Mr.President, Let's Get a Divorce-Chapter 421 - 412 Don’t be afraid, I am not a ghost (Three thousand words)

Chapter 421: 412 Don’t be afraid, I am not a ghost (Three thousand words)

"Ali, when you talk so seriously about such a joke, it makes me especially want to..."

"In my past life, I died at thirty-three."

"..."

In the pitch-black tent, with the coolness from the mountaintop, Wen Nian was close to her, separated by two sets of military uniforms, one from the M country’s rebel army and one from the M country’s government army.

The dark green and the blue-black clashed, both swallowed by the night.

Their gazes met, the brightness in their pupils clear and penetrating; both were like this.

She was trying to peel away her own veil, exposing herself before him, while he was trying to understand her words, no matter how shocking and outrageous they were...

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This wasn’t the first time Song Lili mentioned "past life."

He could never forget that resolute statement of erasing all love and hatred of past and present life, owing nothing to each other.

"Saying past life might not be accurate, I myself can’t fully understand the mystery of it. I only know that I was born, grew up, and died in another world that is similar to a parallel universe."

Song Lili herself couldn’t completely understand rebirth, but still tried to express it using language that everyone could better understand.

"That time you said... in your dream, I killed you, that wasn’t actually a dream? It was..."

"It wasn’t a dream, it was my past life."

Wen Nian swallowed, he reached out to caress her face, from top to bottom, his eyes locked with hers,

"Ali, maybe... that was just a dream, maybe... maybe you slept too deep, too long that night, or maybe you were too troubled, so..."

"Ha ha ha..."

Song Lili suddenly laughed out loud, finding it genuinely funny from the heart,

"Wen Xiaonian, I’m not seeing things, right? You... are scared?"

She curled her lips into a seductively enchanting smile, wrapped her arms around his neck, a slender finger lightly tracing down his neck’s vertebrae...

"Stop it."

Wen Nian nuzzled her nose, and seeing that she didn’t stop, still teasing him mischievously, he bit her nose, his teeth knocking against the delicate tip of her nose.

Just then, Song Lili said very seriously,

"Actually, I’m just a dead person."

"..."

Honestly, even if a moment ago, Wen Nian had a strong desire for her, even if she was pregnant, he still wanted to take some liberties.

Now... that intense passion had dissipated like smoke in this tent.

He only felt a bone-chilling coldness lingering in the tent.

And this coldness peaked with Song Lili’s statement!

Their eyes still locked, Song Lili gazed straight at him, while Wen Nian’s amber eyes swiveled with hesitation and panic.

"Are you... a ghost?"

He moved his lips, asking.

Song Lili was always staring at him, and when he said this, she didn’t see through the emotions in his eyes.

Her hands slid from his neck to his handsome face, the not-so-delicate palm fitting on his face,

"If I were a ghost—"

"Even if you’re a ghost, I still want you."

"..."

"Ali, I’m an atheist, to be honest, I can’t use my knowledge or experience to judge if what you’re saying is true or false."

Wen Nian took a deep breath, his elbows slightly bent, propping up on the blanket, his hands caressing her face, their breaths mingling, desperately sharing the same breath.

"Whether it’s the supernatural and fantastical beyond scientific explanation, or just some joke you’re using to trick or amuse me, it doesn’t matter."

Song Lili never expected Wen Nian to take her words so seriously.

Not even love would make this man lose his mind; he had the ability to judge things on his own.

So listening to Wen Nian saying this, she wasn’t surprised at all, just listening quietly...

"I only know that right now you’re beside me, you’re no longer the Song Lili who used to act spoiled and was innocent and naive before the age of twenty. You’ve changed a lot now. But no matter what you become, you are still Lili."

"..."

"I love your appearance, love your body, love your pre-twenty naivete, innocence, love your current decisiveness, strength, resilience, stubbornness, capriciousness, and even your coldness. If you are a ghost, then I, Wen Nian, will undertake a ghost marriage, taking you as my Ghost Wife. If you are a Goddess, I’ll drag you down from your pedestal to taste mortal love. In this life, I, Wen Nian, am set on you!"

Song Lili watched him unblinkingly, listening to him, her words steadfast, serious, even sacred... one by one... one...

"Do you know what I’m most afraid of?"

Song Lili asked him softly.

"I used to think you were most afraid of losing me, but now... I don’t know."

"Now, I’m most afraid of your mouth, afraid of your eyes, afraid of your breath on my skin, afraid of your heartbeat ’thump, thump, thump,’ pulsing fast and strong..."

"..."

"It makes me unable to disbelieve your words, it gives me no choice but to fall into your trap over and over!"

