God's Gift

Ning Jin's gaze fell on the two pottery figures and she did not move for a long time. Ning Yue did not urge her, but just waited for her with a smile on her face.

"Ajin, you have to choose carefully." Ning Yue spoke slowly with a smile in his peach blossom eyes.

Ning Jin clenched his hands a little tighter, looked at Ning Yue with his clear and ruthless eyes, and asked:

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"I don't want to do anything." Ning Yue lazily leaned on the armchair, put Fang Ling's pottery figurine on the table, picked up Yu Youyou's pottery figurine with interest and played with it, and continued:

"What is Ajin going to do?"

"What am I doing?" Ning Jin's body was surrounded by black energy, and a rare look of anger appeared on his face. He said, "Brother, why did you let Minghua know about the Yin-Yang Reversal Formation? Don't you want me to be resurrected?"

Ning Yue was questioned by Ning Jin, but he was not annoyed at all. He just smiled and stood up to calm Ning Jin down, saying, "Why are you angry, Jin? It would be bad if you get angry and hurt yourself."

"Even if I don't let him see the mirror, he will know about it."

Ning Yue lifted Ning Jin's hair from his ears and said, "No matter how I interfere with the future, what is going to happen will eventually happen."

Ning Jin was silent for a long time, his eyes as clear as spring water, and asked: "So what kind of future do you see, brother?"

Ning Yue patted Ning Jin's back lightly, but did not answer the question. His eyes under the complicated makeup looked towards the corridor, and Yu Youyou, who had just finished using the toilet, was already walking towards this side along the corridor.

Ning Yue retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes to look at A Jin, handed the pottery figure in his hand to Ning Jin, and said again:

"Fu Jing is dead. Now the chess game is only one move away. Ajin, choose one."

When Ning Jin heard that Fu Jing was dead, his expression froze for a second, and he slowly asked, "A Li went to kill Fu Jing?"

Ning Yue heard this, and her peach blossom eyes sparkled. She smiled and shook her head, saying, "Yes, or no."

"A-Li really wanted to kill Fu Jing, but someone got there first, and someone killed Fu Jing for you."

Ning Yue fiddled with Ning Jin's pearl hairpin with her slender fingers and sighed:

"A-Li is devoted to you, and I'm afraid she would be willing to go through mountains of swords and seas of fire for you. It's a pity... now that she has taken this step, there will be no way back."

"That Taoist priest likes Ali and protects and trusts Ali in everything, but she will eventually abandon him for you."

Ning Yue leaned over to Ning Jin and asked softly, "Ajin, she was your favorite kitten. You raised her like your own child. If she ended up like that, would you regret it?"

Ning Jin leaned on the chair, lowered his eyes to hide his cold gaze, and asked in return: "Brother, did you ever regret abandoning me back then?"

Ning Yue's gaze froze, and he slowly straightened up without saying a word.

Ning Jin smiled, looked at the pottery figurine in his hand that was exactly the same as Yu Youyou's, and repeated his previous question, "Brother knows all kinds of magical powers, maybe you can see if I can be resurrected this time?"

Ning Yue's gaze shifted to Ning Jin, and after a long time he finally answered:

"The future is a foregone conclusion. No one can change it. No one can change it."

Ning Jin's cold hands tightly grasped the armrest of the rattan chair, and his voice was filled with hatred, "But I just don't believe it."

After saying that, Ning Jin looked at Yu Youyou in his hand, then looked at Fang Ling who was lying alone on the table, and said:

"My brother didn't actually give me a choice."

Ning Yue looked at Ning Jin's stubbornness, stood up and took a deep breath, his eyes were calm and far-reaching, he looked at the complicated floral decorations on the stage, and said:

"It's not that I don't give Ajin a choice, but our choices are the same."

Ning Jin pursed her lips, took Yu Youyou's pottery figure from Ning Yue, picked up her skirt and left Ning Yue, but was stopped by Ning Yue.

"Wait." Ning Yue took out a blueprint from his sleeve and handed it to Ning Jin.

"This is where the deed to the General's century-old family property is located. The betrothal gifts sent by Fang Ling and the dowry I prepared for you are all here. You will need them in the future."

"When you wake up again, someone will give these things to you."

Ning Jin looked at the drawing that Ning Yue handed over without any movement. Ning Yue sighed lightly, handed the drawing to Ning Jin, and continued:

"I have opened many pastry shops over the past hundred years. When you were young, you liked these pastries, but you didn't dare to tell me. I didn't know what you wanted."

"I owe you a lot." Ning Yue lowered his eyes and looked at Ning Jin, his eyes were as gentle and tolerant as water, "Wait until you forget all the hatred, and we will be happy year after year in the future."

Ning Jin looked at Ning Yue's slightly tired eyes, his gaze gradually became colder, and he turned and left.

Ning Yue watched Ning Jin leave without looking back, and his body seemed to suddenly lose all strength. His straight back gradually bent, and he supported himself on the armchair with one hand and slowly sat down.

When Ning Jin walked out, he met Yu Youyou who had just finished using the toilet at the corner.

Yu Youyou was holding a white pear in her hand, chewing it as she walked. Her bright eyes looked straight at Ning Jin who was walking towards her. She didn't ask until Ning Jin came closer:

"Where is Ajin going? Don't you want to listen to Ning Yue singing?"

Ning Jin's expression softened, and he said with a smile, "I have listened to the songs he sang countless times, and my ears are calloused. I don't want to listen to them anymore."

“Youyou can go and listen.” Ning Jin said, and looked at the pear in Yu Youyou’s hand. The pear was full of juice, which flowed down Yu Youyou’s green and white jade fingers.

Ning Jin frowned slightly, put the pottery figure aside, took out a scented handkerchief from his sleeve, held Yu Youyou's hand, and carefully wiped off the juice on it.

Yu Youyou took advantage of the situation and used her other hand to eat the pear. She looked at Ning Jin with eyes as lively as a deer and said with curved eyebrows:

"Thank you, Ajin. You are so nice."

"You're just a sweet talker." Ning Jin sighed, and Yu Youyou smiled, then looked at the small pottery figurine that Ning Jin placed on the fence, and asked curiously:

"Are you going to take me away?"