Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 85 - 0 is a dream

Chapter 85: 085 is a dream

Chapter 85: 085 is a dream

“Your mind is so simple, how could you think of so many things?” He Xing chuckled and gently knocked on Fu Han’s head.

Under the starry sky, his smile shone as if it would light up, glaringly bright to the point of being unbearable to look at directly; yet it was like a magnet, irresistibly drawing one closer.

Fu Han stood in front of him, looking up at him, she tiptoed slightly and gently kissed his chin.

This was the first time she kissed He Xing, but all her courage put together only dared her to kiss his chin, not daring to touch his lips.

He slightly looked down at Fu Han, resembling a deity residing in Sky City looking down on the mortal world, indifferent, cold, with a hint of pity.

Fu Han, with her face flushed, avoided his gaze and said in a voice as low as a mosquito’s, “Today… today is my birthday, and it’s also… it’s also the day Grandpa announces our wedding news, this… consider this your birthday gift to me.”

She waited for a while but did not receive a response from He Xing, worried he might be angry, she hurriedly looked up.

Suddenly, He Xing cupped her cheeks and kissed her deeply.

So it turned out that a kiss really was sweet.

Fu Han liked sweet things, but she felt that no candy or cake in the world could compare to the sweetness of He Xing’s lips, a sweetness that reached deep into her heart.

He Xing’s breathing suddenly grew heavy, his hand slid down, one landing on her waist, holding her tighter. Fu Han was like under a spell, completely paralyzed, but even if she had the strength now, she would never push He Xing away.

The vast starry sky was not as bright as He Xing’s eyes, the sea of fireflies was not as attractive as He Xing’s face, and the thousands of mountains and rivers in her eyes were not as lovely as He Xing’s smile.

She did not answer He Xing, only wrapping her arms around his waist,

Suddenly, something nudged Fu Han’s feet, slippery and smooth; she thought it was a snake and jumped in fright, her eyes wide open.

The starry sky was still too beautiful to look away from, but where was the shadow of fireflies?

She was covered in a blanket, still dressed in a jersey, sweater, and warm clothes, not even a shadow of He Xing to be seen?

As for what was at her feet, it was not the supposed snake but a sleeping little seal.

“It was just a spring dream.” Fu Han murmured with a faint smile, feeling somewhat shy and nostalgic, but with more embarrassment and complicated emotions that were hard to express.

On her eighteenth birthday Coming-of-Age Ceremony, Grandfather He hosted a grand birthday PARTY for her. She wore a princess dress with a crown and all the guests sang her praises, making her truly believe she was a princess.

When Grandfather He asked her what gift she wanted, she said she wanted to marry He Xing and spend her life with him.

Grandfather He immediately announced that they would prepare a grand wedding for them once He Xing and Fu Han reached the legal age for marriage.

Now, recalling it, she still feels it was an unreal and too wonderful day.

Was it even real to begin with?

The engagement between her and He Xing was just a beautiful bubble, one that only existed because Grandfather He wanted to repay her parents for saving his life.

Now that the dream has ended, she and He Xing should return to their respective paths, those being two lines that will never intersect.

Actually, on her eighteenth birthday night, they did go to see the fireflies, and she did kiss He Xing, only it was she who initiated it and He Xing who passively complied.

Even when she wanted to take it a step further, He Xing pushed her away, saying it wasn’t the right time.

She never expected to dream about that tonight, the dream in which He Xing took the initiative,

Fu Han touched her own cheeks, now outside in Snowland and freezing, yet her face was red-hot. She wasn’t feverish, just her mind replaying the events from the dream.

She thought, if on that night of her eighteenth year, she had given everything to He Xing, would she have had the courage to leave He Xing three years ago?

The answer is no; even now, looking back, she does not regret leaving three years ago; it is precisely because of the courage she had three years ago that she now has the strength to annul the engagement with He Xing.

Only, if she had known that one day she would be strangers with He Xing, perhaps she would have been braver three years ago.

…

Early the next morning, Fu Han appeared with two prominent panda eyes, both Luo Qinghe and Bai Wei showed a great deal of concern.

Luo Qinghe was particularly curious about how Fu Han felt sleeping with the little seal; Bai Wei, on the other hand, kept pressing Fu Han for the reason for her insomnia, determined to get to the bottom of it.

Fu Han casually brushed them off with a few words, and the three, along with the little seal, hurriedly ate breakfast, then discussed helping the little guy find his mother.

In the boundless expanse of Antarctica, where everything was snow and ice, even black soil was rarely seen, and the vapor they breathed out was almost solid enough to hang frozen on the ground.

The little seal trotted after Fu Han, its eyes filled with love as it regarded her. According to Luo Qinghe, it seemed as though the seal believed Fu Han to be its mother.

After nearly two hours of walking, Luo Qinghe, leading the way, finally stopped: “According to the map, this is the area where seals roam. We should be able to leave it here and it should be fine.”

Fu Han looked around, seeing no difference between this place and where they had camped the night before. She felt a little sad for the not-yet-weaned little one. What if they had got the location wrong and the little guy couldn’t find food tonight?

She bent down and stroked the little seal’s head: “Take a look and see if you recognize this place. If you do, give two barks to call for your parents to come pick you up.”

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“How did I not know you had the skill to communicate with animals?” Luo Qinghe chuckled mischievously, teasing without reservation.

Naturally, this earned him a roll of the eyes from Fu Han.

He was not upset, instead, he rummaged through his backpack and blew a whistle he had prepared. Fu Han had one too; It was meant for them to find each other in case they got separated.

The whistle sounded sharp and urgent, practically noise pollution to Fu Han, who wished she could stuff her ears with cotton.

But unexpectedly, this tactic proved effective. Something in the distance on the ice began moving, heading in their direction. The sound of the water slapping was loud and clear.