Offering flowers before the Buddha

"I am Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I've already been dead..."
A strange parchment, an eye that peeks into the darkness. This is the memoir of a person who survived.

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Mysterious Revival

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"How long do you plan on holding me like this?"


After quite some time, Yang Jian, with his head still buried in Jiang Yan's embrace, couldn't help but ask. His emotions remained as calm as before, seemingly unchanged.


"No, I want to hold you for as long as I want," Jiang Yan murmured with her head tucked away, then tightened her grip around Yang Jian's neck, as if all her long-suppressed feelings had burst forth at that moment.


Even though Yang Jian was influenced by the malevolent spirit and had been through a lot, his feelings were quite indifferent, but that wasn't the case for Jiang Yan.


She was an ordinary person, a very healthy ordinary woman at that, so her feelings for Yang Jian were incredibly ardent. It was only due to various reasons that she couldn't stay by his side for long durations.


"Then can you not wipe your nose on my clothes?" Yang Jian said.


"It's your fault for ignoring me," Jiang Yan huffed softly, wiping her nose deliberately once again.


Chapter 678: The Phone Call Home