Jing Yi hadn’t expected much. In any case, it had only been a spontaneous idea. To actually gain Qiu Ling’s promise that he would give it a thought … he really was more than surprised. It made him happy though. This was definitely proof that Qiu Ling cared quite a lot about him and his opinion.
He closed the book, put it to the side as well, and then got up, walking over to Qiu Ling. Wrapping his arms around his waist, he tiptoed and gently kissed his lips. “Thank you. I know this is difficult for you as well. I’m just trying to make sense of everything. I didn’t mean anything bad by it.”
Qiu Ling nodded and hugged him back, and then motioned over to the bed-chamber. “I know. In any case, let’s not talk about it any longer for now. Let’s just go to sleep.”
Jing Yi nodded and followed him over, finally taking off his outer robe and crawling into bed. He looked at Qiu Ling who was slowly undressing as well, his thoughts clearly still somewhere else. Jing Yi didn’t disturb him and just watched, letting him take his time. When Qiu Ling finally lay down next to him, he shifted closer, snuggling up against his chest.
It was moments like these where everything else seemed to become unimportant. As if no matter what happened, at least this quiet moment when night had fallen and they were lying together in the darkness would remain the same for eternity.
Listening to Qiu Ling’s heartbeat and feeling the warmth from his skin that couldn’t be quite contained by the thin inner robe, Jing Yi couldn’t help but think back to those memories of Jing He’s from the last night together before he had descended to the mortal realm.
At that time, they had also been lying side-by-side. And Jing He — just like he was right now — had felt peaceful after all those random thoughts had left his mind. That was just the kind of effect that the man he loved had on him. He gave him a feeling of safety and security, something he couldn’t find anywhere else. Maybe in this regard, the two of them really were quite similar.
Jing Yi smiled wryly to himself and then just buried his head in Qiu Ling’s chest, trying not to think about it any longer. In any case, he knew that he was just a part of Jing He’s life with nothing that was just his own. No matter how he looked at it, he would always be able to find something that was similar.
Qiu Ling had probably been right in that there was a reason for that which had to do with the trials. The curse Tian had put on the immortal races, it likely wasn’t for nothing. Maybe that person who Qiu Ling thought didn’t care about his creations at all had actually done that for them just as much as he had done it out of revenge.
Or maybe this thought, as well, was just something he came up with because of Jing He. After all, that previous self of his had always been a bit obsessed with that story. Naturally, he wouldn’t want to believe that Tian was that kind of asshole. If he could, he would definitely want to paint him in a good light. Jing Yi finally fell asleep with that thought in mind, and only woke up the next morning, when the sun had already risen.
Qiu Ling was still next to him but he was lying on his back and staring up at the ceiling, seemingly deep in thought judging by the way his brows were furrowed.
Jing Yi looked at him for a moment and then reached out, trying to smooth out that spot between his brows. “Don’t think too hard. You will become ugly if you do.”
Qiu Ling turned to him, his lips curving up a little. “My love, I’m the most handsome man in all the three immortal realms. There is no way I would ever become ugly.”
Jing Yi smiled as well and then inched closer again, looking at Qiu Ling’s face in silence for a moment. “You know what? I will actually believe you. Even though you’re just shamelessly praising yourself right now.”
Qiu Ling smiled and turned to the side, facing Jing Yi. “Well, I hope you had a good night.”
Jing Yi nodded. He couldn’t help but reach up again and rubbed the spot between Qiu Ling’s brows. “I did but it doesn’t look as if you can say the same. What were you thinking about?”
Qiu Ling sighed when he brought it up at but still told him honestly. “What you said yesterday. I think that you aren’t wrong. No matter what, at the end of the day, the gods do want you to disappear and for Jing He to return. No matter what they find to achieve that, the result will still be the same for you. It is just that they might find a way to do so without killing you in some gruesome way. That is currently the only thing they are trying to achieve I’d wager. And you will need to come to terms with it. If not … then we’ll just be stuck in the current situation, having the same conversations over and over again. But I think I can not expect you to come to terms with it if you aren’t allowed to do these things. And maybe being able to see Jing He or to have some contact with his family would indeed be the right way.”
“You are going to bring me over?”
Qiu Ling shook his head. “No, not that. But I will go to the Heavenly Empress and speak with her about it. I will ask her if she would speak to you. I knew that seeing Jing He is something that you want to do but I don’t think that they would allow you. I don’t want to go behind their back for this either. So … let’s call it a compromise, alright?”
Jing Yi gave a hum. “Speaking with the Heavenly Empress? Well, I think that would also be alright.” In any case, Qiu Ling was trying to help him. That was already very good.