As Song Lili spoke, she laughed and couldn’t help but reach out to pinch Wen Nian’s cheeks, pulling them long with a hint of mischief,

"Don’t be scared... Ah Nian."

She whispered, cradling him in her arms, letting his face nestle into her neck as she gently patted his back,

"Don’t be afraid, I’m not a ghost..."

"I’m not scared."

Wen Nian quickly explained.

"Not even a little bit? Not a tiny, tiny bit?"

Song Lili laughed lightly, repeating and emphasizing her question.

Wen Nian took a deep breath, swallowing hard.

There was a chill in his heart, but he felt that "scared" was not the right word.

Song Lili stared at the top of the tent,

"Not a bit necessary... You doubt that my past life was nothing but a very long dream, I can understand, because when I opened my eyes upon rebirth, I also thought it was just a dream."

But what kind of dream could so deeply pierce the heart? Upon waking, the body still ached as if pierced by a thousand arrows.

"But whether it’s a dream or not... whether the words I’m saying are just me playing tricks, Ah Nian, you know in your heart."

"..."

"Otherwise, why did you specifically ask Qu Yu to go to Ryan Castle to invite the Witch?"

"..."

"Although the Witch always acts as though the secrets of heaven must not be revealed, what she said about the Goddess, you’ve always kept it in your heart, right?"

"He who obtains the Goddess, achieves everything. I don’t know on what basis the Witch said this, but you know, the Goddess she referred to was me. Right?"

"...Right."

Wen Nian responded.

"So I have questions, I have secrets, and you’re not in a hurry to unravel them, you’ve always been patient... One day, you’ll find the explanation, right?"

"...Right. I believe it’s just a matter of time."

"Ah Nian, I don’t need you to find this explanation, because all the doubts stem from the fact that I am a reborn person."

Wen Nian’s heart clenched, and as his heart contracted, his body did the same.

Song Lili pulled Wen Nian from herself, shifted position to lean on his shoulder, taking his hand and placing it over her belly,

"In my previous life, I died, my soul traveled back to thirteen years ago, back to when I was twenty. I don’t know whether this is time flowing backward or the very moment my soul returned creates a world that ceases to exist, or if it’s a complete parallel universe..."

"You said your soul traveled to your twenty-year-old self, then... the soul of the twenty-year-old you in this world, where is it?"

Wen Nian murmured the question, touching on a crucial point, one Song Lili had no answer to.

"I don’t know."

Song Lili clung tightly to his other arm, her body pressing close against his,

"Do you now feel... that I’m not your Lili anymore?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Nian smiled softly, holding her hand, and then turned onto his side, both lying facing each other.

A laugh, and his breath wafted outward, tickling Song Lili’s nose.

"Somehow... no matter how absurd, how mystical, something that seems beyond the scope of science, I feel that I can, and should, believe it."

Wen Nian held her close,

"I’ve already said, no matter what you are, I’ve decided to keep you. Besides, the baby in your belly is little Wen Nian, how could I not take responsibility?"

"What do you mean by that? I never thought about using the child to tie you down. If you don’t want me, you’re completely free to..."

"Really free?"

Wen Nian narrowed his eyes, interrupting her and continuing to ask with a tone tinged with a slightly sly naughtiness.

Song Lili was at a loss for words, reaching out to pinch his thigh,

"It’s enough that you know you can’t!"

Truth be told, she felt she had come to terms with a lot.

But as things had developed to this point and her feelings for Wen Nian of this life were so hard to sever, she had become like a shell, fully exposing the mollusk within to his mercy.

If he were to betray her in the future, it was likely not something that could be resolved with a clean break.

Wen Nian winced in pain, quickly grabbing her wrist.

Song Lili glared, "What are you doing?"

Wen Nian cleared his throat softly, the words on the tip of his tongue took a turn, "I’m checking if your hand hurts, let me blow on it..."

Song Lili chuckled at his antics, huffing, "Quite the will to live, aren’t you?"

Wen Nian embraced her in his arms, feeling her warmth, her breath...

"You say... in a previous life I killed you, how does this story begin? Is that lifetime exactly the same as this one?"

Wen Nian asked, it was a knot in his heart.

"Based on all interactions with you after my rebirth, everything before rebirth is the same as that life, all the way up to our marriage on my twentieth birthday."

"After I woke up that night, everything changed."

Hearing this, Wen Nian laughed helplessly and then sighed with true grievances,

"So... without having done anything to you yet, you had already come to hate me deeply..."

Wen Nian’s "me" referred to himself who had lived through those thirty-one years.

"Not quite... It’s just that at that time I was somewhat fixated on the idea that my entire life revolved around one center – those thirty-three years seem to have had only one purpose, which was to love Wen Nian. Yet in the end, I met such a miserable fate..."

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