.
Why wouldn’t Liu Qiu wait for her?
Qiuqiu, slow down.
I’m coming to find you.
We will meet again.
All the memories were completely absorbed by Fu Ling.
A scalding tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.
Fu Ling reached out and held Liu Qiu tightly, allowing her to take whatever she wanted.
Found her.
She had truly found her.
The black aura in Liu Qiu’s eyes deepened.
The system estimated the situation and sent a jolt of electricity through its host, forcing her to stop her actions.
[Host, are you okay?]
The black mist in Liu Qiu’s eyes receded.
She came back to her senses and immediately released Fu Ling’s lips.
Staring at Fu Ling’s pale face and the tears still clinging to it, Liu Qiu silently apologized.
This had been her only option.
It seemed this Daoist was still a traditional person at heart, probably unable to accept being forcibly kissed by a female ghost.
Liu Qiu pressed her lips together and tried to get up from Fu Ling, only to realize her waist was being held tightly.
She called softly, “Fu Ling, let go of me.”
Fu Ling loosened her hold around Liu Qiu’s waist and instead cupped her face with both hands.
Her fingers trembled lightly.
“Qiuqiu, I’ve found you.”
As she spoke, she curved her lips into a gentle, lingering smile.
Liu Qiu was very familiar with that smile.
It was Bai Qingqing.
“Y-What are you talking about?”
Liu Qiu felt her heart pounding wildly, though as a ghost she had no heart—just the illusion of one racing.
Fu Ling’s thumb gently brushed over the small mole beneath the corner of Liu Qiu’s eye.
“There’s an extra mole, but no matter what, you’re still beautiful.”
“Qiuqiu, I’ll work hard to learn how to love someone. This time, don’t abandon me, okay?”
Her voice trembled at the end.
The despair of losing Liu Qiu once was unforgettable, a pain carved into her very soul.
[System! It really is Bai Qingqing!]
The system glitched for a moment.
[Host, wait—let me report this upward.]
[These two worlds aren’t supposed to be connected.]
“What are you even saying?”
Liu Qiu raised her voice, deliberately putting on an annoyed expression.
Fu Ling blinked.
“Qiuqiu, I’m Bai Qingqing. But in this life, I seem to be called Fu Ling.”
Liu Qiu suddenly broke free from Fu Ling’s hands and turned toward Xiao Chan.
“Your Daoist has gone crazy. Hurry and take her to see a doctor.”
Xiao Chan’s expression was grave, but she didn’t move.
She simply stared at Fu Ling, as if scrutinizing her.
Fu Ling—no, Bai Qingqing—stood up from the ground, her gaze immediately settling on Liu Qiu.
Her dark eyes brimmed with overwhelming love and longing, so intense it seemed ready to spill over.
“Qiuqiu, don’t be afraid of me.”
“I won’t do anything you dislike.”
“Not this time. Never again.”
“Qiuqiu, I missed you so much.”
Tears welled up in Bai Qingqing’s eyes, wetting her pale cheeks, making her look pitiful to the extreme.
Liu Qiu clenched her fingers tightly.
“Daoist, stop saying such things. I’m not close to you.”
She rarely used such a serious tone to say harsh words.
But this time, she truly couldn’t endure it.
What kind of mess was this?
Fu Ling was Bai Qingqing’s reincarnation?
That was insane.
How could a snake demon reincarnate into a human?
“Qiuqiu, you know you can’t lie at all. When you’re flustered, you clench your hands.”
Bai Qingqing spoke slowly, stepping closer to Liu Qiu with each word.
Panic surged within Liu Qiu.
She glanced at the broken window, wanting to escape, but just like before, she couldn’t.
“Qiuqiu… wife… I-I like calling you that.”
The closer Bai Qingqing got, the more Liu Qiu felt like she might faint.
Bai Qingqing was already volatile.
She lashed out at the slightest provocation.
Su Li, injured as she was, wouldn’t stand a chance against her—especially since Fu Ling was a Daoist.
And this world wasn’t like the modern one with strict laws.
[Host! The report’s back.]
[Damn it! The main system says this is a bug triggered by the host and that we have to resolve it ourselves.]
Liu Qiu: [How did I trigger a bug? System, your superior is just as unreliable as you are.]
Truly a useless system and its useless superior.
Though irritated, Liu Qiu knew this wasn’t the time to dwell on it.
How could she make Bai Qingqing believe she wasn’t the Liu Qiu from that world?
Bai Qingqing was clearly convinced.
“Qiuqiu, let’s get married again, okay?”
The voice was right beside her.
Liu Qiu suddenly turned her head and tried to push Bai Qingqing away, but the moment her palm touched her clothes, her wrist was seized.
Bai Qingqing lowered her lashes, feeling the chill in Liu Qiu’s hand, and let out a short, soft laugh.
“Qiuqiu, don’t reject me.”
A tear slid from her eye, dripping onto Liu Qiu’s hand—then passing straight through it.
Liu Qiu struggled.
“Fu Ling, stop acting crazy! What are you even talking about?”
Bai Qingqing lifted her eyes, dark and unfathomable.
“Qiuqiu, why won’t you admit it?”
“You admitted it before. You called my name. Don’t you remember?”
Liu Qiu suddenly recalled that at the very beginning, she had indeed called Bai Qingqing’s name.
But she couldn’t admit it.
Her breathing came in uneven bursts.
“Fu Ling, you misheard. I’ve never called you that.”
Hearing the name “Fu Ling” from Liu Qiu’s lips felt strange to Bai Qingqing, but it didn’t matter.
She didn’t care what Liu Qiu called her.
She only cared about Liu Qiu herself.
