Chapter 188 - Inner Demons … Or Something Like That (2/2)
He turned back toward the woman and frowned. ”You know I totally don't mind that you're angry at me. Actually, you have every right to do so. Heavens, if somebody killed me before I could get married, I certainly would make them pay. But seriously, this kind of making someone pay is dumb. Can't you just come back as a restless soul and haunt me out there? Why do we have to do this in here?”
This time, he actually stood up, his gaze scurrying everywhere. He wanted to get out of there. Never mind facing off against his inner demons. He had ignored them for so long, he could continue to do so. But he had to leave his inner self somehow.
”Jing He is still waiting for me. Who knows how much time has already passed out there? Ah.” Qiu Ling had only gone a few steps before he sank to his knees covered his head with his hands. ”My love … I never should have gone and tried to save those insignificant people. I should have picked you up and carried you to the teahouse. Then, we could have fled with mother-in-law. Who cares about the rest? Natural disasters happen all the time. The humans certainly would have found some kind of explanation for it.”
Qiu Ling groaned. ”No! What should I do? You're all alone on that cold mountain now. You must be asking yourself whether I abandoned you or if I will still return. You're probably sitting there right now, ripping out the leaves of a flower, trying to divine whether I love you or not. Uh, really, you don't have to fret about that! I'll always love you, always!”
He leaped to his feet again and started to pace up and down, completely ignoring the woman opposite him. ”Don't you worry, my love. I'll make it up to you. As soon as I get out of here, I'll fly over to where you are and pull you into my arms. I'll hug you and shower you with kisses and then we can talk about our marriage again. You'll see: You'll feel much safer after we're married.”
He stopped and pondered for a moment. ”Before we talk about the marriage, I should probably confess my feelings again. Ah, I already told you in the most perfect way the last time. What am I supposed to do now?”
He frowned and a serious expression found its way onto his face. If one saw him like this, one might actually expect him to ponder on how to vanquish his inner demon.
”Mn … blue robe … your hair … Ah, I should include that, too. Inner qualities are important.” From time to time, he mumbled in the darkness. In the end, he turned around to the woman that was still staring at him. ”I've finished. You can let me out now.”
The woman didn't react, earning her a frown from Qiu Ling.
”I'm serious here. I just found the perfect way to confess my love again. So let me out. I want to do it as soon as possible.” He waited but still didn't get an answer. Qiu Ling's gaze wandered around. ”It couldn't be … you want to know what it is?” He raised his brows and looked at her.
”Ah, well, if it's like this …” He waved with a smile and sat down next to her. ”Actually, I've composed a poem for him”, he said proudly, looking at his inner demon with a smug expression.
Yes, indeed, Qiu Ling had started to compose a poem instead of thinking through how to deal with her. His beloved always was his first priority, after all. And this confession was important.
He was sure that a poem was the next best way to confess his feelings. Jing He was a cultured person, after all. He loved hearing poems. If he managed to compose a poem that was truly able to capture Jing He's greatness and his love for him, then that would definitely deepen his beloved's feelings. Thus, Qiu Ling was satisfied with himself right now.
Satisfied enough to forget for a moment that he was still trapped in his inner self. Ah, thinking of his beloved just had this kind of magical effect on him.