From the Heavens Descended an Immortal Sister

Even as she tried to soothe herself, Liu Qianqian cried with unceasing sorrow.

It was just a flesh body, a vessel filled with thoughts she herself had infused… all fake.

Suddenly, she felt a gentle pinch on her face, and instantly, her inner sorrow disappeared; she had not commanded this body to pinch her face.

She immediately looked at the body in her embrace.

She noticed that the talisman paper on the temple of the body had long been cried off by her.

And at that moment, Fang Ren was still looking at her with open eyes; it was clear that he now had a soul.

She quickly extended her hand to grip Fang Ren's head, activating her Soul Technique to inspect him.

Indeed, the Soul Body that she had burned part of the arm of had come back.

Her emotions at that instant were a mix of sadness and joy, but mostly she was at a loss, for both she and Fang Ren were clad in thin clothing, and she was holding his body to sleep as usual.

These weren't too crucial; the key point was that the body she was embracing was no longer the same as before.

"What's wrong?"

Fang Ren was stunned. He had massaged her head for so long, and she hadn't stopped crying, but a pinch on the face suddenly made things better?

"How come you... came back again?" Liu Qianqian's eyes shimmered with tears.

"I never planned to leave that quickly," Fang Ren said.

"Then why are you staying here..."

"Isn't it to see you?"

Liu Qianqian recalled the events of the day and the current situation; her heart fluttered a bit, and turning her face away, she said, "To see me... what for?"

Fang Ren didn't seem to mind lying in the same bed with her at all. Even when he went to the bathroom during the day, he didn't seem to have objected.

"To take you back," Fang Ren said.

"I'm not going back," Liu Qianqian shook her head.

"But staying here alone, how lonely must you be?"

"Even so, I don't want to go back."

She at last indirectly admitted her loneliness.

"What if I insist on taking you back?" Fang Ren asked.

"Then I still won't go back!" Liu Qianqian said firmly.

After speaking, she loosened her grip and turned her back to Fang Ren.

In reality, she didn't want to let go, but she was a bit stubborn; didn't he know the reason she wouldn't return?

And yet he was still asking this question.

Seeing her suddenly turn her back, Fang Ren sighed in his heart, feeling that things would be difficult. He might ultimately have to give up.

But then he thought of Bai Qi always saying he was a blockhead, clueless about any girl's thoughts apart from Mu Hui. He felt that he couldn't continue to approach the issue as he had in the past.

If a serious conversation wouldn't work, then he'd have to try something less serious.

Fang Ren stretched out his arms and hugged Liu Qianqian from behind, pressing his chest tightly against her back.

Liu Qianqian's heart fluttered. Despite her increased age, her emotions were still those of her youth, and being embraced by the man she liked still made her blush.

This body had been by her side for twenty years, yet it had never initiated an embrace with her.

Beyond the panic, she felt a bit touched.

"Aren't you afraid your wife will find out?" Liu Qianqian said.

"Isn't it just old classmates hugging when they meet?"

Fang Ren pressed even closer.

His mouth was right by her ear, his speech and breath causing a tingling in her heart. Her hands balled into fists out of nervousness.

"You... don't want to be a good husband to her anymore?"

"I do."

"Then why are you doing this!"

Liu Qianqian shifted, trying to avoid further contact.

"I'll tell you later," Fang Ren said, following her move.

Liu Qianqian was now pressed against the wall with nowhere to escape. Her face was so red she might bleed, and one hand pushed against Fang Ren's thigh to keep him away.

Feeling the force of Liu Qianqian's resistance, even someone as dense as Fang Ren, with twenty years of experience with Mu Hui, could tell.

Feigning resistance but harboring none, she didn't really want to refuse, but she still wanted to appear somewhat coy.

Fang Ren continued to hold Liu Qianqian's hand forcefully, pressing it down as he drew closer.

Liu Qianqian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, she bit her teeth, her eyes hazy, and she let out a soft moan.

"Don't treat me like you did last time..."

"Yes."

It was the throes of spring...

After a long while, it was over.

Liu Qianqian withdrew the hand he had been gripping forcefully, her forehead covered in sweat, her cheeks flushed as she turned and kissed him.

"Thank you, you were much gentler than last time, I'm happy," she said.

Fang Ren still felt somewhat disappointed, "Why do we have to be so distant?"

"I guess I've also resolved my regrets now, you should go, I won't go back with you," she said as she drew up the covers around her and added another sentence.

Fang Ren hadn't expected the final outcome to be like this.

"It was Hui Qing who asked me to come find you."

"I could have guessed that already. If she hadn't agreed, you would never come looking for me, nor would you share a bed with me," Liu Qianqian said with a resigned smile.

"Well... not necessarily."

Liu Qianqian's eyes flickered for a moment before she shook her head again, "Alright, you better hurry back. Tell her not to feel like she owes me anything. It's not because of her that this happened."

"So, it's because of me then?"

"Isn't that obvious?" Liu Qianqian looked at him like he was a fool.

"Then I need to make it up to you properly."

"You... hey! What are you doing! You can't do this!"

...

Dawn broke.

Liu Qianqian wrapped herself tightly, looking at Fang Ren with the eyes of a little girl who had encountered a hoodlum, "Isn't this enough... I need to sell things."

"Then are you coming back with me or not?"

"No." Liu Qianqian shook her head.

"Then the shop is closed today!"

"No way!"

"No way? You have the strength to resist me."

"I..."

...

The door of the small shop stayed closed all day long.

The following morning, Fang Ren's body was covered in kiss marks and bite marks, with many red areas on his back.

Liu Qianqian curled up in a corner of the bed, the blush on her face not yet faded, her gaze somewhat resentful, "Pervert! Hoodlum! Scumbag! What on earth have you learnt over these years! You are not the Fang Ren I used to know!"

"Just now you seemed quite happy calling me 'husband'."

"I!"

"Alright, now let me ask you again, are you coming back with me or not?"

Liu Qianqian, visibly irritated, said, "Fine, I'll go! Do you really hope I'll get into a fight with your wife?"

"She's the one who asked me to bring you back," Fang Ren said.

Liu Qianqian pondered for a moment. Mu Huanqing had asked her to go back the first time Fang Ren came over, and this was already the second time after the incident. Given what had happened, Mu Huaqing must be aware of it all.

Despite everything, she still wants her to come back—could it be that Mu Huaqing had Fang Ren come over not just to help her resolve her regrets?

"Then... I'll go with you."

No sooner had she spoken than Liu Qianqian changed her clothes and said seriously, "But I need to tell you upfront—if you don't come to see me even once in a month after we get there, I'll still come back."

"How could it be a month?"

"Then how much longer will you need? Once a year?" Liu Qianqian said, disheartened.

"Let's see, I should at least see you every two days," he said.

Liu Qianqian was stunned and then happy, though she still huffed, "I hope what you're saying is true, otherwise I'll go to your house."