My Wife Is The Final Boss

Chapter 459: 0282 Miss Yun, Bearing Guilt, Also Prays to God (Two in One)



Xu Chang'an also had nightmares.

However, his nightmares were not so different from ordinary people's.

In simple terms, they were a mix of confusion and desire, leaving him unable to figure out the ugly things he dreamed and could not share with others, even when awake, he felt nauseated as if he'd drunk a witch's potion filled with sickening bubbles.

Hmm.

He wasn't afraid because of nightmares, no matter how terrifying, instead, he felt disgusted—because they led to self-recrimination, and upon waking, he felt guilty realizing the dream stemmed from his own inner desires.

It was a sense of guilt.

Just like tossing and turning with a girl all night in a dream, then waking up feeling refreshed and extremely ashamed of himself.

Compared to him, Miss Yun's nightmares were simpler; she merely thought of past events that had happened to her, and that was enough to count as a nightmare.

If the girl still had her eyes open, Xu Chang'an would find she was only calm, like the obvious stillness in her eyes that concealed nothing and could be seen through to the end.

As for her feelings...

On a lesser scale, there was a hollow dug in her heart, forever losing her previous names, and temporarily losing those who could call upon her, the whole person seemed like a rootless duckweed, a void where nothing could be seen.

Such extreme calm, that aimless wandering when he wasn't around, she used to not care—if she had never seen something beautiful.

"..."

Losing one's name truly is a terrifying thing.

The girl could obtain everything if she wished, but inexplicably couldn't stop the disappearance of names... because it was a piece of memory she actively put away after he left.

How many of these names had she lost?

In the sea mist, how many girls like Yun Qian were hidden?

She did not know.

She only knew that, "Yun Qian" would inevitably become another hollow and turn into a lost name.

Thus, such a thing was an absolute nightmare for Miss Yun.

But...

Loss, because it was once possessed.

Even if a huge hollow appeared in her heart, she knew shortly thereafter... there would be someone able to fill it up again, even if he changed his name or appearance, he would always exist there.

Soon, the girl would wait for the young man to hold her hand and gently pull her from the bottomless sea, at that time... she would see the light she loved again.

When did she start liking him?

Was it in the words of daily life, in the details of living?

Not necessarily.

Perhaps it was from that moment—from each meeting.

In each instance of waiting and every meeting, the hope in her eyes would brighten a bit—the darker it was in loss, the brighter it would be when encountered.

"..."

In the dream.

Yun Qian slowly opened her eyes, looking at the void around her, yet her heart was incredibly full, because she knew this was only a nightmare, and outside... her husband was taking advantage and kissing the corner of her lips.

Feeling the urge to laugh because she was very happy.

Unfortunately, time held no meaning for her, but it did for Xu Chang'an.

So most of her emotions had to be tucked away, otherwise, such heavy, unspeakable depths of feelings, he... would not like them.

What kind of emotions would he like, what could he accept?

Yun Qian stood at the mountain's top, looking down, thus knowing.

Below was Beisang City.

She could take in all the happenings in the river of time.

In Beisang City, there was a girl very much worth her fondness, worthy of her learning.

Although she liked Xu Chang'an just the same, she did not bring pressure to him.

Qingluo.

Yun Qian was diligently learning what called guilt, now she already understood a thing or two.

She did not have shame, but she could have guilt.

Disturbing his beautiful worldly life, oppressing him with emotions, oblivious to cherishing, ruining his original marriage... truly a heinous person.

This was her guilt, and it only grew when seeing Liu Qingluo's earnest praying face under the moonlight.

Once a Wine Lady, Liu Qingluo would, after her daily busy work, drive to the small shabby temple to worship Buddha and pray.

Yun Qian heard the contents of her prayer, then felt this girl as someone she could learn from.

She could even learn from Gu Qiancheng, so naturally, Liu Qingluo could too.

——

Once under the moonlight, Liu Qingluo bore a pious expression—though she faced only a wooden, lacquered Buddha statue.

"May God bless, grant the young master condensed wisdom, grant the young master incisive courage, grant the young master unhindered freedom..."

Kneeling before the Buddha statue, Liu Qingluo was very uneasy, seemingly wondering if such an unclean person praying for the young master would have a contrary effect.

Worried if God would consider her background too humble, so she dared not make too presumptuous wishes.

It was said, cultivation is very dangerous, and the young master is still young...

Thus she knelt before the statue, lowering her head in earnest prayer.

"All-knowing, all-powerful Immortal God, I beseech you, protect... my God."

Always understanding self-restraint, Liu Qingluo, during worshipping and praying, could say the most courageous yet shameful words of her life, slowly releasing her silent, yet fervent liking buried deep in her heart.

Because no one heard, she only prayed, wouldn't bring trouble to the young master.

——

Yun Qian: "..."

Is Liu Qingluo that kind of a good girl?

Yun Qian did not know.

She only knew she liked her very much, because she not only prayed to God; her husband was also Liu Qingluo's God.


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