The cold moonlight shone in through the cracks of the window, illuminating Yun Qianâs face.
My husband is human.
No matter that he possesses immortality, he will certainly give it up.
Even if most of Yun Qianâs memories were âsealedâ, she still understands this.
To him, no matter which lifetime, no matter what kind of world, he is simply an ordinary âpersonââat least thatâs what he believes.
And as long as one is human, one will certainly die, one cannot possess eternal life.
Just as he said at the start, just as he is destined to say in the futureâoften itâs precisely because we will die that living has meaning; precisely because we will die that staying together for a lifetime becomes a romantic thing; precisely because life will inevitably end that meeting oneself can be happiness.
[She] couldnât understand these words until now, because she herself didnât even have a concept of life and death.
Thus, if following Xu Changâanâs logic, [she] has no significance of existence... Therefore, after one parting, [she] finally had her own name and would appear beside him in the state of âYun Qianâ.
âYun Qianâ is different from [her], Yun Qian does not have eternal life, and when Xu Changâan dies again as an ordinary human, Yun Qianâs life will also end, stored away in the Treasure Vault.
Then a question naturally arises.
My husband is human, he only wishes to be human.
So... am I human?
If it were before, she wouldnât know the answer.
But at this moment, she has the name Yun Qian.
Thatâs right.
Ever since she met this young man named "Xu Changâan" by the sea, the doll called âYun Qianâ has been infused with vigor and soul, she neednât just quietly watch him from the side without being able to approach, as in his so-called âpast livesâ.
She can be quietly watched by him.
She only needs to reach out her hand to touch his cheek and enjoy the gaze that hasnât turned cold... Isnât this the best thing in the world?
As long as sheâs by his side, sheâs not just a segment of memory named Yun Qian, but a real, living person.
As Yun Qian, she has been held close to her husbandâs heart more than once to listen to the heartbeat, and what he hears is no longer empty but a faint yet continuous heartbeat. Similarly... Yun Qian also really enjoys hearing his heartbeat, pressing her ear against her husbandâs chest, those powerful accelerating sounds, each beat like a heavy hammer striking her heart.
The usually unperturbed Miss Yun, in those moments, feels a sense of security that even impacts her Mental Realm.
âBy using a name, temporarily becoming a person.â
This is the most clumsy, but also the most intelligent way of companionship she could imagine.
But...
Ultimately, giving up a name... doesnât count as death.
Yun Qian doesnât have any avatars, her so-called death, so-called entering the Treasure Vault, is nothing more than the storage of a segment of memory. Essentially, each one is [her].
On the island, barefoot while reading a novel is [her].
Dressed by Xu Changâan is [her].
Drinking with Xu Changâan, moderately intoxicated is [her].
Gazing at the stars with Xu Changâan is [her].
Being able to enjoy a moment of joyâ
is also [her].
Essentially, she is not a girl named Yun Qian, just someone who named that segment of experience âYun Qianâ... So, does this count as reincarnation?
No, it doesnât.
Yun Qian knows very well, compared to her husbandâs changes, this certainly doesnât count as reincarnation, but Miss Yun couldnât find a better choice. Even if she wants to genuinely enter reincarnation with Xu Changâan, that fragile place, she couldnât even step in, probably just looking would cause it to collapse.
Yun Qian withdrew her gaze from the window, then glanced in the direction where Xu Changâan and Li Zhibai departed.
Xu Changâanâs question has an answer.
When meeting again in the future, will it still be the same person?
It will.
The same person.
âAh...â
At this moment, Yun Qianâs blinking frequency slightly increased, because the occasional memories she reveals always bring her some strange experiences, even making Miss Yun show a helpless expression.
At this moment, recalling those past times while being Yun Qian, inevitably, Liu Mei frowns slightly... and even gently sighs.
For example, not knowing how long ago, the call of "Mother" from her husband...
That call has passed a lifetime.
She touched her chest, feeling a very peculiar sensation.
As Yun Qian, she cannot imagine what it would feel like when her husband, as a child, chased after her calling "Mother," but Yun Qian actually doesnât mind, because even when called Mother, at least theyâre together, better than just being a bystander.
Tilting her head, Yun Qian supported her face looking out the window, her gaze peaceful, some memories slowly surfacing like bubbles pressed underwater, blooming into flowers on the waterâs surface, creating a sea of flowers, swaying when the wind blows.
Every flower, is a name.
Because itâs beautiful, itâs a flower.
"..."
Every husband should have every corresponding girl.
But every corresponding girl is herself.
Is this a good thing?
Maybe not.
So Yun Qian likes this lifetime, or rather... likes that past life of Xu Changâan unbeknownst to her, in that life, Li Zhibai was the main wife, that Li Zhibai wasnât a name she took, but a genuine ordinary woman.
At that time, there was already a relationship beside him, and not just one... Clearly a good thing, but why, why when opening her eyes, was she called over by him?
Inconsistency between heart and actions.
My husband is always inconsistent between heart and actions.
If he really doesnât like, even detests reincarnation as he says, then itâs impossible that one day, when remembering something, he realizes heâs not there, and calls for her.
Even now, Xu Changâan verbally says he doesnât like reincarnation, but Yun Qian wouldnât simply believe it so easily, she will remember every word Xu Changâan says, and when alone, slowly think whether itâs his true intention, or another inconsistency between heart and actions.
Saying he doesnât like reincarnation, Miss Yun wouldnât believe so easily.
Knowing this, so after âYun Qian,â [she] will certainly have a new name, and as for past ones... the sea of flowers in memory gradually fades, those emerging names again slowly submerge.
Set a small goal.
Next name, not to be called "Mother."
ââ
Under the eaves, Li Zhibai listened to Xu Changâan report the matter of time being suspended, after a long silence, looked at him.
"Changâan, do you believe in reincarnation?"