My First Husband After Transmigration

Chapter 94

After a while.

He smiled and said, "So Brother He is here too."

He Bi remained silent.

Nangong Xue glanced at Yang Nianqing, her phoenix eyes dimming slightly: "Brother He, do you have something to say?"

He Bi looked at him and said, "He is my friend."

Nangong Xue remained silent. (88)

He Bi suddenly said coldly, "You are also my friend."

After saying that, he turned and left.

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Blessings from friends are always a joy.

Thinking back to when she was leaving, even the usually stern Qiu Bailu reached out and patted Nangong Xue on the shoulder, revealing a rare smile: "Be careful on the road, and have a good journey."

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New green leaves have covered the branches, creating a misty scene. A few small birds fly happily by, and the scenery of early spring is indeed bright and beautiful.

The carriage moved slowly forward, and a vibrant spring scene was framed by the window, making the interior of the carriage bright and clear. Yang Nianqing's mood gradually improved, and she decided to leave the unhappy things behind.

She thought for a moment, then started telling jokes.

Nangong Xue simply watched her quietly, his eyes filled with pure joy. No matter how funny her jokes were, he always smiled gently yet brightly.

Do you regret it?

Yang Nianqing was speaking animatedly when she suddenly heard this sentence and was taken aback.

He looked at her: "Do you regret it?"

She slowly lowered her head.

He sighed softly, "If we regret it, we can..."

“I’m not going back,” Yang Nianqing immediately shook her head and laughed, “I don’t want to go back. I keep running into dead people; it’s really unlucky. I’d rather go to Nangong Villa and cause you trouble.”

Nangong Xue looked at her for a while, then suddenly took her hand and said, "That's good. No matter what happens along the way, let's not go back, okay?"

Yang Nianqing didn't like retracing her steps, so she nodded in agreement: "Okay."

"really?"

Unexpectedly, such a wise and calm person would ask such a childish question, as if afraid that the other party would renege on the debt. Yang Nianqing couldn't help but laugh and counted on his fingers: "How can an adult lie to a child?"

Nangong Xue couldn't help but laugh.

In a short while, he regained his usual elegance.

A soft ray of sunlight slanted in through the car window, warmly illuminating his face. Perhaps due to the accident last night, his handsome face was so pale it was heartbreaking.

Yet at this moment, a relieved smile spread across his pale face, so clear and light, melting into the fresh air, making him and his whole being as harmonious as the flowing water and gentle breeze of early spring.

Yang Nianqing was lost in thought. (34)

A sudden, intense unease welled up within her. She was a little afraid—such a smile was too noble, too pure, too moving, so unreal that it would surely arouse the jealousy of the heavens.

Leaning against his arm, she said softly, "Brother Nangong."

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There was no answer, but his gaze was questioning.

Yang Nianqing remained silent. (84)

Seeing that she remained silent after being called out, Nangong Xue shook her head and smiled, patting her hand.

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The tender grass along the riverbank is lush and green, and in the warm sunshine, the ripples on the water appear even more shimmering.

A slight chill still lingered in the air as it slanted in through the window, accompanied by the sounds of shepherd's flutes and birdsong. The rhythmic creaking of the wheels beneath us created a beautiful symphony of nature.

Humans are also extremely beautiful.

Although her complexion looked worse, it was still enveloped in a soft and elegant glow, and her expression was very calm, with all traces of melancholy gone.

They've already left, nothing's wrong, you're just being paranoid...

Ignoring her unease, Yang Nianqing held his arm tightly, not telling him that she was only so anxious to keep him by her side because she was afraid that he would suddenly disappear from her sight.

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"Um, Brother Nangong, how long does it take to get to your house?"

“Our home.” He looked at her, smiled, and corrected her, “Our home.”

My heart suddenly warmed up.

