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nTranslator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

nJust as she was about to reach the door, she suddenly turned around and looked at the small bed in the room. The two of them lay down and slept for a while. The bedsheets were a little messy, and she had a strange feeling in her heart. She quickly walked to the bed and tidied up the bedding. This was the first time she made a bed since she transmigrated.

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nWhen she’s done, she raised her head and saw Lu Wanggui looking at her with a smile. She explained, “The bed is too messy. I don’t feel comfortable looking at it.”

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nShe did not sound convincing at all.

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nAccording to the custom of Jiang City, the night before cremation and burial was very important. Although Lu Wanggui was not a direct relative, he had almost taken care of everything. Therefore, as a filial child, it was very tiring for him.

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nXiang Xiaoyuan watched as Lu Wanggui was busy participating in the ceremony. He had knelt down and offered incense countless times. Some people would occasionally slack off, but Lu Wanggui always did it earnestly. Therefore, when it was time to rest, Xiang Xiaoyuan saw that Lu Wanggui’s forehead was blue.

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nShe thought about it and drove to a pharmacy a few kilometers away to buy some medicinal oil. When no one was paying attention, she took Lu Wanggui back to the funeral home and closed the door behind her.

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nLu Wanggui didn’t know what she was going to do. Before he could ask, she took out a bottle of medicinal oil from her bag and said while reading the instruction manual, “Your forehead is blue. You need to be treated.”

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nLu Wanggui stared at her as she opened the small bottle and poured some medicinal oil into her palm. She rubbed it with force according to the instructions and gestured for Lu Wanggui to sit down. “I’ll apply the medicine for you.”

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nLu Wanggui stared at her for a long time before he slowly sat down.

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nDue to his position, Xiang Xiaoyuan was looking down at him now. She moved a little closer and reached out to touch his forehead. There was a warm sensation.

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nXiang Xiaoyuan clumsily pressed down on his forehead. The smell of the medicinal oil spread in the air. When she felt that the medicinal oil in her hand was almost completely absorbed, she let out a sigh of relief and wanted to take a step back. Unexpectedly, Lu Wanggui suddenly reached out and grabbed her slender wrist.

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nXiang Xiaoyuan lowered her head to look at him.

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nTheir eyes met, and the look in Lu Wanggui’s eyes stunned her. Lu Wanggui was supposed to be a stranger to her, but she was not afraid.

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nIn the next second, Lu Wanggui stood up. He was almost a head taller than her, and she was looking directly at his chin and could clearly see his Adam’s apple.

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nHer heart tightened. By the time she reacted, the tip of her nose was filled with his cold aura. He hugged her without any explanation and rested his chin on her head. After an unknown amount of time, he said in a hoarse voice, “Thank you.”

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nAll these years, he had sent his parents away and watched his relatives die off one after another. When his father passed away, he and his mother were the only ones left. At that time, he was extremely afraid, but he could only hide in a corner and endure it.

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nLater, his mother also passed away. How did it feel at that time? Lonely. It was as if he was the only one left in the world. Now that his uncle had passed away, he was already used to it. However, when he saw the person lying in the coffin and that he would never open his eyes and call out to him lovingly, his heart felt empty.

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nAs usual, he put on a mask and dealt with everything in an orderly manner. If it wasn’t for Xiang Xiaoyuan, even if he was sad, he could ignore these feelings. He could even return to work after some time. At his age, sadness was a privilege.

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nWhat’s the difference now that she was by his side? She was just a normal person without any special skills. However, as long as he talked to her and hugged her to sleep for a while, he seemed to be comforted.

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nLu Wanggui remembered a saying he’d heard a while back, “People become colder and more numb as they grow older, but they will also become more fragile and soft.”

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nLu Wanggui did not know what kind of person he would become, but he knew that he longed for the warmth that Xiang Xiaoyuan brought to him.

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nLu Wanggui lit another incense for his uncle. After sweeping around the mourning hall, he did not see his aunt. After asking other relatives, he walked out of the mourning hall.

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nHis aunt was in the empty space behind the funeral home. Under the cold moonlight, she was bending over and sweeping the fallen leaves on the floor. He had not seen her shed a single tear in the past few days. She was acting extremely normal, it seemed that his uncle hadn’t passed away.

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nHis aunt had habitually packed some of his uncle’s favorite braised pork.. He walked towards her.

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