Volume 1, Chapter 40: I Refuse to Get a Divorce

When Fang Mo returned to the resort, more than half an hour had already passed.

He went upstairs, and even at the moment he raised his hand to knock on the door, a flicker of unease lingered in his heart.

He simply couldn't calm his restless emotions.

He didn't know how Sister Yuelan would react upon seeing him now.

They say that when a woman is angry, she shouldn’t be left alone, or else she’ll start overthinking. Had Sister Yuelan been angry just now?

She must have been truly upset, right?

Fang Mo bit his lip, wishing he could slap himself. It was all his own reckless desire to blame.

They had agreed to just try getting to know each other and cultivate their feelings, yet in this short week, how had he lost control of himself?

“Sister Yuelan, I’m back.”

Knock knock knock—

He rapped on the door.

Ning Yuelan seemed to have been waiting right outside. The moment he knocked, the door swung open.

Her face gave away no trace of feminine joy or anger, but Fang Mo could clearly feel that something was off compared to her usual self.

Her complexion was as pale as paper.

Even the skin that had been so youthful and dewy during the day now looked dull.

Fang Mo was startled, guilt deepening in his brow.

It was all because of his rash behavior that Sister Yuelan was so startled she looked like this.

“Sister Yuelan, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have had improper thoughts about you. I know you must be very disappointed in me now. If you’re really angry, you can scold me. If that’s not enough, you can even hit me…”

At that moment, the young man looked like a scolded schoolboy, bowing his head low without daring to look up.

Ning Yuelan was momentarily stunned by his words.

What was this fool babbling about?

“But sister isn’t angry at all.”

The next moment, she pouted her cherry lips, which had been rosy and tender earlier but now lacked any color.

Her weak appearance stirred in Fang Mo an even stronger urge to protect her, along with crushing guilt.

He bit his lips, feeling that Ning Yuelan’s words were nothing but a comfort to him.

“Sister Yuelan, do you want to divorce me?”

Ning Yuelan was stunned once again.

“Huh?”

Fang Mo looked up pitifully.

“Is it because you’re so disappointed in me that you don’t want me anymore?”

A woman only shows such calmness toward a man she no longer loves.

There’s no need to display any emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness—because she deems it unnecessary. To put it bluntly, it means you’re no longer worthy.

In Fang Mo’s eyes, Ning Yuelan was just in such a state.

She paused for a long moment before silently extending a slender jade-like hand toward him.

Fang Mo was caught off guard for a moment, but Ning Yuelan suddenly pulled him sharply.

“You idiot, sister said this morning she didn’t want to remarry, you…”

“Have you forgotten?”

“You’re not angry with me anymore?”

Feeling the softness and warmth in his arms, Fang Mo’s heart pounded wildly.

“I never got angry at all!”

Ning Yuelan rolled her eyes and tugged on Fang Mo’s ear.

“I never want to hear the word ‘divorce’ from you again. If one day we do divorce, it won’t be because of you. It’ll be because your sister has a terminal illness. Maybe then, I won’t want to burden you, so I’ll leave.”

“Other than that, mountains may crumble, the earth may split, but I will never sever ties with you!”

Those last words, Ning Yuelan spoke through clenched teeth, each word nearly forced out.

Fang Mo felt not only the warmth of her breath on his face but also the intense love she carried for him.

His restless heart instantly calmed. Though uncertain of the future, one thing was clear—

Sister Yuelan truly loved him.

Suddenly, Ning Yuelan’s body went limp. Fortunately, Fang Mo was holding her, preventing her from collapsing to the floor, but he was startled.

“Sister Yuelan, what’s wrong?”

“I’m weak.”

Biting her red lips in shame and frustration, Ning Yuelan finally sighed helplessly.

“It’s leaked again.”

Leaked?

What on earth—

Hiss!

Blood!?

Only then did Fang Mo snap back to reality: Sister Yuelan was on her period.

Though he had no experience with intimacy, he understood that the first day of menstruation was agonizingly painful for women.

“Did you buy painkillers and sanitary pads?”

Ning Yuelan looked weakly up at him.

He hurriedly nodded, then smiled bitterly and shook his head.

“I have sanitary pads. I wasn’t sure what type you preferred, so I bought one of every kind. The painkillers…”

Fang Mo hesitated.

“I met a guy at the pharmacy. His wife was in labor and he had just gotten the last box of painkillers from five different stores nearby. I only took one pill and gave the rest to him.”

“Sorry, Sister Yuelan. I know I didn’t consider your feelings, but I…”

He bit his lip, guilt and pain written on his face. “I just can’t bear to see others suffer.”

He thought of himself as a pure-hearted flower. Though he worried Sister Yuelan might divorce him because of his recklessness, he still gave away the last painkiller. Who knew if that man’s story was even true?

Hearing this, Ning Yuelan was first stunned, then chuckled softly.

“You’re still the same as when you were little.”

The same as when he was little?

Before Fang Mo could react, Ning Yuelan lightly kissed his cheek.

“You did the right thing. Why feel guilty?”

“Give me the sanitary pads. I’ll go change first. Can you wait outside for me?”

Fang Mo was momentarily stunned by how quickly the topic had shifted.

Ning Yuelan didn’t want to go to the bathroom so soon to change, but she was feeling so uncomfortable that if she didn’t change now, her pants would surely be soaked in blood.

As Ning Yuelan slipped into the bathroom, Fang Mo hesitated, glancing at the only electric kettle in the room.

To make brown sugar water, hot water was essential. Since Sister Yuelan was on her period, there was no way he could let her drink cold water.

As soon as he entered the room, a strong metallic scent hit him.

Still confused, he heard Ning Yuelan’s anxious voice from the bathroom.

“Don’t, don’t go in. Just wait by the door. We’ll change hotels later…”

“Brother Shen!”

“Hmm!”

Shen Changqing walked along the street. Whenever he met someone familiar, they would greet each other or nod.

But no matter who it was,

everyone’s face was devoid of any extra expression, as if indifferent to everything.

Shen Changqing was used to this.

Because this was the Demon Suppression Bureau—a faction responsible for maintaining stability in the Great Qin dynasty, primarily tasked with slaying demons and monsters, though they had other side duties as well.

In truth,

everyone in the Demon Suppression Bureau had blood on their hands.

When one grows accustomed to life and death, they become indifferent to many things.

When Shen Changqing first came to this world, he felt uneasy, but over time grew accustomed.

The Bureau was vast.

Those who remained within were either formidable experts or those with the potential to become one.

Shen Changqing belonged to the latter.

The Bureau divided into two professions: Guardians and Exorcists.

Anyone entering the Bureau started at the lowest level as an Exorcist,

and then gradually advanced, with hopes of becoming a Guardian.

Shen Changqing’s previous incarnation was a trainee Exorcist—the lowest rank among Exorcists.

With the memories of his former self,

he was very familiar with the Bureau’s environment.

After a short while, Shen Changqing stopped before a pavilion.

Unlike the other grim and bloodstained places in the Bureau, this pavilion stood out like a crane among chickens, exuding a different kind of tranquility amidst the pervasive bloodshed.

At this moment, the pavilion’s door stood wide open, with occasional comings and goings.

Shen Changqing hesitated briefly, then strode inside.

Upon entering,

the atmosphere shifted abruptly.

A faint scent of ink mingled with a slight metallic tang hit him, causing his brows to furrow instinctively, though he soon relaxed.

The bloodstain scent on everyone in the Bureau was almost impossible to wash away.