Chapter 674: Which Station Will We Part with a Kiss
After that, Young Master Sang saw a lot of scenes.
He saw Nian Nian propping her head up and quietly gazing at his side profile while he was in meditation.
He saw Nian Nian making a funny face at his disciples when they were talking behind his back.
He saw Nian Nian desperately waving her little fists when he was bullied by other disciples, her eyes turning red from frustration.
Many things were only realized in hindsight.
Seeing so many little moments, Young Master Sang suddenly realized that even though he thought his bond with Nian Nian was strong enough, he had actually underestimated it.
It turned out she had always been by his side from the very beginning.
Accompanying him through every day and night.
Watching his back every moment and cheering him on from behind.
Then the scene changed, and it was after he joined the Demon Cultivators.
He began to turn into a happy little civil servant, and Nian Nian finally gathered enough power to start assigning him tasks.
Every day, Nian Nian looked forward to accumulating enough strength to transform and meet the vision she had in her heart.
As the days drew closer, Young Master Sang could almost see the excitement and joy in her eyes.
Until that day.
He picked up a dying disciple from the Water Moon Sect.
This woman wasn’t particularly stunning, but she was quite good-looking. At first, she was silent and unwilling to communicate with anyone.
But he kept this woman by his side as a little maid.
From that day on, Nian Nian watched this little maid go from a silent, closed-off person to gradually opening her heart, her eyes filling with Young Master Sang’s figure.
Nian Nian could only silently observe it all.
Watching this little maid grow closer to Young Master Sang.
Trusting each other more and more.
From master and servant to close confidantes.
Then to a wedding night filled with romance.
Sometimes Nian Nian would wonder if she had awoken a little earlier.
Would the first person to capture his heart not have been that silent and gentle little maid?
But that was only a fleeting thought.
Nian Nian didn’t dislike that little maid. Or rather, no one could find reason to dislike her.
It was just an occasional thought.
Occasionally seeing Young Master Sang and Zhang Xiaoying lying in bed whispering sweet nothings, with Little Ying You sleeping in between.
Nian Nian always felt an inexplicable pain in her chest. Heavy.
…Why did the one who arrived first end up last?
Am I just unlucky?
Can’t it be me?
At first, these thoughts were frequent.
But later, as more and more people gathered around Young Master Sang, Nian Nian gradually became numb.
It seemed like the order of arrival didn’t matter so much anymore.
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…Does it really not matter?
Slowly opening his eyes, Young Master Sang looked at the quietly head-down, silent Nian Nian in front of him.
“So this… is the romance you wanted?”
“Yeah.” Nian Nian casually replied, “But it’s already too late.”
“I wanted to be the one who walked with you from the very start to the end. Unfortunately, my power accumulated too slowly. By the time I realized, it was already a step too late.”
“But I’ve made peace with myself now.” Nian Nian slowly turned her head, “It doesn’t matter if I’m not the first anymore.”
Young Master Sang was silent for a long time and suddenly burst into laughter.
“Ha…”
“Ahahaha.”
“…What’s so funny?” Nian Nian puffed up her cheeks and glared at him unhappily.
“I just thought of something really funny.”
Young Master Sang gently pulled Nian Nian into his arms and smiled, “I’m thinking, it turns out that the all-knowing Mama Nian Nian also has things she doesn’t know.”
“W-what don’t I know?”
Young Master Sang’s voice whispered in her ear, sending tingles through Nian Nian, causing her cheeks to flush.
Young Master Sang chuckled without answering, instead, he gently took an earring from the side and put it on Nian Nian’s head without explanation.
“What are you doing—”
Before Nian Nian could react, the surroundings suddenly changed.
She found herself standing outside an apartment.
This apartment was familiar. Young Master Sang had lived in this rental during his previous life.
She had just eaten cake here this afternoon; everything in this world was something she had personally replicated.
Nian Nian didn’t understand why Young Master Sang suddenly pulled her back into the game world.
Walking into Young Master Sang’s room, he was still in his pajamas. The messy and cluttered room was only him, hair disheveled, curled up in a chair, modifying work files on his computer.
Although Nian Nian hadn’t fully viewed all of Young Master Sang’s memories from his previous life in the wheel of time, she had a rough idea.
Young Master Sang’s job was very tough.
He was almost always among the last batch to leave the office after working overtime.
Even when he sometimes couldn’t walk due to pain, he’d complete his work at home using his computer or laptop.
The man in front of her seemed to have not gone out for two or three days. The room was filled with takeout bags, and his hair was oily and dirty, with a scruffy beard.
He stared intently at the documents in front of him, his fingers flying across the keyboard.
From time to time, the pain in his stomach would cause him to grimace, often bending over to clutch his stomach for ten minutes after working for half an hour.
Seeing him in pain made Nian Nian feel sad, wanting to touch his hair.
But her hand just passed through his head.
…It’s like this again.
She could only watch his suffering helplessly, being unable to do anything.
Always unable to help when he needed her the most.
In an instant, that bitter feeling wrapped around Nian Nian again.
The man sweating profusely in front of the computer, gasping for cool air, overlapped with the little boy who had to shrink in on himself, clutching his head while being mocked by a group of well-dressed disciples in her memories.
Nian Nian really wanted to do something. Even if it was just to hug him.
But even that simple act felt beyond her reach.
“…Why do you want me to watch this again?”
Nian Nian whispered bitterly to herself, “What a mean guy.”
A few minutes later, as if regaining composure, Young Master Sang took a sip from the remaining half bottle of water on the table and resumed his work.
Only when the night deepened did he save the document and stretch lazily.
“Phew… it’s finally done.”
“Now I just need to send the rest to my colleagues.”
His face looked a bit pale as he clicked on a software icon on the desktop.
Even now, Nian Nian still didn’t know why Young Master Sang had brought her into this game world.
However.
The next moment, her eyes widened slowly.
The software opened, and a girl slowly appeared on the desktop.
Wearing black-framed glasses, with a fresh and clean bob haircut, a cute white shirt and pleated skirt, knee-high black stockings paired with little leather shoes.
Her voice was gentle, sweet, with a hint of youth and playfulness.
“Master, what does little Nian need to do?”
…That was a girl who looked very much like her.
