Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict - Chapter 203: 202 Ranran, I love you

Wen Xu doesn’t like life in the big city, because the big city makes him feel that he is always in a hurry, and his body and mind never seem to get a moment’s rest. To the sky of stars, and the smoggy days that can’t be complained about.

I finally had a chance to escape from the city and return to the countryside. Even though it was a bit poor at first, the land and mountains and rivers of my hometown finally calmed down my wandering heart. Green mountains, green waters, rolling terraced fields, lush forests and trees, all night Looking up, you can see the sky full of stars, or a big bright moon, listening to the chirping of birds and insects, sleeping on a comfortable big wooden bed until you wake up naturally, this is the life Wen Yan wants.

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A high school student that has lived as a mob-character ―― Mimori Touka

Lilian laid on his deathbed, his life nearing its end.Surrounded by the cold quiet of a hospital room, he had spent his last months immersed in novels on his phone.One novel, in particular, had captured his heart, and he yearned to finish it before succumbing to his incurable disease.But as the end drew near, he realized he couldn't access the final volume.Helplessly, he regretted the opportunities he had missed in life.And death had finally come knocking.“If only there were another world... that could offer me a second chance,” He whispered.“If only I could live a second life... in a time when I had listened.”

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.