This coin is treated to look as if it has been handled and circulated. Time is a construct!Ĭoin design by Michael Shantz. The story will be even more satisfying if you don’t rush through. This book is really good, but you know it isn’t going anywhere and you have the willpower to put it down and get a good night’s sleep. When the man began to walk away, Han Ying followed him dutifully.You know it’s already past your bedtime but that sure was a good chapter.you probably won’t be able to get any sleep until you find out what happens next anyway, right? Perhaps, he thought optimistically, things will be better this time. He owed this man, in the same way he did the Jiang, and he was wiser than he was before. And that sternness, the severity of his face paired with his warm eyes, reminded Wei Ying of Jiang Cheng. His face was stern, as strikingly beautiful as Lan Zhan’s was, and it filled Wei Ying with nostalgia. Already he had lost his parents long before he was ready to let them go, he was not eager to so closely reenact his last life in this aspect as well. That kind of devotion can so easily be exploited, and Han Ying found that he didn't want to deal with all of that heartache in his second life. So he swore his loyalty to the ones he saw as his saviors, and he paid the price. ![]() ![]() And even if he had realized, he might have believed he did deserve it, because without the Jiang he would likely never have been able to leave the streets. Wei Ying had been too naïve, too unaware of what true family was like, to realize it. Neither did Jiang Cheng or Shijie deserve the neglect and expectations their parents heaped on them. And it helped him realize that the relationship he had with Madam Yu and Uncle Jiang was toxic, and he didn’t deserve the pain they dealt him. Being able to remember his parents this time around gave him a new perspective on love and how parents should truly act towards their children. Though they died while he was still tragically young, his second set of parents had loved him dearly. Living a second life gave Han Ying a different perspective on his life as Wei Ying. Like his wife, his last words to Wei Ying had been to protect Jiang Cheng not to take care of himself, or to live well, like one might expect from a loving uncle. Just the idea of it makes him want to laugh.Īnd Uncle Jiang, for all of the rumors that he favored Wei Ying over his own son, had never truly seen him as family like he claimed to. She would never have even considered sacrificing anything for him. Her last words to him were a demand to protect her son, with his life if necessary. She probably felt he wasn’t loyal enough, Wei Ying thought. There was no question when it came to Madam Yu she hated him, and she never appreciated his efforts or loyalty. But Wei Ying also knew that neither of them would have torn out their golden core to donate to him, not as he did for Jiang Cheng. Shijie with her soup and Jiang Cheng with his angry worry the three of them were closer than anyone. Jiang Cheng and his Shijie loved him, he knew that. As Wei Ying, he’d been so very grateful towards the people who saved him from life on the streets that he had sacrificed himself again and again for people who wouldn’t do the same for him. Perhaps he should have learned his lesson by now. He seemed like a man it was easy to be loyal to. ![]() Zhou Zishu, who seemed so cold on the outside, was so willing to help Han Ying, holding his hand out for Han Ying to take. If it hadn’t been for the man standing in front of him, Han Ying would have had to kiss his freedom goodbye, at least for a few years as he worked on a way to escape. He’d managed to avoid the slavers several times in the past few years, but this time he’d been too slow. Here, however, it was an ever-present issue, especially for a street rat like him, an orphan with no one to miss him if he disappeared. It hadn’t been an issue in his old life, most of the cultivation world having outlawed it, at least in areas that were under their control. Unlike before, however, was a new fear: slavery. There were less dogs than there had been in Yiling, but the familiar ache of hunger and cold was the same as before. Life on the street the second time was much the same as it had been the first, though the knowledge and skills he’d learned in his first life had made things easier. It’s a decision he’d made once before, though he’d been much younger and a lot less knowledgeable, back then. ![]() He’d just been rescued by this man, Zhou Zishu, and now Han Ying had a decision to make. Wei Ying, Han Ying, stared into soft eyes set in a stern face and thought. This was not surprising, because he’d been put to bed hours ago, and at his age it'd have been more surprising for him to sleep through the night. This was surprising because the last thing he remembered was being ripped apart by fierce corpses, a smile on his lips.
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