A Hundred Ways To Kill A Heartthrob [MTL] (Completed)

If there is an afterlife 1-6

MTLer's note: there's some error Master will be translated as husband *

If there is an afterlife (1)

"If we were not destined in the previous life, we will wait for the reunion and make a wish in the next life."

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It has been raining in the capital for half a month. The continuous rain has made the atmosphere in the originally prosperous capital feel dull. The faces of people who had not seen the Golden Crow for a long time were as gray as the sky.

Shenfu in the capital.

A soft white hand reached out from the eaves. Crystal raindrops fell on the palm of the hand, and the slightly cool touch made the fingertips tremble. But before it even caught the rain, that hand was grabbed back.

"Xiaojue, why are you playing with water again? Be careful to keep cool." The speaker was a young man with red lips and white teeth. The young man squatted down, took out his handkerchief, wiped his little hands carefully, and hugged the owner of the little hands.

The owner of the little hand was a boy about four or five years old. After being picked up, he looked out and said, "Cousin, I want to go to the garden."

The boy walked through the crimson corridor with the boy in his arms. Rainwater flowed onto the floor tiles on both sides of the corridor, and the boy had to lower his head to pay attention. Hearing the boy's words, he asked casually: "Why are you going to the flower garden?"

"The flowers inside are going to die." Because of his young age, the boy always sounds soft when he speaks, just like his face, which is white and soft, like the white jade steamed buns sold at Shishanglou for one gold each. It feels soft.

The young man raised his head and looked at the boy, sighing softly, "But it's useless for Xiaojue to go to the flower garden. Flowers, like people, have their own destiny."

"Fate? What is fate?" The boy tilted his head, his eyes like black grapes full of doubts, and just when the boy was about to answer, a voice not far away interrupted them.

"Xiao Xian, Xiao Jue, ready to eat."

The boy and the boy looked for fame at the same time, and when they saw the gorgeously dressed woman standing not far away, they both had smiles on their faces.

"Auntie, why did you come to call us in person? It's raining now and the weather is getting cold." The young man walked over there quickly.

The woman smiled softly, "I have nothing to do in the house, so I came to ask you to take a walk." As she spoke, she looked at the boy who was being held by the boy, "Xiaojue, why are you letting your cousin hold you again?" You? Don't be ashamed. The wife your father has invited for you is coming soon, but you can't be so coquettish anymore."

"Auntie, I'm the one who wants to hold Xiao Jue." The young man said with a smile, "While I can still hold her, please give me more hugs. In a few years, Xiao Jue will grow taller and taller, and I won't be able to hold her anymore. I probably won’t be allowed to hug him either.”

The woman said that the boy loved her, and she wanted him to sit in her arms during the meal.

After finishing the meal, the boy felt sleepy soon, and was led back to the room by the nanny to take a lunch break. Halfway through his sleep, he was awakened by the sudden intensification of rain outside.

The heavy rain was pouring, hitting the floor tiles with crackling sounds, as if it was going to make a hole in the floor tiles. The boy rubbed his eyes, sat up, and thought about the flowers in the garden again.