Every Night With Jun’s Heart 02 - Triple the small loyal dog, ah, heaven!

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Ye Fengjun exited the hall, and walked along the veranda with his arms crossed for a while, finding Jun Wuwang lost in thought in front of a square latticework window. The patterned window depicted a pool of flowing water, and there was a small cluster of jade green bamboo planted on the open space to the west.

Due to this cluster of bamboo, the Hanshan Temple beyond the layers of mist outside was covered up and could not be seen. Garden landscapes in the Jiangnan region were very carefully selected, so the vegetation in this open area had been changed many times. In one life, it was loquat trees, in another life, it was peach blossoms, he had also tried yellow poplars, camellias, and osmanthus flowers.

During those endless ordeals where he couldn’t catch Ye Tan’s sight, the idle Jun Wuwang could only waste the endless time he had on these insignificant trifles.

After so many reincarnations, Jun Wuwang looked back to find that jade green bamboo was still the most suitable choice.

Ye Fengjun looked at that expression that seemed to be drowning in a deep, cold pool, and couldn’t stop himself from calling out: “Master.”

Jun Wuwang turned his head back and looked at his appearance, momentarily absent-minded, and couldn’t help but ask: “Who are you?”

He replied: “I am yours.”

Jun Wuwang suddenly understood: “Ye Fengjun.”

Ye Fengjun lowered his head and stood next to him, intently fixing his eyes on him.

This was the Sword Pavilion, after all, and Jun Wuwang had his own share of uncontrollable restlessness.

Jun Wuwang quietly called out: “A-Tan.”

Ye Fengjun steadily answered: “I’m here.”

The events of the past sobered him up and intoxicated him again, the blue sea scattered the sand and gathered it together. This feeling was truly wonderful. Ye Tan was not Ye Fengjun, but Ye Fengjun was Ye Tan.

He stood upright under the veranda, his smile didn’t have a single hint of joking, instead it pulled at his heartstrings even more. Jun Wuwang couldn’t bear it and pressed his head down, demanding a prolonged kiss.

Ye Fengjun had looked at the records of every reincarnation, he’d watched with his own eyes as his past self refused Jun Wuwang’s kindness time after time, how he’d cruelly extinguished that blazing, tender heart, and was totally oblivious as he lived safely under his wings while forcing him into a bottomless abyss.

He had warned himself countless times: This time, I will take the initiative.

After Ye Fengjun had experienced everything, the hot blood in his chest and his possessive desire surged to the extreme, making him wish he could make up for all his cold and lonely years within a single day, with so much urgency it was almost insulting. However, although his feelings were so, the deference and meekness carved deep into his bones had not yet had the time to completely leave him——He wavered back and forth between the two extremes, the fervent and coquettish Ye Fengjun, and the indifferent but gentle Ye Tan, until he felt his mind would soon be split apart.

1 From the poem “A Farewell to Secretary Uncle Yun At the Xietiao Villa in Xuanzhou” by Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai, where he expresses frustrations with life and a desire to seek his aspirations as he bids farewell. Top.

2 夜逢君 The ‘Feng’ in his name means to meet/encounter, or to try to please sb. The ‘Jun’ (meaning lord) comes from the MC’s name, so literally translated his name means ‘Ye meets/pleases Jun’. Top.

3 Combination of two idioms: 锱铢必较 haggle over every cent, and 睚眦必报 seek revenge over the smallest glare. Both are basically used to refer to people that get hung up on the small stuff. Top.