Transmigrating into a Demon Spirit to Blow up the Entire World

Chapter 145: Prince’s little quilt Extra (part 3 of 3)

Yuwen Yin wasn’t an attentive person at all. But he was extremely attentive to all things concerning Shen Tong. He would diligently observe his food preferences, the materials and styles he likes to wear, as well as his favorite colors and designs. He was even well aware of those small ornaments he was very fond of. Even those little habits and hobbies that Shen Tong himself wasn’t aware of, was firmly remembered by him, and were all arranged in advance. Thus, at this very moment, although he didn’t have a definite idea of what Shen Tong was thinking, but he immediately noticed the somberness in the other’s eyes.

“You want to leave?” Yuwen Yin, who suddenly felt his heart fill with confusion and anxiety, held onto the youth’s hand as if wanting to embed him in his bones, “Where do you want to leave to?! I forbid you from leaving! You can’t leave me!!”

He didn’t know how to voice out his feelings at this moment, that kind of scary anxiety of being abandoned, that end of the world kind of fear, and that bleak chilling darkness of having nowhere to turn to. He also had no idea why his sweetheart would suddenly show this kind of expression. He only knew that there was a feeling of inexplicable fear, which made him feel like he had fallen into the freezing deep waters.

“Tong Tong, you can’t leave. I can’t do without you. I can’t go on living without you, really can’t live without you……”

Yuwen Yin anxiously mumbled repeatedly all of a sudden, as he slightly shivered. When Shen Tong returned to his senses, he was immediately given a fright by the other’s state, that he could only embrace the other’s waist while softly saying: “.…..Um, I won’t leave. I’m not going to leave you.”

The Regent, who was now in his twenties, unexpectedly returned to that lonely and helpless twelve-year-old boy in the Qi Wang mansion of that year, and even more vulnerable than that. Because the most painful thing in this world is not to never get it, but to lose it after having gotten it, which was like falling into the abyss.

Shen Tong finally decided to stay with Yuwen Yin throughout his life.

More than 10 years had passed by in a flash. For the fully grown Emperor Yuwen Guan, his most favorite thing to do during his spare time, was to head to the Regent’s residence to catch a glimpse of the godly doctor Shen living in the Wang mansion, even if he had to face against the Regent’s razor sharp gaze.

Even if it was just sitting quietly with him in the garden for a while, drinking a cup of tea, or exchanging a few words with him, watching him slowly water the plants in the garden, or looking at him gently pat that big yellow dog being raised in the Wang mansion, can all make Yuwen Guan feel calm and peaceful inside out. That even the fatigue in dealing with political affairs seems to fade away.

No wonder the Regent doesn’t wish for the throne or power, but just wishes to stay together with the godly doctor Shen. Because there really was a person in this world that will increasingly be hard to let go after having been obtained.

Moreover, the godly doctor Shen was protected by the Regent very well. That he’s daily life was exceptionally leisurely and comfortable, and free from any secular disturbances. Yuwen Yin took good care of his darling baby like a rare treasure, so as to avoid him from being even a bit distressed, or even suffer from the slightest harm.

Time seems to have slowed down due to this kind of meticulous care. But Yuwen Guan still remembers the first time he saw the godly doctor Shen, when he was just four years old. Now that he was fifteen years old, and have begun to have full power in relation to governance. But the other had still remained the same as that time when the two of them met. His still had clear stream-like eyes, beautiful picturesque features, and still retained his youthful appearance.

Shen Tong also held a very favorable opinion toward Yuwen Guan. In his opinion, the other was completely different from Emperor Qing. He was a smart and kindhearted person, with a sense of consideration, and was also a rare to come-by person, who sincerely respects him as an elder. It’s just that Yuwen Yin was really too narrow-minded. Regardless of men, women, young and old, he regards everyone as rivals in love. Every time Yuwen Guan comes over to visit, instead of preventing the other from entering, Yuwen Yin would pull Shen Tong for an endless chat, not giving them any chance to get along at all.

Yuwen Guan always held a deep admiration towards the Regent. For being able to thoroughly protect his loved one, and for always being committed, which remains unchanged even after the passage of so many years, such feelings were undoubtedly too deep to measure. There were only grace and affection between them, without hidden interest and calculation. This might be the reason why their feelings can remain this pure. Sometimes, when he sees these two, look at the flower, look at a person, even without saying half a word, his eyes will inexplicably feel sour. Moreover, in Yuwen Yin’s perspective, perhaps he only knows how to protect a ladle, and harm three thousand with this sentence.

When Yuwen Yin was fifty years old, Shen Tong successfully survived the lightning tribulation and returned to the Desktop Pet’s world at last. He had spent more than 30 years in the world of ancient times, and in accordance to the time difference of one is to a hundred, he has disappeared in the Desktop Pet’s world for three long months. In the meantime, Kong Baiji, who was drinking, coughed violently after choking on wine. The indescribable soreness in his eyes made him look like he was crying.

But he wasn’t crying, and never had any memory of having cried. So he looked at the ceiling above, and tried to force this feeling back. But there was a deep pain in his chest. So painful, that he couldn’t help but smash the bottle together with the wine cup on the floor.

The sound of shattering glasses could be heard, which was followed by the spread of the smell of wine in the room. A piece of shard was bounced back by the edge of the table, and plunged into the back of Kong Baiji’s distinctively jointed hands.

Blood flowed out along the shard, and trickled down the floor, just like bright red teardrops.

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