When someone is lonely, home is such an alluring word, especially for Yang Nianqing, who has come to ancient times alone and has just been wandering the treacherous world for several months. From now on, nothing else matters to them. Even if no one understands her, even if everyone leaves her, at least she still has him.

Is it him...? 59

Seeing her in a daze, Nangong Xue pursed her lips slightly, and a rare teasing look appeared in her gentle phoenix eyes: "This little girl has always been very thick-skinned, but now she can be shy?"

This handsome guy is more prone to shyness.

Yang Nianqing immediately glared at him, then moved closer to his face with a mischievous grin: "It's not that I'm shy, it's just that I'm really curious about such a handsome guy in front of me..."

Nangong Xue found it amusing and interrupted her: "It certainly won't be anything nice."

Seeing his unusually happy expression, Yang Nianqing felt much relieved: "Um... I'm just wondering, have you actually been to that building... Don't you dislike women?"

Nangong Xue was clearly used to it, so she no longer blushed. She just suppressed a laugh and scolded, "You're being naughty again! If I don't like women, what do I like?"

"That's easy, take men for example..."

"Nonsense!"

Yang Nianqing, feigning dejection after being hit hard on the head, sat back down and said, "I was just teasing you. If you're petty, I won't tease you anymore."

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Half a day.

A pair of hands reached out and tightly grasped both of her hands.

"How could I be angry?" he murmured, looking at the person nestled beside him. "Brother Nangong, don't be angry. Let it be like this from now on, forever..."

A soft sigh came from above.

forever?

This word is mostly beautiful and pleasing, yet it is also the most unreliable. Because some promises, once uttered with it, are destined to be broken. The moment it leaves your lips, it foreshadows your intention to go back on your word.

"Forever..." 97

The sound grew fainter and fainter, more and more hollow...

Yang Nianqing suddenly trembled. She realized that although those slender fingers were still strong, they had lost their former warmth and were now icy cold.

The ominous feeling grew stronger.

She looked up.

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His phoenix eyes drooped, as if he were about to fall asleep. His handsome face still held a bright and charming smile, but his complexion was terribly pale, with a cold, snowy white color, as white as paper.

Yang Nianqing was startled and froze. After regaining her senses, she hurriedly and tentatively called out to him in a soft voice, "Brother Nangong?"

He opened his eyes and smiled: "What's wrong?"

Hearing him speak, Yang Nianqing finally relaxed and breathed a long sigh of relief. She chuckled to herself for being so suspicious. Just a moment ago, she really did have a feeling that he would never wake up again once he fell asleep.

After thinking for a moment, she reached out and touched his forehead, asking worriedly, "Are you... feeling unwell?"

He immediately grabbed her hand: "It's alright, I'm just very sleepy."

Yang Nianqing suddenly realized: "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Last night, in order to save her, he, who had never been involved in bloodshed before, actually used a sword and was forced to kill someone. He must have felt terrible about it.

His hands were still cold, and he seemed to be falling asleep again.

Feeling guilty, Yang Nianqing worriedly suggested, "How about... you put on a coat?"

After saying that, she tried to pull her right hand out of his grasp to get her clothes. However, the moment she realized what he was doing, Nangong Xue tensed up again and held onto his hand tightly, refusing to let go.

He smiled slightly: "It's alright, it's fine like this..."

Before he could finish speaking, his brows furrowed, and he coughed in a suppressed manner, clutching his chest with one hand, while his other hand still held her tightly, refusing to let go.

A sudden pang of sadness struck Yang Nianqing, who couldn't understand where this inexplicable heartache came from: "Brother Nangong, how about... we go back and rest for a few days before leaving?"

He immediately shook his head: "It's alright..."

Then, he frowned and remained silent.

Finding the illness strange, Yang Nianqing became wary, remembering that she hadn't sensed any fever or other symptoms when she reached out to check him earlier.

"You...is something wrong? I don't understand this, you..."

He gently interrupted her: "It's alright, you just need to rest for a bit."

Her eyes closed slightly again.

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