Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess

Time quietly passed by like the gentle flow of a stream, and now only one day remained until the forty-ninth day.

During this time, Jiang Shouzhong and Li Guanshi had barely set foot outside the cave.

Either they were exchanging words or engaging in deeper exchanges.

Their spirits and emotions intertwined, bodies and souls merged, drawing them ever closer to each other's souls.

As the final day approached, a sorrow akin to a life-and-death separation weighed heavily on Jiang Shouzhong's heart, leaving no room for fanciful thoughts, only endless melancholy.

"Are you reluctant to part?"

Li Guanshi nestled quietly in the man's arms, asking softly.

Compared to Jiang Shouzhong's melancholy and fretful appearance, her demeanor appeared exceptionally calm.

Jiang Shouzhong gently caressed the woman's smooth-as-cream shoulder and sighed, "If I said I wasn't reluctant, heaven would strike me down, do you believe me?"

Li Guanshi chuckled softly, "And what about your other confidantes? Are you also reluctant to leave them?"

Jiang Shouzhong shamelessly said, "Also reluctant."

"Yes, your heart holds so much reluctance. Why cling to only me?"

Li Guanshi's jade hand lifted and gently stroked the new stubble on the man's face, her tone growing softer,

"Time is the most merciless yet effective medicine; it gradually fades everything. No matter how reluctant, people and things are, they eventually become easier to let go with the passage of time."

Jiang Shouzhong sighed helplessly, "So, are you really determined to ascend?"

A strand of hair fell like silk, conveniently covering the woman's eyes, making it impossible to discern her current expression.

Li Guanshi did not respond; instead, she grasped the man's hand and gently placed it on her chest, her voice as soft as a dream:

"I'm not sure if I have developed feelings for you during these days together.

But as soon as I think about our impending separation, here, it feels like something is pulling at me hard, and it hurts a bit.

Jiang Shouzhong, tell me, is there a way to make it stop hurting?"

"Don't leave, and it won't hurt."

Jiang Shouzhong said.

Li Guanshi seemed to have guessed he would respond this way.

She lifted her alluringly graceful face and lightly kissed the corner of the man's mouth, then smiled, "But if I don't leave, I might die. What then?"

Jiang Shouzhong was stunned.

His lips trembled, wanting to say something, but it was as if something was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a word.

Seeing him in this state, Li Guanshi couldn't help but smile gently.

The woman reached out a jade-like finger, lightly tapping the man's forehead with a playful tone, "Just joking, I'll stay."

"Really?"

Jiang Shouzhong's eyes lit up.

Li Guanshi extended her pinky, gently hooking it around the man's pinky, her eyes curved as she smiled, "If I'm lying, then I'm a little dog."

...

The next morning, dawn's light gently spilled through the crevices of the cave onto Jiang Shouzhong's face.

Jiang Shouzhong slowly awoke from his drowsiness, instinctively reaching out beside him, only to find cold bedding.

The familiar figure had vanished.

The fragrant scent that lingered in his heart was also gone from the air.

His cultivation had fully recovered.

Despite having anticipated this and mentally prepared himself, when this moment truly arrived, Jiang Shouzhong's heart ached unbearably, feeling as if an invisible hand was twisting his heart.

In the end, he failed.

He couldn't keep hold of that woman as radiant as the sun.

"If you want to cry, just let it out."

While Jiang Shouzhong immersed himself in endless loss and sorrow, a melodious voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Jiang Shouzhong instinctively turned his head.

There, residing in Er Liang's body, was Jiang Wan, now appearing in the cave seemingly out of nowhere.

At this moment, she was sitting on a stone stool, holding a string of candied fruit, eating with delight as her slender legs swung back and forth, looking particularly leisurely.

Jiang Shouzhong said flatly, "I thought you'd been caught by that monk."

"I ran fast!" Jiang Wan smiled with her eyes, "Luckily, your good brother Zhang Yunwu was standing upfront, allowing me to escape successfully."

As she spoke, her voice paused slightly, and the smile faded a little from her face,

"But now your brother has been caught by the Esoteric Sect's Saint Buddha. I couldn't think of a way to save him, and he's probably already been refined back to a relic by now."

Jiang Shouzhong furrowed his brows and shook his head:

"No, Guanshi mentioned that even if the protector deity of the Esoteric Sect uses the relic to reincarnate, with a Dharma Aspect spirit, it won't be easily refined."

"Guanshi..."

Jiang Wan came to the bedside, tilting her head and looking at Jiang Shouzhong with a bright smile, "Such intimacy in the address; now you know the allure of that woman."

Jiang Shouzhong tiredly rubbed his temples and asked, "Did she ask you to come and comfort me?"

Jiang Wan shook her graceful head, "I came a few days ago to take care of something at the South Sea Holy Sect, but I happened to see you two here, so I didn't disturb you. Of course, Li Guanshi must have sensed my presence."

Jiang Shouzhong looked disheartened, a hint of wistful loss in his voice as he asked, "When will she ascend?"

"That I don't know, maybe in a couple of days."

As Jiang Wan spoke, she took a painting from her sleeve and handed it to Jiang Shouzhong.

"What is this?"

Jiang Shouzhong frowned.

Unfolding it, he found the painted figure was himself.

In the painting, he was depicted vividly, even more dashing and handsome than in reality, especially with a regal presence between his brows that seemed to penetrate the paper.