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Although Jun Chong had lost his memory of me, he still returned and couldn't leave me, which was enough for me.
As for the deaths of Chu Fan and Li Li, Shizui took care of it. I had no idea what he did, but everyone outside believed it was the work of a psychopathic killer.
Moreover, the negative news about me on the school network vanished overnight.
The campus returned to calm, and we were met with the last exam of the semester.
The exam process was arduous, but at least we managed to get through it successfully. Our graduation project passed smoothly, and now we just had to wait for our official graduation in June. During this time, it felt quite empty.
Some people took the opportunity to go out and have fun, while others began searching for jobs and planning their lives.
Lin You's family urged her to prepare for going abroad as soon as possible, while my family pressed me to return home to discuss job matters. After all, stepping out of school meant a long life ahead, and one couldn't get by without a job.
But after finally reaching the last summer vacation, everyone wanted to relax one last time. Lin You and I hit it off and decided to go on a trip together, marking our final vacation before parting ways.
"But where should we go?" I flipped through numerous travel agency magazines, each one meeting Lin You's criteria. "You find going abroad bothersome, and you think we've already been everywhere domestically. Where exactly do you want to go?"
"I don't know; I just want to find a special place." Lin You shook my arm vigorously. "Anxin, think hard! This is my last trip with you; how can you be so reluctant?"
I rolled my eyes and tossed a stack of papers in front of her. "I've been searching for three days already! For your so-called special place, how many brain cells have I lost? If I keep thinking about it, I'm going to break down."
"Hehe." Lin You stuck out her tongue at me and said softly, "How about asking your Jun Chong for a special place?"
"Him?"
I suspiciously glanced toward the dark corner where Jun Chong lounged casually on the sofa. His wide sleeves hung loosely around him, revealing his fair thighs and an enticing chest. He held a white Porcelain Cup in his hand, leisurely sipping tea.
Noticing my gaze on him, he raised an eyebrow slightly, annoyance evident in his expression as he snapped, "What are you looking at?"
I pouted and muttered under my breath, "Greedy."
"What did you say?"
"I didn't say anything, just let out a fart."
"…"
Jun Chong shot me a glare and ignored me.
Since that day, he lost Chu Fan's body and couldn't appear outside, but I couldn't keep hiding in the dark. So every time I went out, I would carry a Monchichi doll slung over my shoulder, with his spirit hidden inside.
Of course, with his personality, no amount of persuasion from me would work. In the end, I didn't even know what Shizui whispered to him before he finally pouted and agreed.
Only in Shizui's photography studio could he move around freely, but Lin You couldn't see him.
"I think it's better to forget it," I said. It was better for me to think for myself than to ask him. "You could ask Shizui, though."
I saw Shizui walking over with a plate of snacks, smiling slightly. "Mr. Shizui, Xiao You wants you to suggest a special place for travel."
"Travel?" Shizui handed us the snacks with a gentle smile. "That's something to think about."
"As long as it's a place suggested by Shizui, it will be great."
I felt goosebumps rising; her tone was so sweet. It reminded me that Lin You was still protesting against the idea of going abroad, probably just because of Shizui.
But I knew they wouldn't end up together. Although Shizui didn't say it, it was clear he still missed his wife.
"You guys chat; I'm going to the restroom."
I felt a dull pain in my chest, a throbbing sensation that had already happened three times in the past few days. Such regularity made me worry because that area was where the Red Spider Lily grew.
Lin Shan had said that if we hadn't found the Soul Bell before the Red Spider Lily bloomed, I would also die.
Since Jun Chong arrived, Soul Bell has not appeared again. One of my suspicions, Qi Zhi, has gone abroad for an exchange program due to school requirements, and I have no idea when he will return.
So this matter has come to a standstill. It was Molin who generously offered to return to the Sect to ask his master about Soul Bell's whereabouts, hoping there might be some news. He truly didn't want anything to happen to me; although we haven't known each other long, there is a bond between us.
Moreover, I have a feeling that the person holding Soul Bell is also the one who gave me Twinborn Vine. He must know about Jun Chong, and from what Jun Chong said, I sensed that they are acquainted, but their relationship isn't good.
Standing in the bathroom, I lifted my shirt in front of the mirror. The Red Spider Lily, which had shown no signs until yesterday, was now beginning to bloom, no longer just a bud.
Though it was just starting to open, I had no idea how quickly it would fully bloom. Perhaps it would open completely in a day, or maybe it would take a long time.
"Am I really going to be harmed by a flower?"
