The Whole World Wants Me To Get Divorced chapter 24

Unspoken Feelings

This wasn’t the first time Rong Xiao heard Wen Yan confess to him.

During the time Wen Yan stayed at his house, he often declared his likes and dislikes, showering him with sweet words as if they cost nothing. It seemed like Wen Yan had turned into a sweet-talking little trickster, saying so much that even he himself didn’t care anymore.

But today, this “like” was different. It was hidden among the branches and leaves, soft like water that had soaked into his voice, as if afraid of disturbing the moonlight and clear breeze.

Feather-like, it landed on Rong Xiao’s heart, a bit ticklish and a bit painful.

Under the city’s lights, Rong Xiao looked at Wen Yan.

In the night, under the tree shade, Wen Yan wore a long robe with a white base and red stripes. His eyes were bright like starlight, every feature of his face charming and likable.

He was still so young, young enough to want to hold out his heart for the one he loved to see, to show how intense his affection was.

This “like” was too light, as if it could be sprinkled everywhere, yet it also seemed a bit too heavy, as if it would shatter if not caught.

Wen Yan felt a bit uneasy but eagerly waited for Rong Xiao’s response.

However, in the end, Rong Xiao didn’t answer him.

During this once-in-two-hundred-years Feather God celebration, many demons in Shadow Mountain City had secret romantic rendezvous. However, Rong Xiao and Wen Yan weren’t among them.

Avoiding Wen Yan’s passionate gaze, Rong Xiao casually changed the subject. “It’s time to go down; the mermaid troupe’s song and dance is about to begin.”

In the instant Wen Yan heard this response, his heart felt empty.

It was like having cold water poured over the joy in his heart.

He felt a bit sad, but in the end, he didn’t say anything. Obediently, he let Rong Xiao hold his hand and carry him back to the ground.

The mermaid’s song and dance did start soon after.

The theater was just behind this street. Rong Xiao and Wen Yan’s tickets were for a box in the center. The hall was full of spectators, and the stage was a clear and bottomless pool, allowing the mermaids to move freely.

Although Wen Yan had been looking forward to this performance for a long time, and the mermaids’ performance was indeed splendid, with dozens of them wearing light veils and dancing gracefully, their faces outstanding, and their arms and waists flexible, their singing voices akin to celestial music.

Especially the leader of the mermaids, truly a stunning beauty.

The leader was also a male, with long hair the color of seaweed, eyes shining like stars, and skin as fair as snow. He exuded an elegant and charming aura that made people unconsciously feel a desire to protect him. When he appeared, the enthusiasm in the entire hall surged.

Yet, Wen Yan just stared blankly at him, not lifting his spirits at all.

The mermaid leader was indeed beautiful, but perhaps he had been immune to Rong Xiao’s beauty for too long, and now he had developed resistance. Although he applauded along with everyone else, his mood wasn’t excited.

After coming out of the theater, Rong Xiao asked if the performance was enjoyable. Wen Yan only nodded absentmindedly and didn’t show much enthusiasm.

The two of them walked back to the Lord’s Mansion in silence.

Wen Yan went to take a bath as usual, and when he came out, he changed into a green bathrobe with light yellow ginkgo leaf patterns, quite suitable for his age.

While Rong Xiao was washing up, Wen Yan looked at the things he had bought that day, opened a box of incense, and found it labeled “Sink into Intention Incense.” It was said to allow lovers to meet in their dreams.

Wen Yan didn’t take it seriously. The person he liked was sleeping next to him, and he could see him by just opening his eyes. This incense wasn’t of much use to him.

He just thought the fragrance was pleasant, and it might help with sleep.

After arranging everything, when Rong Xiao finished washing up and came out, the room was already without lights, only the fragrance slowly diffusing. However, Wen Yan couldn’t sleep for a long time.

He kept recalling the moment under the tree when Rong Xiao avoided his gaze.

Logically speaking, he should have been mentally prepared. If Rong Xiao didn’t like him, so be it; the world didn’t decree that everyone had to like him.

But with his face buried under the blanket, turned away from Rong Xiao, the more he thought, the sorer his nose became, and his eyes also reddened.

He couldn’t understand…

These days, he often felt that Rong Xiao had started to have feelings for him. He often felt that in Rong Xiao’s gaze, there was unmistakable affection, even if it was just a fleeting moment, it should be there.

So, at that moment, he blurted out his heartfelt wish.

