togophonebook Chapter 621: What was thought to be Zhang's arrival at Jiang Chacha's side was actually ju
Chapter 621: What was thought to be Zhang's arrival at Jiang Chacha's side was actually ju
Chapter 621: Thinking he was back by Jiang Chacha's side, it was actually just a distortion of a spacetime rift.
When Chongming heard the familiar, long-lost voice, it was like being struck by lightning. His mind went blank, his body stiffened, and he thought he had misheard.
It wasn't until the hand across his waist gently patted him that the real touch snapped him out of his daze, and he slowly turned his head and looked down at his side.
A familiar face, the person he had been searching for, was lying beside him, her eyes open, quietly watching him with concern.
His breathing became shallow, and when he called her name, the voice sounded like it was being squeezed out of his throat: "Jiang... Jiang Chacha..."
Jiang Chacha sat up and reached out to touch his forehead: "I'm here. What's wrong? Did you really have a nightmare?"
She placed her warm hand on her forehead.
Chongming grabbed her and hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones: "Jiang Chacha, Jiang Chacha, Jiang Chacha, I had a nightmare, a terrible nightmare."
Jiang Chacha reached out and patted his back to comfort him: "What kind of nightmare could scare you like that?"
Chongming buried his face in her neck and shoulder, his eyes welling up with tears: "It was a terrible nightmare. I dreamt that I lost you, and I couldn't find you anywhere."
Jiang Chacha smiled faintly and said, "It was indeed a terrible nightmare. What happened next? Did you find me?"
Chongming's tears rolled down her cheeks and flowed down her neck: "I found you. Later I found you, but you didn't recognize me. You forgot me. You no longer loved me. You saw me like a stranger."
Jiang Chacha patted his back a little lighter: "Yeah, this nightmare was really scary. In the dream, I became a scumbag woman who abandoned her husband."
"Even though I'm such a jerk in your dreams, have you given up on me?"
Chongming held her even tighter: "No, I haven't given up. You are my wife, you are mine. I finally found you. Even if you don't recognize me, even if you forget me, even if you don't love me, I haven't given up."
"Ginger tea, ginger tea, ginger tea..."
Jiang Chacha was scalded by his tears and replied, "I'm here, I'm here, Chongming, I'm here, I've always been here, I will never leave you, I will never forget you, I will never stop loving you."
Chongming gave a muffled "hmm," his tears flowing even more freely, as if he were pouring out all the despair and helplessness he had felt during his years of searching.
Jiang Chacha kept comforting him until dawn, when he finally held her tightly in his arms and fell into a deep sleep.
Jiang Chacha listened to his heartbeat in his arms, her hand touching his face. She didn't sleep but quietly stayed with him.
Chongming did not sleep soundly, as if he had fallen into a lavish and delusional dream. When he opened his eyes again, there was nothing in his arms, only the wind blowing the curtains and the sounds of birds chirping and insects buzzing.
Chongming lay there in a daze for a long time before slowly sitting up. He looked out the window at the misty fog, his mind blank, as if a stop button had been pressed, his whole being desolate and lifeless.
"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"
It wasn't until a few knocks on the door that Chongming, as if his body were rusty, turned around and looked at the door.
The door opened, and a golden dragon over two meters long, accompanied by five smaller golden dragons, rushed in and called out to him, "Uncle, get up and go out for some exercise."
The five little golden dragons also called out to him, "Father, Father, go out to train, go out to run, go out to fly."
"Father, Father, you lazybones, why are you still lying in bed? Get up and go for a run!"
"That's right, Father. If you don't train us, you can't call us lazybones. We learned to be lazy from you."
A golden dragon over two meters long, accompanied by five smaller golden dragons, had already darted onto the large bed while he was speaking, and they all squatted in front of him, staring at him expectantly.
Chongming stared blankly at them, slowly raising his hand. He looked around, then gazed again, then around at the surroundings, and finally looked out the window. M31 Galaxy, Zhenlin Empire!
He returned to the M31 galaxy, back to the interstellar era when he fell in love with Jiang Chacha.
Sui Xuan Chu, with his dragon mouth agape, asked with concern, "Uncle, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
The other five dragon cubs chimed in, "Yes, Father, are you feeling unwell? Or do you want to sleep a little longer?"
“If you’re not feeling well, we’ll go to Mom’s and have her come see you. Mom is the best healer.”
"Father..."
Chongming interrupted them softly: "Where is your mother, Jiang Chacha?"
The six golden dragon heads tilted to the side in unison: "Uncle, what's wrong with you? Your aunt is right at home."
"Yes, Father, Mother is at home, preparing breakfast for us and directing the robot to clean the house..."
Before they could finish speaking, Chongming abruptly threw off the covers, pushed them aside, and rushed out.
They left behind a large golden dragon, accompanied by five smaller golden dragons. They looked at each other, puzzled. What had happened to their royal uncle, the king?
Chongming rushed out of the bedroom, skipping the stairs and jumping directly from the 3rd floor to the 1st floor. He ran to the kitchen door and saw Jiang Chacha, a beautiful woman with green hair and green eyes.
Hearing the sound, Jiang Chacha put down what she was holding, turned to look at him, smiled, and said as she walked towards him, "Chongming, why aren't you wearing shoes? Did the children and your dear nephew bother you?"
Looking at her gentle smile and her ever-approaching figure, Chongming retreated repeatedly, shaking his head with reddened eyes: "No, no, you're not..."
Jiang Chacha frowned and looked at him: "What do you mean no? I'm not. Chongming, what's wrong? What happened?"
When Chongming saw Jiang Chacha reaching out to grab his hand, he forcefully shook her off and roared, "You're not, you're not Jiang Chacha, don't touch me!"
Jiang Chacha's hand was flung away, and she blinked: "Chongming, are you still in a nightmare? I am Jiang Chacha, your princess consort, the Jiang Chacha who gave birth to your five cubs."
Chongming shook his head in denial: "No, you're not..."
Jiang Chacha interrupted him softly: "I am, I am your princess consort, your wife, Jiang Chacha, what's wrong? What happened that made you not even recognize me?"
Chongming continued to back away: "No, you're not, you're not the Jiang Chacha I'm looking for, you're not..."
Jiang Chacha stepped forward and reached out to pull him again: "It's me, Chongming. What's wrong? What happened? Let me take a look..."
"Don't touch me!" Chongming shouted forcefully, "Don't touch me!"
Jiang Chacha lost her footing under his force and fell to the ground, staring at him in disbelief.
Seeing this, Chongming became even more certain that she was not Jiang Chacha. Jiang Chacha was not this weak. Jiang Chacha was very strong. Jiang Chacha had black hair and black eyes. The green-haired, green-eyed woman in front of him was not her. She was his dream. He was still in a nightmare.
Jiang Chacha sat on the ground and reached out to him: "Chongming, what's wrong with you? Why did you hit me? But it's okay, I'll forgive you if you help me up..."
Chongming shook his head and retreated, retreating and retreating until he had nowhere left to retreat. He saw the open door and ran towards it.
Jiang Chacha called out from behind him, "Chongming, Chongming, where are you going? Come back, come back..."
Chongming ignored Jiang Chacha's calls behind him, ran to the gate, rushed out, and what he saw was not a courtyard, not a continuous mountain range, but a blinding white light, a distorted spacetime...