How could such things be casually said?

When Han Xuan was still in school, there were already many people who wanted to be the third party just for that face. If the news that he was a shareholder of the studio got out, you could imagine with your eyes closed how many people would be eager to go after He Yan's partner!

As a kind person, although his buddy was very unscrupulous and even tried to play tricks on him, he still had to firmly maintain the harmony of his buddy's relationship!

People's memories and feelings need constant contact to maintain. After the two graduated and disappeared for too long, even if their former classmates had a deep impression of them, the memories would slowly be erased by new things.

As time passed, this couple who dominated all the couples at A University for three whole years was mentioned less and less frequently. Only a few posts on the forum that were occasionally dug up and brought to the top every year at the beginning of the school year would cause a round of discussion among the underclassmen.

Then they would be pressed down by new posts again.

He Yan didn't really care about this. After all, strictly speaking, he and Xuan Qi were not people who belonged to the normal world. He was happy not to be noticed and to live his life quietly.

Due to the special nature of the studio, his daily work was to maintain occult forums and such, which was simply too easy compared to the work of many of his graduating classmates. The reason for the high salary was simply that there were too few people who had both the skills and were insiders in the occult world.

He Yan had once gone back with the man to the small village where the original body grew up, and brought the old couple who had worked hard to raise the original body to live in the city. However, the two old people seemed to be used to living with the land and were very resistant to the idea of living in the city.

He Yan couldn't force them, so he could only ask someone to demolish and rebuild the dilapidated house they lived in, and prepare living supplies for them. He also stuffed them with a lot of nourishing medicinal materials and food, and hired someone to take care of their daily life, so that they could live a better life in their twilight years.

In the original trajectory, with the "accidental" death of Han Ziyu, their only relative, the old couple was mentally traumatized and soon passed away. But this time, "Han Ziyu" was still alive and well. Without this external factor, presumably the two would not pass away so quickly this time.

However, they were already old after all. When He Yan graduated from A University, the old couple was already over eighty years old. At most, they wouldn't live much longer.

In fact, Xuan Qi had the right to go to the Reincarnation Department to check their lifespan, but He Yan did not choose to take this backdoor. Instead, he waited for the two elders to pass away naturally, and then watched Xuan Qi personally send them into reincarnation.

Han Ziyu's fate in this life was not good. Even if he avoided the catastrophe with Yan Xixi, his remaining lifespan was not long. So, following the fate that had long been determined, he let this body close its eyes forever before the age of forty.

In this regard, Xuan Qi's initial reaction was very calm. He even snatched the job of the Soul-Guiding Department and personally pulled his lover's soul out of his body.

For the people in Hell, death was not something to make a fuss about.

The body would perish with the years, but the soul would exist in the world forever.

Moreover, he had already made preparations in advance.

If nothing unexpected happened, as a creature that had survived from the primordial era to the present, he should still exist in this world for a considerably long time. Naturally, he had to find ways to extend his lover's life.

But not only was Han Ziyu's fate in this life not good, his physique was also terrible. Even if he forcibly practiced cultivation, the effect would probably be difficult to meet expectations. So after weighing the options, he could only choose to start working from his lover's next life.

He had already made arrangements with the Reincarnation Department, using the accumulated merits of ten thousand years to exchange for his lover's reincarnation memories to remain intact, and arranged a new body with excellent physique and a smooth fate. So this reincarnation was actually just changing a shell for his lover.

The place where ghosts enter reincarnation is the Reincarnation Path. From the outside, it looks like a bottomless black tunnel without a trace of light.

Under the guidance of the director of the Reincarnation Department, Xuan Qi brought his lover's soul to the entrance of the Reincarnation Path.

"My lord," the director of the Reincarnation Department said, "this is the place."

Although they were both directors, he knew very well that no matter in terms of seniority or strength, he was not at the same level as the one in front of him at all, so he naturally used respectful language.

Xuan Qi carefully put down the soul in his arms.

