"Tomorrow night, I will wait for you at the Magic City subway station."
"No matter how late it gets, I will wait for you. I will keep waiting, keep waiting..."
Even though Lin Xuan never turned back from start to finish.
But Bai Susu still shouted several times to make sure Lin Xuan could hear her, until his figure completely disappeared.
Immediately after.
The young girl turned around in a state of melancholy. She needed to go home first to pack her luggage and prepare for the long elopement ahead.
As for the possibility that Lin Xuan wouldn't show up at the subway station tomorrow night...
Almost zero!!!
She was 95% sure that he would come.
Because between her and Lin Xuan, there was a bond that couldn't be severed...
A deep connection!!!
...
On the other side.
"This woman is just a self-deluded imagination freak!"
"Forget it, I should try to stay away from her in the future! Let Su Fan deal with this headache himself. However..."
"It seems that the butterfly effect I caused has resulted in her having no interaction with Su Fan at all now."
Ignoring the girl's calls from behind, Lin Xuan recalled the plot.
He suddenly realized that because of his actions.
The Su family was not only safe but had also risen to a higher level of power.
This also meant that the grudge of extermination between Su Fan and the Lin and Bai families no longer existed.
A series of chain reactions were triggered...
As a result, Bai Susu lost her reason for turning dark, and even completely lost any interaction with the protagonist.
"My bad, my bad! Dear brother-in-law, I swear I didn't mean to steal your beloved companion~~"
Lost in thought, Lin Xuan returned to the Su family estate.
Along the way, everywhere was decorated with bright red lanterns, and the estate was filled with a festive atmosphere.
Especially at the entrance of the villa, where two red couplets were pasted, and several red lanterns hung at the top, filling the air with joyous celebration.
All of this.
All of it served as a reminder to Lin Xuan of the undeniable fact—he was about to become a married man.
"Hello, Mr. Lin."
"Mr. Lin, you're back."
"Mr. Lin, should we start calling you 'young master-in-law'?"
"......"
After greeting each of the servants in the estate one by one.
Lin Xuan smiled as he made his way to the second floor and pushed open the familiar door of the girl's bedroom.
"Qingge, good morning."
He walked to the bedside and gazed at the stunningly beautiful girl who lay asleep.
Lin Xuan habitually sat by the bed and gently held the girl's soft, fair hand.
At the same time, he could feel the "affection points" automatically increasing in his mind, which instantly lifted his mood.
This was the happiest moment he looked forward to every day.
Not only could he get close to a sweet-smelling girl, but he could also easily earn affection points.
If life could always be like this, Lin Xuan thought, it wouldn't be bad at all.
In the dark prison of consciousness...
Su Qingge was idly daydreaming.
(｀?ω?′).
Suddenly.
She heard Lin Xuan's voice, feeling both joy and a little at a loss.
Because tomorrow, she was going to marry the very person before her.
This left her feeling lost, as she still had no idea how to interact with Lin Xuan.
However, she still struggled slightly, signaling for Lin Xuan to let go and bring her pen and paper.
Then, Su Qingge took the pen in her hand and wrote on the white paper:
[Good morning.]
Although Su Qingge's body had not yet fully recovered and she could not even lift her hand,
Her right hand, however, had regained its mobility.
So last night, Lin Xuan had a sudden idea—since writing on his palm was too slow, he suggested that the girl communicate through writing on paper instead.
After a short period of adaptation, Su Qingge quickly mastered the technique and could now write smoothly on the paper.
Her wrist moved lightly, like a graceful butterfly in flight, and her handwriting flowed across the paper like drifting clouds—each character seemed to breathe, dance, and come to life.
"Do beautiful people all have such beautiful handwriting too? (???)"
At first, Lin Xuan found it amusing, thinking he had discovered a new way to communicate with the girl.
But soon.
He suddenly wore the expression of a subway grandpa, feeling as if he had shot himself in the foot.
Because as Su Qingge kept writing rapidly on the paper.
Lin Xuan suddenly realized in shock...
That he could no longer easily hold the girl's soft hand.
Because the girl no longer needed to use his palm to communicate.
Lin Xuan couldn't bring himself to forcibly grab her hand and shamelessly insist that she must write on his palm instead of using the more efficient method.
