Chapter 74: After Class, You Ended Up in My Arms

When Su Jing was twenty-two, he and He Rose registered their marriage.

On their wedding day, they invited many former classmates. Most of them had watched Rose and Su Jing bicker and grow together over the years, so they felt truly happy for the couple.

After the wedding, Rose went to work at her father's company. Su Jing treated her well. She was content.

But...

"Su Jing, could you take a break on a cloudy day?" Rose lay nestled in Su Jing’s arms, her eyes slightly upturned, radiating a flirtatious charm.

Even after years of marriage, Su Jing still blushed easily, especially in front of Rose. She rested against his chest, her soft little hand pressed to his heart. Even a simple "alright" was stammered out with difficulty.

The next morning, Rose bought a large bag of candies and little cakes and went to the cemetery.

Buried there was her dearest friend.

She remembered so clearly—the girl’s eyes were always innocent and clear, her cheeks soft, dimples appearing when she smiled. Utterly adorable.

That was her best friend.

But...

Rose took out the candies and cakes, arranging them in front of the grave.

The accident that day had made the newspapers. Two cars had collided, twisted and unrecognizable. Not far from the wreckage lay a pool of blood. Yet, not a single person was ever found at the scene. There was no trace of any victim.

So now, the grave was nothing more than an empty tomb.

"Asi, do you think you’re some kind of immortal? Otherwise, how could you just vanish into thin air?"

"If you’ve gone to heaven, don’t forget Lu Yu. He may seem a bit fierce, but he was always so good to you. Before the college entrance exams, he nervously asked me about you, afraid he’d miss something important."

"Asi, you must live well."

"I’ve married Su Jing, and we’re doing well. You must live well too. Do you hear me?"

No one would answer her. But Rose knew that Asi must be blissfully happy.

—

The moment consciousness returned, Shangyuan was filled with fury. He wanted nothing more than to kill Mo Tan with his own hands.

Or rather, the demon king Tan.

But Tan had already jumped into the Cycle of Reincarnation and would soon enter the next world. Tan, too, was inhabiting a human body; when his awareness returned, he happened to run into Shangyuan.

He was so terrified that he fell silent on the spot.

"Stop right there!" Shangyuan’s anger was palpable.

Asi had been so obedient, so well-behaved, and the atmosphere that day had been just right. If he’d confessed, Asi would certainly have agreed. After that, he could have held Asi’s hand, kissed her lips, and even taken her to bed.

But everything had been ruined by that demon!

Oh, and by that so-called Fairy Chaoyun.

Seeing the fury burning in Shangyuan’s eyes, Tan trembled all over.

"I—I didn’t want this either! I died too! Why are you so fierce?"

The more he thought about the cause of his death, the more aggrieved Tan felt. Even being hit by a car would have been better.

But no—he had choked to death.

Just saying it made him, the demon king, lose all face!

"Tan." Shangyuan’s voice was cold as ice, making Tan shiver.

"I—I’m sorry!"

"Sorry?"

Shangyuan’s tone was laced with a smile, but it was chilling. "If I can’t win Asi, you’ll never return. Ever."

"What?" Tan didn’t quite understand.

But—

The moment Shangyuan left, Tan suddenly transformed into a little white dumpling—round and soft like a cloud.

"I don’t want to look like this! Shangyuan, get back here!"

His shouts were useless. Shangyuan had already entered the cycle of reincarnation and couldn’t hear his complaints.

"At least… at least make me black! I’m a demon! Evil! Why make me so white?"

Tan grumbled and cursed Shangyuan endlessly. When he was finally exhausted, he wiped his tears and obediently floated away.

Wasn’t he supposed to help chase after Asi? Well, he wouldn’t!

So he couldn’t return to his original form—then Shangyuan shouldn’t hope to win Asi either!