It was a semi-transparent soul, roughly the same as his lover's appearance when he was alive, and because it had just been pulled out of the body, the features were still very clear.

He was still not fully conscious. After being put down, his body swayed slightly. Only after being supported by the other's arm did he softly lean against his body, barely standing, as if very attached to him.

He reached out and gently stroked his lover's half-closed eyes, his fingertips slowly sliding down, lingering on those pale lips for a long time, but in the end still did not bend down to kiss them.

There were still outsiders around. If his lover knew he did such an intimate thing in front of others, he would definitely be angry with him after waking up. Better not to court death.

Regretfully withdrawing his hand, he supported his lover's shoulders that had no warmth, turning his body around.

"Let's go," he lightly pushed on that soul's back, the words seeming to circle countless times in his chest cavity before finally sighing out in a low voice: "I'll wait for you at the end."

Then he watched that semi-transparent soul stagger, following the guidance of the reincarnation path, walking into the pitch-black passageway ahead that had no visible end.

He stood silently in place, his dark eyes tightly fixed on that swaying figure walking away.

He originally thought that he was used to the cycle of life and death and would no longer be moved by such a scene. But only at the moment he personally saw his lover's soul completely disappear into the reincarnation path did he realize with a start that his heart also ached like a mortal's.

He reached out expressionlessly and pressed on his own chest. There did not exist a living, beating heart like a mortal's, but rather his core essence, upon which the young man had personally engraved his spiritual imprint.

With this imprint, no matter what, he would not lose him.

The man lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking. The imposing aura on his body began to constantly leak out. The director of the Reincarnation Department, oppressed by the increasingly heavy pressure, inwardly cried out in exasperation.

He couldn't help cautiously speaking up to remind: "My lord, the time for Mr. Han's rebirth is 11 o'clock sharp tonight."

It was already 8 o'clock, so hurry up and go wait for your Mr. Han! Don't make things difficult for me anymore!

Originally, after a soul entered the reincarnation path, they generally had to wait at least half a month before getting in line to begin a new life.

But how could the treatment for a leader's family be the same?

Not to mention, this leader had contributed ten thousand years of merit to the Reincarnation Department. So they arranged the soonest time, most suitable body, and best fate for Han Ziyu without any pressure.

The man startled awake from his contemplation and gave an imperceptible nod. Taking a final glance at the reincarnation path where his lover's soul could no longer be seen, he disappeared from in front of the Reincarnation Department's director.

*

That night.

10:58 PM.

Outside an operating room in B City's largest obstetrics and gynecology hospital, a family was anxiously waiting.

This family had both old and young. Some stood while some sat on the long bench. Their dress and bearing were all different. The only point of similarity was that the expressions on their faces did not look very good.

After the cervix opened, the pregnant woman had already been in the operating room for over five hours, still without any news coming out. Everyone present clearly understood what this meant.

— Difficult labor.

Childbirth was originally a major juncture of life and death, both for the mother and the unborn fetus.

The harsh white shadowless lamp in the corridor shone on their worried faces, making the entire hallway appear even more dismal.

What they could not see was that a man stood not far away, also quietly waiting.

He wore a well-tailored black suit, his features calm and expression indifferent. His hands hung at his sides as he stood motionlessly in place like a statue, as if a god of death who had come from hell.

However, he had not come here to take a life, but was the same as the anxious family members waiting outside the operating room, to welcome his lover's birth into the world.

People's gazes occasionally slid past his direction, as if he didn't exist.

As soon as the red indicator light went out, the family members sitting on the long bench immediately stood up and swarmed like bees toward the exhausted-looking doctor.

"Doctor! How is my wife?"

"What about the child? Doctor! Doctor..."

The man's hands hanging by his sides also moved slightly as he raised his eyes to look in the direction of the operating room.

Relying on his keen hearing, he heard the doctor's reply: "The mother is fine, but the child—"

"...I'm very sorry, it was a stillbirth."