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"Grandma"
After downing the drink in her cup, Xiao Juan instantly burst into tears. The stubborn strength she had clung to could no longer support her fragile heart, and she threw herself into Grandma Jiang's arms, crying loudly.
"Alright, my dear granddaughter, don't cry anymore," Grandma Jiang gently patted her back, offering comfort.
My parents stood by, watching the scene with a sigh, looking helpless.
I didn't know what to say; perhaps forgetting someone truly is difficult. But I believe that with enough time, Xiao Juan will return to being the lively and cheerful Xiao Juan she once was, the one with a straightforward and bold personality.
At that moment, if I softened my heart to comfort her, it would only make her more upset.
So I suppressed my feelings of guilt and regret and unhesitatingly downed the drink in my hand.
It was a shot of strong liquor, burning my throat like fire, not pleasant at all.
But I believed that this drink would tear at Xiao Juan's heart even more.
"Grandma."
Without saying much, I raised my glass towards Grandma Jiang.
She nodded and sighed, saying, "Xiao Juan isn't in a good state today. Let's let her rest for now. Once her emotions settle down a bit, we can leave tomorrow morning."
I nodded in agreement. "There's no rush; you can leave whenever you want."
Grandma Jiang said no more and helped Xiao Juan into the room. Liu Man shrugged helplessly, looked around at everyone, and then said, "Since there’s nothing else to discuss, I should head back to the office now."
As she spoke, she prepared to take her leave. I smiled wryly and said, "Thank you so much this time, Officer Liu."
Liu Man was momentarily speechless. "You've said thank you several times already."
Her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as she continued, "Actually, if we're talking about gratitude, I should be thanking you. This time, I've gained a lot of knowledge; it was truly worth the trip. Although, it was a bit too frightening at times."
Recalling how scared she had been that night, hiding under the covers, I couldn't help but chuckle. She shot me a playful glare but didn't dwell on it, and then she simply drove away in the police car.
"I'll stay another night. Tomorrow, I'll head to Jintan with Grandma Jiang and the others," Mao Shiba said, settling down in the room without saying much more.
Mingyue glanced at me but remained silent. Her expression clearly indicated that she wasn't planning to leave either, so she found a spot to sit quietly.
Mu Yan looked at Mao Shiba, then at Mingyue, and finally turned her gaze toward me.
"It's fine, don't overthink it," I whispered.
She nodded and gently patted my back with one hand while her eyes gestured for me to look at my parents.
At that moment, my parents were also looking at us with complex expressions.
Meeting their gaze, I understood what Mu Yan was thinking. I gave her a reassuring nod and walked over to my parents, speaking respectfully. "Mom, Dad, I know you have something to say to me. This time, I won't hide anything from you. Can I tell you everything you need to know?"
They nodded in response. My dad glanced at Mu Yan before quietly saying to me, "Let's step outside for a moment."
I realized he had some things he didn't want to discuss in front of Mu Yan, so without hesitation, I nodded and followed him outside.
Once outside, my parents expressed their confusion about why I chose Mu Yan—a being not entirely human—over someone like Xiao Juan, who was such a good girl.
They didn't try to force their opinions on me; they were simply curious. I didn't hide anything from them either; some things were bound to come out eventually since they were my parents.
After ensuring they were somewhat prepared for what I was about to say, I finally revealed the fact that Mu Yan and I were expecting a child.
I carefully recounted everything that had happened to me during this period, and after listening, they fell into a deep silence.
Compared to my previous brief account, this time was far more detailed.
I couldn't tell if they were in disbelief over the unknowns I described or if they were simply shocked. After a long while, my father took a deep breath, gazing into the distance, and couldn't help but exclaim, "The sky is vast and the sea is wide; it seems my son, Lin, is destined for an extraordinary path."
"Well then," he continued with a sigh, "the choices are entirely yours. Your mother and I will not influence you. But no matter what happens in the future, just remember to be careful."
"And about the Demon King's Cauldron..."
"You and Mom need not worry about the Demon King's Cauldron. I've already found several of the necessary items, and with my master around, nothing will go wrong."
I had briefly mentioned the matter of the Demon King's Cauldron to my parents but had downplayed its severity, simply framing it as a personal issue. I wanted to give them a heads-up so that if I were away for an extended period or something unexpected happened, they would be more prepared to accept it when the time came.
"Since that's the case, we can rest easy," my father nodded, choosing not to say more.
"Ah, my son has grown up; there's nothing more I can do for you now. Your future path will depend on you," my mother sighed softly, her worry evident.
I quickly reassured her, "Mom, look at what you're saying! I'm all grown up now; you can relax."
She nodded but her concern lingered.
Not wanting her to worry so much, I changed the subject. "There are still guests at home; it's almost noon. Let me help you prepare lunch."
"Okay," my mother replied, finally remembering that Grandma Jiang and Mao Shiba were still at our house.
During lunch, Xiao Juan did not come out. Grandma Jiang said she wasn't hungry. Everyone understood that she was still in a state of sadness, so no one pressed her further.
I felt a bit uneasy in my heart, so I ended up drinking a little during lunch. After finishing my meal, I started to feel drowsy and collapsed onto the bed for a nap.
However, that nap turned into a deep sleep that lasted until the next morning when I finally woke up.
My mother mentioned that no matter how much she called me the night before, I wouldn’t wake up, not even during dinner. She thought I was just exhausted, so she eventually gave up.
But when I woke up the next day, everything had changed.
And this change was not about the world around me, but about myself.
“Xiao Juan!”
This was the first thing I said upon waking up; I called out Xiao Juan's name without thinking.
My mother raised her eyebrows in surprise and asked, “Son, what’s wrong?”
“Where is Xiao Juan? Has she left?” I didn’t answer her question but instead rushed out of bed, my face filled with anxiety.
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