Raising Beast Husbands with My Space — The Villainess Becomes a Beloved Favorite-Chapter 445 - 442: Emotional Silk
At this moment, Wen Nanxi stood like an orchid or a jade tree, serene and pure, just like the first time we met.
His figure was as slender as jade, his features elegant as a painting, exquisite and perfect, as if fashioned from autumn waters and jade bones.
His aura was like snow on the mountains, like the moon amidst the clouds.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a moving halo upon him, making him resemble a deity descended into the mortal realm, noble and ethereal, as if on the verge of ascension with a mere breeze.
Su Muyao gazed at him, her heart racing like a startled deer.
She didn’t dare to blink, afraid she might be mistaken, "Nanxi, is that you?"
"Even if it’s a dream, it’s good enough."
As Su Muyao spoke, tears glistened in her eyes, her voice slightly choked.
Wen Nanxi slowly approached, carrying a basket in his hand.
Su Muyao recognized the basket as the one they had woven together on their first trip to the Ancient Wood Forest, filled with tomatoes.
The red fruit she had picked back then was indeed tomatoes.
The memories were familiar and distant, making her miss Wen Nanxi even more.
Coming closer, Wen Nanxi looked at Su Muyao with eyes full of tender affection, gently wiping the tears from her eyes.
"It’s me. I’m sorry, I can only come to see you in this way."
"I’m sorry, it’s my fault, I caused you..."
Wen Nanxi felt ashamed to see her, unable to face her.
Nan Feng was right, she had died once, also because of him.
It was as if he had indirectly caused her death.
If he wasn’t afraid of her encountering danger again, he might not have dared to face her.
He wanted to hold her in his arms but was too timid to do so.
Hearing Wen Nanxi blame himself continuously, Su Muyao quickly covered his mouth, "It’s not your fault, don’t say that."
As he fell silent, Su Muyao reached out and embraced Wen Nanxi tightly.
Feeling the genuine sensation in her dream assured her that he must really be here.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t seem so real.
"It’s really you, Nanxi, it’s really you."
Feeling the tremor of the person in his arms, Wen Nanxi’s heart ached as if pierced by needles, his eyes filled with pain and concern, he sighed softly and embraced her, "Yes, it’s me, I’ve come into your dream."
Even his voice carried a trace of unnoticeable weakness.
He exerted himself to hide it, not wanting his wife to worry.
His wife was so good, never blaming him.
Choking up, Su Muyao said, "Nanxi, I miss you so much, really miss you."
As she spoke, a tear fell from the corner of her eye.
Wen Nanxi missed her too, to the point of madness.
Only holding her at this moment, feeling the warmth of her body, he felt somewhat better, his mind less chaotic.
At this moment, he dared not express his longing, for Wen Nanxi himself wasn’t certain if he might disappear into the heavens and earth.
If he were gone, what would she do?
His greatest concern was for her.
"By the way, where are you now? I’ll come find you, I will definitely rescue you."
Currently, Wen Nanxi had not yet been assimilated, everything was still in time.
Seeing the tears in Su Muyao’s eyes, Wen Nanxi tenderly wiped them away, but still they glistened.
He sighed with heartache, bending down to kiss her tears away with affection.
He knew how much he loved her, clearer than anyone.
He would prefer to die than let Su Muyao take risks for him.
Yet he couldn’t die now; he had to restrain his main body.
Otherwise, who knew what madness Nan Feng might cause; he was a lunatic.
Wen Nanxi gently comforted her, his voice soft and indulgent as always, "Ayao, be good, you mustn’t."
Su Muyao stubbornly insisted, "No, I will save you."
Wen Nanxi slowly embraced her, tidying her hair, gazing at her as if etching her into the depths of his soul.
"Be good, you must not rescue me. I’m fine for now, the main body doesn’t dare harm me; he still wants to merge with me. I will keep him in check."
Su Muyao’s eyes glistened as she looked at Wen Nanxi, softening his heart like a pool of clear water.
"You mustn’t get assimilated, you mustn’t disappear."
"Nanxi, I love you; you must be safe. The world cannot be without you."
She couldn’t afford to lose any of her beast husbands, feeling somewhat greedy, wanting them all to be well.
These words rendered Wen Nanxi speechless.
All the persuasion he had prepared to say now lay silent.
His heart felt full to bursting, warmth spreading through his limbs.
"Ayao..."
He opened his mouth, his voice somewhat hoarse, the usually composed him at a loss for words.
His wife spoke of love, not just liking; ’love’ carried a heavy and profound weight.
He felt his heart beat intensely, pounding like a drum, striking against his chest, as if about to break free and leap to her side.
His restraint and composure were all in vain.
Some words he originally didn’t intend to say came rushing up now, wanting to be spoken.
Burning Essence to enter the dream left his body weak, but perhaps due to the intertwining of affection and love’s response, a faint spiritual glow flickered around him, granting him a trace of strength.
Wen Nanxi lowered his gaze to the Su Muyao in his arms, her tears falling onto his clothes, searing him to the core.
He caught a familiar scent from her, one engraved in his mind.
Past scenes flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, countless details pricking his heart like needles, stirring tu that was once peaceful into a mighty storm.
Wen Nanxi slowly tightened his embrace, holding Su Muyao even closer, as if to fuse her into his very marrow.
To think that her love for him ran so deeply, something he had never dared imagine. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
"Ayao, I... love you very, very much too."
At this moment, Wen Nanxi’s voice trembled, filled with fervent, lingering love.
Su Muyao whispered, "Nanxi, don’t disappear. Even if you don’t tell me where you are, I will search for you."
"I know your position is in the southwest direction. I’ll follow that direction to find you, I will surely rescue you."
Su Muyao thought no cost too great to save Wen Nanxi.
Wen Nanxi hadn’t planned on telling Su Muyao his exact position, never expecting she could discern the direction.
He came this time intending to comfort her, to dissuade her from searching for him.
Yet she was so firm and resolute.
"Ayao, actually, I’m unsure of our exact direction. That palace is a Magic Artifact; on the ground it can grow large, and can change its direction at any moment."
"That thing doesn’t seem to belong to the Cang Beast Continent. I know nothing of the main body’s experiences or origins, nor have I ever seen or heard of his strength and cultivation methods."
"I suspect he has learned a more powerful Cultivation Law."
"And he seems to have been hurt by a female, holding a grudge against all females."
This was what Wen Nanxi had analyzed.
"And he is as cold as one without Emotional Silk; I guess perhaps there isn’t any more emotion left."
Recalling something, Su Muyao said, "Nanxi, I once entered the Resentment World through the Green River, visiting a world over a hundred thousand years old. I encountered an Ancient Snake Beastman there, a boy named Jing Chu, who looked exactly like you, though his character couldn’t be that of the main body. I wonder if he might also have some connection with the main body?"