Thinking of how Jun Chong had faced danger while searching for Soul Bell in Tianshan for my sake made me feel uneasy. "If I die, will Jun Chong be sad? Or will he laugh and say it's a relief?"
"You seem to have a decent figure; I might consider the former."
Jun Chong's voice suddenly rang out behind me. In the mirror, I saw him leaning forward, one arm wrapped around my waist while the other reached for the Red Spider Lily.
His cool fingers occasionally brushed against my sensitive areas, and with his teasing touch, I felt shivers run through me.
"Not bad at all; if you entice me into a relationship, I wouldn't refuse."
My face turned crimson in the mirror as if it were about to bleed. I swatted away his restless hand, both angry and flustered. "Pervert! Let go."
"If I weren't a pervert, you'd be dead."
"So you admit you're a pervert?"
"…"
Jun Chong released me and shot me a disdainful glance before turning to leave. I couldn't understand why he came in; was it just to tease me?
I shook my head. The current Jun Chong was no longer the gentle person he used to be; he always looked displeased with me, yet he couldn't seem to leave my side. Although there was still some pain in my heart, as long as I could see him every day, I felt at ease.
I planned to tidy up my clothes and go out, but I noticed that where Jun Chong's fingers had touched, the blooming Red Spider Lily had miraculously shrunk back into a bud.
I was suddenly startled and rushed out, a thought flashing through my mind: "Did he come in just to press down the Red Spider Lily for me?"
"Jun Chong, have you regained your memory?" I panted, standing happily in front of him, my eyes fixed on his without blinking.
Jun Chong still wore that lazy charm, his thick eyelashes unmoving as he lay half-closed on the wicker chair, feigning sleep. Hearing my loud voice, he frowned slightly in annoyance. "What nonsense are you spouting?"
"If you haven't regained your memory, why would you help me press down this flower?"
Jun Chong paused for a moment before replying, "Although I don't know how you got involved with this flower, if it blooms, you're as good as dead. And if you die, I won't be able to get the Twinborn Vine either. Do you expect me to stare at a corpse all day?"
I pouted skeptically. "I could be a ghost; then we could—"
"I'm already annoyed by your being alive; what more if you're a ghost?" Jun Chong waved his hand impatiently and turned his back to me. "Go find somewhere cooler to stay; don't disturb my rest."
"Hmph! You're just worried about me. I'll prove it!"
I stuck my tongue out at him and returned to sit beside Lin You. Lin You poked me playfully and grinned mischievously. "This kind of romance makes someone like me envious. Anxin, you're not being fair."
"…"
"Xiao You, stop teasing." Shizui chuckled and then said to me, "Sometimes he's all bark and no bite."
"Rong Zhi, if you're too idle, I can give you something to do."
Shizui didn't respond but made a shushing gesture at me. Lin You and I exchanged glances and then covered our mouths to laugh.
As the day went by, we still hadn't decided where to go for fun. I returned to my small apartment, took a shower, and lay down on the bed. At first, I couldn't fall asleep no matter what I tried, but soon fatigue hit me hard, leaving me feeling extremely weak and unable to move my soft body.
Because of my previous experiences, I knew something was definitely clinging to me. I admired its strength; after all, there was a much more powerful spirit outside. How dare this little ghost intrude here?
I thought Jun Chong would come to rescue me, but after waiting for a long time without any sign, the chilling sensation only intensified.
Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. I opened my eyes and felt a lump rise in my throat, nearly choking me with nausea.
What was lying on top of me was no ordinary ghost. It had no head, just a body from the neck down, and at the severed end were countless Little Bugs, all black, continuously gnawing at flesh and blood.
Blood dripped Drip everywhere. I suppressed my urge to vomit and dared not even breathe because this ghost reeked terribly. The stench was overwhelming, not the smell of decay but rather reminiscent of a sewer mixed with the odor of Athlete's Foot.
"Help me... help me..."
I couldn't tell where the voice came from, but I was certain it did not belong to the creature on top of me. Turning my head to search for the source, I felt a wave of despair wash over me.
The head was no cleaner than the body; its face was pockmarked with holes as if something had punctured it. Red blood flowed from within, dripping onto my pillow.
I frowned; this was the clean pillow I had just changed this morning! It hadn't even dried yet.
A ghost appeared in my room, and Jun Chong outside must have known about it, yet he still didn’t come in. Holding my breath in frustration, I cleared my throat and realized I could make a sound.
"Not only do you disgust me and dirty my bed, but you also want me to help you? Go find somewhere else to be comfortable—get lost!"
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