But fortunately, where there is a policy, there is always a countermeasure.
Since the time for holding hands had decreased, he would just increase the time for massages—after all, the affection points seemed to accumulate even faster that way~~
After all, the contact range of a hand was nothing compared to the full-body contact—it was more comprehensive and... fragrant~~
Nice~~
A blessing in disguise~~
At this moment.
Perhaps noticing that Lin Xuan hadn't responded, Su Qingge felt puzzled and wrote on the paper:
[What's wrong? Why aren't you speaking? Are you upset?]
Seeing this.
Lin Xuan scratched his head with a chuckle and teasingly replied:
"No, I'm just too happy."
"I was just admiring your breathtaking beauty and got a little distracted."
"Tsk tsk tsk… My wife is just too beautiful! You put the most beautiful women in history to shame—stunning like a goddess emerging from water, so breathtaking it could bring down a nation..."
As soon as these cheesy words came out.
Su Qingge's pen trembled involuntarily in her hand, drawing a crooked line on the paper as her mind fell into chaos.
Oh my~~
What is Lin Xuan even saying?
Hmph, shameless. o(////▽////)q
Saying something about admiring 'breathtaking beauty'—isn't that a bit exaggerated?!
And he was even staring at me! No wonder I felt a little uneasy.
At this moment.
In Su Qingge's mind, an image emerged—Lin Xuan smiling mischievously while scanning her up and down with a 'strange' look in his eyes.
So embarrassing~~(????)
If she could move right now, she'd definitely want to find a hole to crawl into...
And actually, the girl wasn't wrong—Lin Xuan was indeed staring at her…
No, correction—he was 'appreciating' her graceful figure.
That graceful curve, that peachy bottom, those melons...
In one word—perfect!
????乛?乛????
Of course, this was only possible because Su Qingge couldn't open her eyes…
That's why Lin Xuan could so boldly admire her, treating it as a form of artistic appreciation.
He often worried.
What would he do when Su Qingge woke up and he could no longer be this carefree?
After all, in front of a lady, he still had to maintain some sort of image—he couldn't just act like a total pervert.
Let's not forget—he had the 'gentleman' persona to uphold~~~
Perhaps Lin Xuan's gaze was too blatant. (???)
Even though Su Qingge was trapped in her dark consciousness, she couldn't shake the uneasy feeling, as if a big bad wolf was staring at her, drooling (ˉ﹃ˉ), ready to pounce.
She had the illusion that, in the next second, he would leap at her and devour her whole.
So.
Su Qingge quickly grabbed the pen and wrote on the paper:
[I'm a little cold.]
[Can you help cover me with the blanket?]
Lin Xuan: "......"
Cold, my foot!
It's blazing hot outside! Even I feel warm all over—where's the 'cold' coming from~~
She's obviously just trying to guard against me~~
"Qingge, I'm hurt."
"Do you dislike me? My sadness is flowing like a river! (crying sound~~~)"
Hearing this.
Su Qingge panicked a little, realizing that she might have gone too far.
Lin Xuan was a true gentleman!
How could he possibly be the kind of pervert I was imagining?!
Impossible, absolutely impossible!!!
Besides, she wasn't actually repulsed by his gaze.
It was just an instinctual sense of embarrassment, not the 'disgust' that Lin Xuan might have thought.
To prevent Lin Xuan from overthinking, Su Qingge hurriedly started to explain:
[You misunderstood, I don't dislike you.]
"Not dislike? So that means… you like me?"
[.....]
"Hahaha, just kidding! By the way, even when writing blindly, your handwriting is so beautiful. Have you trained for it specifically?"
Lin Xuan had high emotional intelligence and quickly changed the topic.
Sure enough.
Su Qingge's attention was diverted, and she immediately forgot about asking for the blanket.
Her graceful figure remained exposed under Lin Xuan's 'appreciative' gaze as she responded:
[No, not at all! You're exaggerating!]
Su Qingge let out a bitter smile in her heart.
She was just writing blindly based on feeling—if her handwriting looked decent, that was already a miracle. How could it be as exaggeratedly perfect as Lin Xuan described?
"I'm not lying. Maybe it's just a case of 'handwriting reflects the person'."
