Chapter 80: Eternal Day (End of Main Text)

Chapter 80: Eternal Day (End of Main Story)

Hearing the sound, Xu Xingli turned his head in a daze, his gaze locking directly with Xu Zhou’s.

Xu Zhou took a few steps forward, frowning as he asked, “What are you doing?” He intended to help the person squatting on the ground stand up.

Xu Xingli was pulled up by the arm, still clutching a dozen letters. He blankly handed them over, not forgetting to answer Xu Zhou’s question: “I just accidentally bumped into this…”

Xu Zhou seemed completely unconcerned. He put the letters back on the table, then carefully scrutinized Xu Xingli from head to toe, asking, “Where did you bump yourself? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine,” Xu Xingli said. He then tried to squat down again to pick up the remaining letters on the floor, but Xu Zhou stopped him.

“Don’t pick them up. They’re all drafts.”

Xu Xingli glanced at him, pouting. “Who says?” he asked. “If they’re drafts, why are you keeping them?”

Xu Zhou was momentarily speechless.

Xu Xingli sighed. He first led Xu Zhou back to the sofa, then soothingly said, “I’ll tidy up, then come back and make you some medicine. It’ll be quick, so don’t wander off.”

Xu Zhou watched him quietly, then pulled his wrist. “No need to tidy up,” he said.

Xu Xingli pursed his lips and patiently explained, “Yes, even if they’re drafts, they need to be tidied up, otherwise the house will be a mess.”

Xu Zhou tightened his grip. “Let’s make the medicine first,” he said.

Xu Xingli: “…”

Forget it. Why argue with a patient whose mind is clouded by fever?

He took a deep breath, then smiled and nodded. “Alright then,” he said.

He turned to go to the study to get the medicine. It only took a few seconds to go and come back, but when he emerged from the study, he saw someone sitting on the sofa.

His gaze instinctively followed, meeting someone’s deep, dark eyes once again.

Xu Xingli: “…”

Perhaps sensing his speechlessness, Xu Zhou blinked, then skillfully lay back on the sofa and covered himself with the quilt.

Xu Xingli, who witnessed the whole process, thought: “…”

Is this person just feverish? Did he really not drink behind my back??

He rubbed his forehead, closed his eyes, and decided to pretend he hadn’t seen anything.

There was no hot water at home, and Xu Zhou didn’t stay put while the water was boiling. He kept testing the limits of staying in bed, and Xu Xingli had to poke his head out to check on him every few seconds. Finally, he simply leaned against the doorframe, staring straight at him.

Xu Zhou also looked innocent, his cheeks flushed from fever, and he stared back with wide eyes.

Xu Xingli pursed his lips, then raised a hand to rub his temples.

Finally, he managed to get the medicine down Xu Zhou and ordered him to sleep well. But instead of letting Xu Xingli leave, Xu Zhou wrapped his arms around Xu Xingli’s waist and lay down on the sofa with him, not forgetting to pull the quilt over them.

“Sleep, let’s sleep together.” Xu Zhou’s equally hot lips pressed against the back of Xu Xingli’s neck, and his burning breath made Xu Xingli shiver.

How could he possibly sleep like this?!

Held tightly in Xu Zhou’s arms, Xu Xingli bit his lip, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

He didn’t really sleep much. After all, there was an extremely hard and hot body pressed against his back, making it impossible to fall asleep peacefully.

After an unknown amount of time, steady and even breathing finally came from behind him. Xu Xingli then opened his eyes and moved slightly.

Xu Zhou also tightened his arms, rubbing his nose against the skin on the back of Xu Xingli’s neck, but showed no signs of waking up.

Xu Xingli finally breathed a sigh of relief. He waited a little longer, then finally moved again.

He first gently pried open Xu Zhou’s fingers clasped around his waist, then quietly got off the sofa. He didn’t dare to wear shoes, tiptoeing to the study.

It was still a mess in the study. Xu Xingli bent down and picked up the letters one by one, then patiently sorted them.

After he had finished reading all the contents of the letters, footsteps suddenly sounded from outside the door.