Being able to see her again was already the greatest fortune.
It didn’t matter if she denied it.
She would cling to Liu Qiu no matter what.
A flicker of madness passed through Bai Qingqing’s eyes, gone in an instant.
“Qiuqiu, even if you don’t admit it, I won’t blame you.”
Her fingers tightened slightly around Liu Qiu’s wrist.
She craved everything about her.
“Qiuqiu, trust me once, okay?”
Liu Qiu looked at her, utterly helpless.
She couldn’t break free, and frustration and grievance welled up inside her.
She didn’t know how Bai Qingqing had followed her here, but she didn’t want her interfering at all.
With Bai Qingqing like this, she couldn’t leave.
Suddenly, Liu Qiu felt an overwhelming sadness.
Her struggle weakened, tears filling her eyes.
“Can you let go of me?”
Her voice was hoarse and trembling.
Bai Qingqing froze and immediately released her, frantically searching herself for something to wipe away her tears.
“Qiuqiu, don’t cry.”
She found a handkerchief in her clothes and hurriedly used it to gently dab at Liu Qiu’s tears.
“Qiuqiu, I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I always make you cry.”
“Even after seeing you again, I still make you cry.”
Liu Qiu sniffled softly.
“I told you, I’m not close to you. Don’t act like we are.”
Bai Qingqing hummed in acknowledgment.
Her lips curved upward into an extremely gentle smile.
“Not close. We’re… not close.”
But beneath the gentleness lay bitterness.
Saying those words made her heart ache dully.
How could they not be close?
They had been married.
“Qiuqiu, don’t cry anymore.”
Liu Qiu pressed her lips together.
“If you let me leave, I won’t cry.”
Leave—
The word exploded in Bai Qingqing’s mind.
She withdrew her hand and began anxiously tearing at her own hair.
“Leave.”
“No!”
“No, Qiuqiu wants to leave. I said I wouldn’t do things you dislike.”
“No—why do you want to leave me?”
The gentle smile on Bai Qingqing’s face twisted into something distorted.
“Qiuqiu, if you leave, what will I do?”
“You never think about what I’ll do.”
Gradually, the distortion gave way to deeper despair and helplessness.
“I said I wouldn’t do things you hate.”
“Qiuqiu, I hate myself so much.”
Liu Qiu’s eyes widened slightly.
She reached out and grasped Bai Qingqing’s wrist, stopping her movements.
“Don’t… don’t do this.”
Bai Qingqing stilled.
Her hair was already a mess from her pulling.
She looked at Liu Qiu and suddenly broke down in tears, squatting on the ground and curling into herself, her thin body trembling.
“Qiuqiu, I hate myself so much.”
“Why am I so terrible? I’m always doing things you dislike.”
“I should let you go. I should let you leave.”
“But if you leave, what will I do?”
Her words were soaked in sorrow.
Liu Qiu stood frozen, completely at a loss.
How had Bai Qingqing become like this?
Was this really the bug she had caused?
She slowly crouched down as well and hesitantly placed her hand on Bai Qingqing’s shoulder.
“Fu Ling, don’t be like this.”
Liu Qiu wasn’t soft-hearted, but she wasn’t hard-hearted either.
She was simply an ordinary person who liked beautiful things and felt pity for those who seemed pitiful.
Seeing Bai Qingqing like this made her heart ache.
In her memories, Bai Qingqing had never been like this.
The system had said that after she left, that world would fabricate a personality to replace her.
But looking at Bai Qingqing now, she clearly hadn’t lived well.
Bai Qingqing lifted her head, tears smearing her cheeks.
“Qiuqiu, don’t leave me.”
Liu Qiu parted her lips, hesitating.
Seeing the pain on Bai Qingqing’s face, she ultimately said nothing.
Forget it.
There was no point discussing this now.
At the very least, Su Li should be safe.
“Fu Ling, I’m not the Qiuqiu you’re talking about.”
“My name is Liu Qiu. I’m from Liu Family Village. My father is Liu Tieniu, my mother is Fang Lian. I have two younger sisters and one wife.”
“You know that. My wife is a demon. And I’m already dead.”
“Maybe the Qiuqiu you’re talking about looks like me, but she never left Liu Family Village and has never met you before.”
Liu Qiu spoke as gently and evenly as she could.
Since Bai Qingqing had already reincarnated as Fu Ling, she should have her own family and friends now.
She shouldn’t cling to the past.
She should choose the future.
Given enough time, once Bai Qingqing encountered new people and experiences, she would surely get better.
Lost in thought, Liu Qiu failed to notice Bai Qingqing’s gaze growing darker.
Bai Qingqing took the hand resting on her shoulder and held it in her palm, pressing it lightly against her cheek.
“Qiuqiu, your wife is me.”
She had this world’s memories.
She knew Liu Qiu had married another demon.
But it didn’t matter.
Qiuqiu was already dead.
Her connection to that fox demon was gone.
They could start over.
Even after reincarnation, they had met again.
This was fate.
She and Liu Qiu were destined for each other.
Liu Qiu pressed her lips together, frustration rising.
Bai Qingqing simply wasn’t listening.
But ignoring her felt cruel.
She hadn’t forgotten that when Su Li left, the affection value had risen by five points.
That meant Bai Qingqing was counted as a target too.
Even though the system had said Fu Ling wasn’t.
[System, you’re really useless. Are other people’s systems this incompetent too?]
The system had no reply.
Because it was true—it couldn’t provide any substantial help.
Bai Qingqing’s eyes were red as she gazed at Liu Qiu with infatuation, as if trying to carve her face into her bones and soul.
“Qiuqiu, we are destined by heaven.”
“Even in death, we will never be separated.”
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