"A fairy's handwriting is naturally perfect, no matter how casually written."
Lin Xuan smirked playfully and spoke without hesitation.
Anyway, regardless of what girls think, the right approach is to keep complimenting them.
After all, human nature is to enjoy compliments.
No normal person likes being criticized, so just keep praising.
Unfortunately, Lin Xuan forgot that Su Qingge was different—she had androphobia (a fear of men).
Even though Lin Xuan's compliments made her a little happy, her response was:
[Smooth talker. Flirt.]
[Is this really your first time in a relationship?]
[Because you sound just like some scumbags I've met before.]
(⊙o⊙) Uh....
Staring at the handwriting accusing him of being a scumbag, Lin Xuan looked very wronged.
After living two lives, he had always been a single dog. As for the reason? There was only one word:
"Broke."
"That's too much, Qingge! This is an outrageous false accusation!"
"I was just sincerely appreciating..."
"Every stroke you make shows elegance and rhythm—it's all so natural and graceful."
"Each of your words seems to have a soul and story, like specks of dust you carve into art pieces."
"When your pen touches the paper, your graceful movement is like a noble dancer performing on stage."
"Your handwriting is like emeralds set in jade, dazzling and radiant."
"This must be what they call a beauty's handwriting! It's a feast for the eyes, and a joy for the soul."
"Your writing is so beautiful, it feels magical—so immersive that it makes one forget the troubles of the world."
"Watching you write draws me in... it has a kind of graceful and calm charm."
"Every stroke you make, just like you, Qingge, is full of confidence and allure. Impossible to resist, pulling people in deeper..."
"......"
Lin Xuan spoke with a straight face, completely unfazed as he spouted absolute nonsense.
He was speaking with such enthusiasm and dramatic expression.
But the girl lying on the bed was already dumbfounded by this endless wave of exaggerated compliments.
Hearing all of this, Su Qingge felt completely embarrassed, curling her delicate toes involuntarily.
Fortunately, she wasn't touching the floor right now.
Otherwise, she could probably dig a three-bedroom apartment into the floor with her toes.
All her life.
She never knew her handwriting was so "awesome," worthy of such lavish praise.
But....
Even knowing Lin Xuan was exaggerating,
Su Qingge couldn't help but feel delighted.
Not about right or wrong—just human nature.
Maybe to others...
Lin Xuan sounded ridiculous, like a typical simp.
But to the girl, she merely wrote a few words.
And yet Lin Xuan willingly spent so many words, so much time and effort, racking his brain just to praise and affirm her.
That sincerity behind his flattery was what truly touched her.
In short—
Because of Lin Xuan, she was happy today. And she could be happy the whole day.
Isn't that enough?!
[Lin Xuan, thank you for everything all this time.]
[If it weren't for you, I might not have made it this far. When I first became a vegetative patient, I was desperate, broken, and I really wanted… to die.]
[These past few days, your companionship gave me hope, and the courage to face the darkness.]
[I have so much I want to say, but after all the words… it all comes down to just one sentence…]
[Thank you.]
[I owe you, my life.]
...
Since this was the first time she had formally communicated with Lin Xuan face-to-face and expressed her gratitude.
Su Qingge felt a little embarrassed.
But she still wrote each stroke slowly and carefully, rarely opening her heart like this, as if she wanted to pour all her gratitude into every word.
"Qingge, you..."
Lin Xuan, who had been chatting non-stop just moments ago.
Saw the heartfelt words written on the paper, and his voice gradually became smaller until it completely faded away.
At this moment, words were no longer necessary.
Lin Xuan's lips unconsciously curved into a smile.
To be honest.
The girl's sincere response made him feel warm inside.
And there was even a small thrill of excitement—like watching the girl next door finally grow up and receiving an answer after a long period of effort.
Then, Lin Xuan reached out and pinched the girl's soft, fair cheeks, teasingly saying:
"Qingge, I accept your thanks."
"But as the ancients say: A life-saving grace should be repaid with marriage."
"Ahem... I think our ancestors had a very good point. What do you think?"
To this, Su Qingge fell silent for a moment.
Then, on the white paper, she firmly wrote down one word:
[Okay.]