The Whole World Wants Me To Get Divorced chapter 43

Gentle Snowfall

The school Wen Yan attended had a notorious reputation for a high failure rate. On one occasion, half of the students had to retake exams.

In response, Yu Bu Wen, on the day of the final exams, prepared a heartfelt breakfast for Wen Yan, wishing the young master good luck.

Wen Yan himself, however, showed no signs of nervousness. Jokes aside, he was confident he wouldn’t fail even if the exam papers were challenging.

He even planned on going to the movies with Rong Xiao after the exams. While peeling eggs, he even calculated with Rong Xiao, saying, “Why do I feel like since we’ve been together, you’ve never taken me on a date? The last time was months ago. Is this the pace that couples in the honeymoon phase should have?”

Certainly not.

Nowadays, Rong Xiao no longer needed Wen Yan to exchange dates for good grades. He helped wipe off a bit crumbs of from Wen Yan’s lips, and said, “Alright, what do you want to watch?”

Wen Yan, upon hearing this, became enthusiastic.

“I’ve already bought tickets, a couple’s seat. Just come pick me up when it’s time.”

Rong Xiao didn’t ask any further.

Interestingly, despite movies existing in this world for many years, he rarely felt inclined to go to the cinema. He had little interest in human affairs and disliked crowded places.

But if Wen Yan wanted to go, he was willing to accompany him.

After finishing breakfast, Wen Yan headed to the universityl. In the cold winter, the area outside the classrooms was shivering cold, but the classrooms were unnaturally warm due to the heating, making people feel drowsy after sitting for a while.

Over two days, Wen Yan slept through four exams. Luckily, he completed the papers before sleeping, and the teachers, although finding him quite conspicuous, couldn’t do anything about it.

After the exams, Wen Yan rushed to find Rong Xiao.

The two went to a restaurant for lunch, queued for movie tickets, and Wen Yan also bought popcorn and cola.

In the cinema lobby, more than half of the people were couples. They blended in, looking like an ordinary pair, albeit exceptionally handsome.

It wasn’t until now that Rong Xiao remembered to ask Wen Yan about the movie.

Wen Yan hadn’t really read the plot synopsis.

He was purely drawn by the leading actor, Lan Qi. Ever since he knew Lan Qi was a merman, Wen Yan’s liking for him had not diminished.

“It’s a romantic movie, probably a comedy,” Wen Yan pondered as he looked at the poster. “I remember the two protagonists are a human and a monster, quite similar to us, right?”

Rong Xiao remained noncommittal.

He couldn’t see any connection between the movie and their relationship. It was just a love story fabricated by human scriptwriters, specially designed to deceive naive youths like Wen Yan.

Naive Wen Yan had no idea what the old monster beside him was silently complaining about.

With confidence he shouldn’t have had without reading spoilers, Wen Yan firmly believed it was a romantic comedy.

After all, it was made for young couples. Making a tragedy would be deliberately antagonizing the audience. The production team wouldn’t be so unethical.

…Well, turns out, the production team was indeed unethical.

The male lead died in battle, and the female lead, being a monster, was locked in a monster-sealing tower, unable to escape for eternity.

The ending was downright heart-wrenching, providing a refreshing wake-up call in the middle of winter.

After watching the two-hour movie, the girl sitting next to Wen Yan in the couple’s seat was already in tears, looking thoroughly miserable.

Wen Yan didn’t feel like crying but had red eyes.

After leaving the theater, he couldn’t help but exclaim his dissatisfaction with the production team.

“The director is a scoundrel,” Wen Yan, speaking with a bit of a stutter, said, “If he wanted to make a tragedy, he could have, but why make it so beautiful? Is he a pervert who enjoys watching the audience in tears?”

Rong Xiao, however, remained unmoved, showing no signs of sorrow.

It was just a death and an injury, the separation between heaven and man. Every day in this world, countless farewells and partings occurred, and any random incident was a hundred times more tragic than a movie.

For an ancient monster over ten thousand years old, having a soft heart like a human was already a rare occurrence.

Fortunately, Wen Yan only felt a bit melancholic for a while before quickly adjusting. Holding Rong Xiao’s hand, they strolled leisurely outside the mall.

They didn’t drive that day, choosing instead to take a slow walk.

During the hours inside the mall, snow continued to fall without stopping. A thick layer of snow had accumulated on the ground, producing a faint crunching sound as they walked. Wen Yan’s hands were in Rong Xiao’s pocket, and the bright moonlight illuminated them. Snowflakes slowly descended from the moonlight, landing on their hair and shoulders. It seemed as if they were walking towards a white future.

Passing by a street corner, Wen Yan noticed an old lady selling white camellia bead bracelets. He glanced at them, and Rong Xiao went over to buy one, putting it on Wen Yan’s wrist.

They also bought freshly baked cheese potatoes from a nearby store. Rong Xiao skillfully scooped up a spoonful and fed it to Wen Yan.