Xu Xingli was startled and quickly stood up. Before he could reach the door, Xu Zhou had already walked in.

Seeing Xu Xingli’s bare feet, Xu Zhou frowned and carried him to a chair. Xu Zhou’s cheeks were abnormally red under the warm yellow eye-protection lamp, and upon seeing the neatly arranged letters on the desk, even his ears turned red.

“You finished reading them?”

Xu Xingli blinked, then nodded.

Xu Zhou raised a hand to cover his eyes, somewhat helplessly. “I should have put them in the drawer,” he mumbled.

“Why?” Xu Xingli widened his eyes. “Aren’t these written for me?”

Xu Zhou’s ear tips were crimson. He covered his face with splayed fingers, saying nothing more.

But Xu Xingli suddenly realized something. His eyes widened, and the corners of his lips curved slightly as he incredulously asked, “You’re not shy, are you, Xu Zhou?”

Xu Zhou almost bolted out the door.

Xu Xingli looked amused. He pulled Xu Zhou back, and seeing him still covering his face with splayed fingers, couldn’t help but laugh. “So you like me this much,” he said. “I’m so happy.”

Xu Zhou was momentarily stunned.

Xu Xingli slowly peeled away Xu Zhou’s fingers, looked up, and kissed his lips. “I’m so happy, Xu Zhou,” he said. “I like you very much too, and I want to write you letters now.”

Xu Xingli’s lips were a little cool, pecking him on and off. Xu Zhou slowly lowered his hand in response to Xu Xingli’s movements, and lowered his head to meet him.

Actually, these little thoughts couldn’t be hidden. He wanted Xu Xingli to know, but also feared Xu Xingli seeing them. He feared this love being seen by the person he liked, and also feared this love being too deep and heavy.

But Xu Xingli accepted it all. He held up this love.

That was enough.

Having promised to write letters to Xu Zhou, Xu Xingli truly began to do so. If they were together, he’d write one letter a day; if Xu Zhou was on a business trip, it would be one letter a week, rain or shine.

Xu Xingli’s collaboration with FIRE Company on the “Old Songs, New Tunes” project was a great success. Initially met with skepticism from band fans, his solid strength steadily improved his reputation. Xu Xingli also found inspiration, releasing three new original songs in a few months, each of excellent quality and ranking high in play counts. His popularity soared, seizing every opportunity to build a strong foundation and ascend step by step.

Everything was going well, which should have been a cause for happiness, but Xu Zhou could sense from Xu Xingli’s letters that he was becoming increasingly anxious, as if fearing something was coming.

Xu Zhou knew what Xu Xingli was afraid of.

Time flew by quickly. In less than half a month, it would be the day of the car accident from their previous life.

Although there was no evidence that they would experience the same accident as in their previous life, and even Lin Xie, who had died in the previous life, was still alive, the impact of that day was too great for them. Not only Xu Xingli, but Xu Zhou was also flustered, but he couldn’t show it. He couldn’t make Xu Xingli more afraid.

A week before that day, Xu Xingli had asked Xu Zhou, “If I die again in this life, what will you do?”

Xu Zhou comforted him, saying, “I’ll be with you.”

Xu Xingli pursed his lips. “…I don’t need you to be with me,” he replied.

Xu Zhou said earnestly, “If you die, I won’t be able to live either. My previous life has already proven that point.”

Xu Xingli bit his lower lip, which Xu Zhou smoothed with his finger. “You won’t die, and neither will I,” Xu Zhou said.

Xu Xingli argued stubbornly, as if sulking. “What if?” he pressed. “If that time really comes, what then?”

Xu Zhou sighed softly, pinched Xu Xingli’s nose, and said, “What can we do? We can only pray to be reborn again, and pray that you fall in love with me again.”

Xu Xingli twitched his nose.

Xu Zhou then smiled. “Don’t think so much,” he said. “Even if that day comes, we’ll still be together. Clear your schedule next week; we’ll go back to China and take Sterre to see the stars.”

