“I…”
Luo Qing swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on the breathtakingly beautiful Buer, whose presence seemed almost otherworldly.
Countless questions swirled in his mind, yet he didn’t know where to begin.
“You really did it, Luo Qing…”
Buer leaned forward slightly, wrapping her arms around Luo Qing’s waist once more. Her eyes lowered, and she rested her head gently against his chest. The quiet warmth of the moment made her feel at peace, even in the midst of a dream.
“…”
Luo Qing’s heart was filled with confusion. After a few hesitant seconds, he finally asked,
“Did we… know each other before?”
“I’ve told you already~”
“We’re much more than just acquaintances.”
Buer’s voice rose softly from his embrace, gentle as water yet tinged with a playful tone—a coquettishness akin to a devoted wife teasing her husband.
“But I… I don’t remember you,” Luo Qing said awkwardly.
As much as he hated to break the warmth of their reunion, he desperately wanted to understand what was happening. At the very least, he needed to know why Buer seemed to know him so well.
“Hmm… I know.”
Buer slipped out of his arms and took his hand gently, leading him toward the swing nearby.
Turning her back to him, Buer sat on the swing made of woven vines and flowers. Luo Qing, understanding her unspoken request, positioned himself behind her and began to push the swing lightly.
As the swing swayed in the breeze, the hem of Buer’s dress fluttered softly. Her fair, delicate feet dangled in rhythm, and a tender, lilting melody echoed through the dreamscape.
“This melody…”
Luo Qing froze for a moment, the tune stirring something deep within him.
If his memory served him right, this was a song from his previous life—a piece called “Forever Together.” But how could Buer possibly know it?
“You taught me this, remember?”
“I taught you…?” Luo Qing murmured, his voice tinged with realization.
“Are you saying that we knew each other… five hundred years ago?”
“Rather than saying we met five hundred years ago…”
Buer’s voice carried a bittersweet joy, as if reuniting after an eternity apart, but also a faint sorrow. She suddenly turned to face him, her eyes brimming with love and gentleness.
“It would be more accurate to say we parted five hundred years ago.”
“…”
Luo Qing felt as though a thunderbolt had struck his mind.
“Can you tell me more?” he asked finally.
“Of course.”
Buer intertwined her fingers with his, her soft fingertips brushing across his palm as their hands locked together. Tilting her head slightly, she gave him a radiant smile, her expression blooming like a field of flowers in spring.
“We have plenty of time now, don’t we?”
Scooting to one side of the swing, she tugged gently on his hand, motioning for him to sit beside her.
“It’s a long story…”
Buer’s gaze grew distant, as though peering through the layers of the dream and into the faraway past.
—
Long before the Akademiya existed, Sumeru was a barren desert. It was she who created the rainforests, granting the people of Sumeru a peaceful life.
During the Archon War, Sumeru became a coveted land. Many Archons sought to control the World Tree, aiming to defeat her and claim dominion over it.
As the God of Wisdom, she was the caretaker of the World Tree, but she lacked skill in combat.
It was then that a mysterious young man descended from the heavens.
With overwhelming strength, he crushed all hostile Archons, helping her secure victory in the Archon War and ascend as one of the Seven Archons.
But nothing in this world comes without a price.
And the cost she had to pay…
—
“Oh, my dear Greater Lord Rukkhadevata! That cursed Plague Archon came looking for trouble again today. I got a scratch—just a tiny one! The doctor in Liyue next door said it can only heal if you hold me in your arms. Otherwise, I might succumb to the poison!”
Before her stood a man, arms spread wide, gesturing for a hug, with a scratch less than a centimeter long on his forearm.
—
“Rukkhadevata, what kind of white stockings are you wearing today? Hmm? Haven’t seen these before. Can I touch them?”
Squatting before her, the man stared at her legs with sparkling eyes, rubbing his hands together gleefully.
—
“Oh, my Rukkhadevata, those troublemakers came back again today. I took them down with two punches! But now my fists hurt… Can you massage them for me? Yeah, yeah, like this, with our fingers interlocked…”
Without waiting for her consent, the man clasped her hands, a look of utter contentment spreading across his face.
—
“That King Deshret called me foul-mouthed today! Rukkhadevata, why don’t you give me a kiss? Your lips are so sweet; maybe if you kiss me, my mouth won’t stink anymore…”
“Come on, yesterday’s kiss doesn’t count! That was yesterday. Today’s cooldown is refreshed!”
Thick-skinned as ever, he pulled her into his embrace, stealing a flurry of kisses.
—
“My dear Rukkhadevata, you had another nightmare last night? Oh no, that’s terrible! I think you should sleep in my bed tonight. It’s big and comfy; you definitely won’t have bad dreams!”
“Don’t worry… I’ll stay by your side, always. Forever together, like the song you taught me. Whenever you miss me, just hum it, and I’ll show up like magic!”
“Hey, so what if I’ve shrunk a little? How could I ever dislike you? Small is cute, isn’t it? And besides… it’s snug…”
—
“Huh? You want to name her together?!”
“How about… Nahida?”
—
“I’m sorry, my Rukkhadevata… I can only accompany you up to here for now. Don’t cry, please. You’re so beautiful when you cry, it breaks my heart…”
“I didn’t say I don’t want you. I’m just… leaving for a little while.”
“I’ll find you again, I promise… Just like before.”
“We… will meet again.”
“And when that time comes…”
“Please, Rukkhadevata…”
“Be my bride.”
—
The final image froze beneath the World Tree.
The man she loved dissolved into a stream of starlight.
And she, in turn, left her last pure, untainted dream within the Void, awaiting the day when she could fulfill her promise to Luo Qing.
—
Her thoughts returned to the present.
The fingers interlocked with Luo Qing’s tightened ever so slightly.
He had done it.
He found me.
And now, becoming his bride…
That promise was hers to fulfill.
—
T/N: WHAAAAAAAAAAAT? WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT
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