His actions were skillful and natural. Wen Yan swallowed it with a turn of his eyes, thinking that if he didn’t know about the old monster’s lackluster romantic history, he might suspect Rong Xiao had numerous exes due to this practiced tenderness.

With these thoughts, he couldn’t help but smile, feeling a subtle sense of triumph. Rong Xiao’s tenderness was his exclusive privilege.

However, when Rong Xiao asked why he was smiling, Wen Yan remained silent.

No matter how long the road, there is always an end, especially considering the mall wasn’t far from their home.

After circling a street, they reached the territory of the monsters, and the noise of the human world was blocked out. Their home was getting closer.

Yet, Wen Yan suddenly stopped walking.

“What’s wrong?” Rong Xiao asked.

Although they were a meter apart, their hands were still entwined, and their reflections on the ground formed a bridge.

Wen Yan’s gaze fell on their joined fingers, and he despised his own affectation.

He wore a red scarf that day, half of his face buried in it, making his snow-white skin appear rosy in the moonlight. He wanted to tell Rong Xiao something. Ever since they left the cinema, his heart had been crawling with tiny ants, and he had been holding it in all this time.

He didn’t want to bother Rong Xiao with a boring and affected question. Being with Rong Xiao already made him happy enough.

But perhaps because of the movie, or perhaps because of the fate of the human and monster in the movie, the worries that had been lurking in his heart for so long couldn’t help but surface, trembling along the way.

He asked softly, “Rong Xiao, will you love me forever?”

This was the first time he had spoken the word “love” so directly to Rong Xiao, and his voice trembled slightly.

He continued, “I am a human. I am still young and good-looking now, only eighteen. But I will grow old one day. There will be a time when I might even be ahead of you. When I’m old, will you still like me as you do now?”

At that time, I won’t be good-looking anymore.

I won’t be young and vibrant like now.

But there are plenty of beautiful and cute young people in the world who will be more charming and likable than an aging me. Just like in the movie we just watched.

The male protagonist, a human, already had white hair on his temples, while the female protagonist, a monster, remained in the youthful years of their first meeting.

By that time, we will appear terribly mismatched.

This was the most anxious part of Wen Yan’s heart. He loved a monster, and he never thought there was anything wrong with monsters. He just felt that he, being a human, was not good enough.

He was afraid that he couldn’t be with Rong Xiao until the end.

He almost dared not look up at Rong Xiao.

But after just a few seconds, his face was lifted by a pair of hands. The one-meter distance between him and Rong Xiao vanished, and the two were now close.

Rong Xiao looked at him seriously and said, “I will. As I’ve told you before, every day of my life belongs to you.”

He kissed Wen Yan’s forehead, and it was cold.

“You won’t be ahead of me. I swear.”

Wen Yan felt his nose sour again. He hugged Rong Xiao’s waist and wiped his tears on Rong Xiao’s body.

It seemed that from the beginning, he knew the answer from Rong Xiao, but he still had to ask and seek a result.

And just as he thought, Rong Xiao gave him the answer.

Rong Xiao embraced his shoulders, and the melting snow on his fingertips was wet. He said softly, “Monsters can now share their lives with humans. Human cultivators, when they reach a certain level of cultivation, can also extend their lifespan and youth.”

Rong Xiao patted Wen Yan’s back. “But whether you cultivate or grow old, I will love you as always.”

Wen Yan felt a softness in his heart, but he still didn’t want to let go of Rong Xiao.

The world was silent, the moonlight was gentle, how could he let go?

He leaned on Rong Xiao’s shoulder and made a soft “hmm.”

This not-so-long path took Wen Yan and Rong Xiao half an hour to finish.

After ridiculing his own affectation, Wen Yan became happy again. When they entered the yard, he made a small snowman, using ice magic to preserve it for the entire winter.

While he made the snowman, Rong Xiao watched him. He looked so young, so cute, and yet so clumsy.

In this relationship, it seemed that Wen Yan was always more anxious, worrying about his aging as a human, worrying about his youth and lack of composure.

But what he truly needed to worry about was himself.

Rong Xiao opened a cigarette box, took out a cigarette, and lit it. The orange-red cigarette end flashed in the dark, reflecting in his deep green eyes.

The mint flavor felt even colder in the winter, making even a single inhale feel bone-chilling.

But Rong Xiao seemed oblivious to it.

On the part of his wrist revealed from his sleeve, there were still some black and red marks left from the afternoon’s treatment.

During the time when Wen Yan was taking exams, he managed to find time to try various medicines at the medical center specifically for him, displaying an unprecedented level of cooperation with the physicians. Dozens of rare herbs were tried one after another, and even he found it hard to digest them all.

And how long these medicines could sustain him and whether he could regain his life, he wouldn’t know until three days later.

He watched Wen Yan under the tree, putting eyes on the snowman, and for the first time, a sense of cowardice arose in his heart, timidly praying that the treatment would be effective.

But the gods were already dead, and he didn’t even know where to send his prayers.