Xu Xingli blinked, opened his mouth as if to say something, but said nothing. He just smiled and nodded.

They went to the highest point in the country. As a result, both of them and the cat suffered from altitude sickness and lay in the guesthouse for two days. Fortunately, they made it to the day of the car accident.

Because he had slept for two whole days, Xu Xingli was not sleepy at all that day. From sunrise, even though Xu Zhou constantly found interesting things to distract him, Xu Xingli was still very anxious. Every few minutes, he would check his phone for the time, or just stare blankly while holding Sterre.

This symptom became more pronounced in the afternoon. When Xu Xingli was once again holding a cat wand and staring blankly at an empty space, Xu Zhou scooped him up from the carpet.

Xu Zhou patted him all over, brushing off some cat hair. “I just rented a tent in the stargazing area,” he said. “I heard there are meteors tonight. Let’s go now.”

Xu Xingli was startled. “Now?” he asked.

It’s only four in the afternoon!

Xu Zhou nodded unceremoniously, giving Xu Xingli no time to hesitate. With one hand, he scooped up Xu Xingli, and with the other, he held Sterre’s leash, bringing both human and cat into the car.

The guesthouse they were staying at was not far from the stargazing area, and they arrived in half an hour. The rented tent was already set up, and Xu Zhou carried both Xu Xingli and the cat inside.

The weather was clear today, with dazzling light spilling from the sky to the ground. The sun was already quite scorching in early summer, but due to the high altitude, Xu Xingli didn’t feel too hot. Instead, his hands and feet felt a bit cold.

Xu Zhou held Xu Xingli’s hand tightly, encircling him in his arms.

Sterre also found an empty spot and squeezed into Xu Xingli’s arms. For a long time afterward, no one spoke.

Time passed bit by bit, and the time of the accident drew nearer. The golden glow of the sunset burst forth from the distant mountaintop in an instant, then slowly faded away. Immediately after, a dim yet bright deep blue gradually spread.

This was the most tranquil moment of the day: the blue hour.

In the last few seconds of the countdown, Xu Xingli took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“Nine…” he silently counted in his heart.

“Eight…”

“…”

“Five…”

“…”

“Three…”

“Two…”

“One…”

In the last second, before he could open his eyes, a crumpled object was suddenly placed in his hand.

Xu Xingli immediately lowered his head and opened his palm. A heart-shaped origami lay quietly in his palm.

The handwriting on the paper was bold and powerful—

My dear, I want to call you and tell you the weather is clear.

Xu Xingli was stunned for a moment, then Xu Zhou’s low voice sounded from behind him.

“Baby, look up.”

Xu Xingli subconsciously looked up.

A clear men’s ring appeared before his eyes, its central diamond sparkling brightly under the evening glow and the illuminated lights.

Xu Xingli’s eyes trembled slightly, a hint of moisture appearing, and that speck of starlight also blurred.

Before he could react, Xu Zhou had already taken Xu Xingli’s hand and slipped the ring onto his ring finger. The size was perfect.

The next moment, Xu Zhou put another ring into Xu Xingli’s hand, extended his own hand, and softly said, “Put it on me.”

Xu Xingli felt completely dizzy, but obediently did as he was told.

The two rings were brought together, and Xu Zhou curved his lips into a smile. “Nothing happened, safely arrived,” he said, pinching Xu Xingli’s chin. He slightly lifted it, and after their eyes met, said, “Smile, my savior.”

His nose tingled with a sour sensation. Xu Xingli subtly shrugged, the corners of his eyes reddened, but he curved his eyes into a smile.

“The world is so big, I can’t be a savior.”

“Oh, then just save me.”

“Just save you?”

“Yes, just save me. Only me. As long as there’s love, we can live.”

“That easy, huh.”

“Yes, so always be happy, my savior.”

The world is vast, but those long separated can reunite, and those in love can have a happy ending.

Everything in the human world makes sense, just as stars and daylight alternate.

The moment you arrived, the long desolate eternal night welcomed the light of day.

You whispered, awakening my eternal day.

—End of Main Story—