But Rong Xiao’s avoidance shattered his illusion, telling him that everything was just wishful thinking.

He felt more and more upset, and because Rong Xiao was right there, he didn’t dare to cry out loud. He could only bite his lips, bury his face in the pillow, and let the tears wet the pillowcase.

Rong Xiao also didn’t fall asleep.

How could he not hear the movements next to him?

He knew that Wen Yan was crying.

And he knew why he was crying.

But the pride of a young man is as fragile as admiration, and if he were to reveal it abruptly, Wen Yan would probably faint from anger.

After thinking for a while, the old monster, unusually cautious, whispered, “Can’t you sleep?”

There was a long pause before a reply came from the side, “Mm.”

“Do you want to chat then?”

“No.”

Silence ensued.

Rong Xiao could only keep quiet.

But after quite a while, there was a soft sentence from Wen Yan’s side.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Go ahead.”

Wen Yan looked towards the direction of the paper window. Because of the moonlight and the glass lights in the courtyard, the paper window had a faint misty blue color, reflecting the shadows of the maple trees in the courtyard.

Staring at the shadow of those maple leaves, he asked, “Rong Xiao, have you ever liked someone?”

He thought, Rong Xiao had lived for thousands of years, there must have been several people or monsters he liked. What did those people or monsters look like to win his affection?

It seemed that today Wen Yan was determined to confront him about whether he liked him or not.

Rong Xiao remained silent for a while and chose to answer honestly, “I don’t know but they say I have.”

Wen Yan almost couldn’t help but turn around. He felt that this was too perfunctory. What do you mean you don’t know? If you liked someone or not, shouldn’t you know?

But he soon heard Rong Xiao continue, “I have lost my memory. In the chaos 3,000 years ago, I was injured, fell into a deep sleep, and when I woke up, I didn’t remember many things. The monsters who had been with me said that 3,000 years ago, I once loved a human, a cultivator. They said I loved him very much, enough to give my life for him. But I don’t remember anything.”

Rong Xiao spoke about it calmly.

He closed his eyes, and there was nothing emerging in his mind, like a stagnant pool of dead water.

He didn’t say he didn’t remember to comfort Wen Yan; he really couldn’t recall anything about that person.

“So, what is love?” Rong Xiao continued, “Even if I am injured and lose my memory, if I really loved him deeply, how could I forget all my feelings? I don’t even remember his face or his name.”

Wen Yan didn’t expect to get such an answer.

He didn’t know why, but he felt depressed in his heart.

There was silence between the two, only the wind chimes outside occasionally making a sound. Wen Yan bought them in the afternoon, hung them under the eaves, making a tinkling sound like a restless heartbeat.

After a while, Wen Yan slowly turned around.

Under the quilt, his hand stealthily advanced, inching closer to Rong Xiao’s hand, and hooked onto Rong Xiao’s fingers.

“Since you don’t have anyone you like, can you consider me?” He confessed for the second time, within a day.

He said, “I won’t forget, Rong Xiao. I am a human, and human lifespan is only a hundred years. I will always love you.”

The tears on his face had dried up, leaving a slight redness around his eyes and nose.

When Rong Xiao opened his eyes, he saw this scene.

Wen Yan’s hand was hooked with his fingers, like a pair of lovers secretly holding hands under the covers.

Reviewing the millennia of his life, Rong Xiao had slaughtered Kunlun Mountain and invaded abandoned temples. But at no moment had he felt as shaken as he did now.

Rejecting Wen Yan was more difficult than pacifying the turmoil of mountains and rivers.

But he, unfortunately, found it difficult to say a simple “okay.”

So he reached out and gently covered Wen Yan’s eyes.

“Go to sleep.”

He used demonic power.

Wen Yan had just realized that something was wrong, and before he could struggle, drowsiness had already engulfed him, plunging him into a deep sleep.

Rong Xiao gazed at his sleeping face for a long time.

Outside the window, the wind chimes jingled in the night wind, making the room even quieter.

It wasn’t until a faint pain in his chest and the sky outside showed a hint of dawn that he got up from the bed. He took out a jade-colored bottle from his suitcase.

This bottle contained medicine specially prepared for him by his exclusive doctor, using rare and precious materials from the demonic realm. Without hesitation, he ground them into pills.

Initially, he only needed to take one.

But now, without even looking, he poured out a dozen or so and swallowed them all.