Morgan Shangguan raised an eyebrow and looked at him. Damien Gray’s lips curved ever so slightly as he met her gaze, as if what he’d just said was no more significant than, “Have a cup of tea with me!” Yet, a trace of reluctance flickered in his eyes, betraying his true feelings.
Liam Duanmu’s expression shifted, as if he wanted to say something, but Noah Duanmu reached out and stopped him.
Damien Gray pressed a gentle kiss to Morgan Shangguan’s cheek, then leaned in close to her ear and whispered, so only the two of them could hear, “Mo’er, will you come with me? Without you, I would lose myself.”
Before he met her, he had lived a brilliant life on his own. But after having her, losing her—how could he ever return to the way things were?
Without her, everything around him would be a blank, endless white, leaving him lost and directionless. But with her, wherever she was became his home.
Aside from Liam Duanmu’s anxious face, everyone else simply watched the two in silence.
Anyone who has experienced a love they couldn’t let go of would naturally understand that none of them should interrupt now. The feelings between Morgan Shangguan and Damien Gray were not for anyone else to judge.
Quentin Hua lounged lazily to one side, his eyes drifting downward, lost in thought.
Morgan Shangguan glanced at Damien Gray and said lightly, “If I die, I can’t reincarnate.” Even if the little ghost hadn’t led the wrong soul, after her death she could only return by borrowing a body—so, really, it didn’t make much difference to her. It only brought the timing forward, and the body she’d return to would be her previous life’s form.
Damien Gray replied without a care, “I’ll go with you!” As long as she was by his side, he didn’t mind whether they were in the Underworld or in paradise.
Morgan Shangguan pursed her lips and said, "If I die, my soul will scatter." Without a suitable body to inhabit, she would vanish completely when the time came.
The atmosphere fell silent again. Damien Gray seemed to be weighing his choices, as if no matter what he decided, they would inevitably be separated.
Morgan looked at his cold, somber expression, then suddenly smiled and said, "Relax, with me here, you won't die!"
With that, she helped Damien Gray over to the Jade Bed and lay him down. This was one of the treasures, and unlike an ordinary jade bed, something seemed to flow within this one—vivid and alive, as if it possessed a life of its own.
Morgan ignored everyone else and lay down beside Damien, clutching the last remaining jade bead in her hand. She glanced at Damien and instructed, "Don't wake me up!"
Damien reached out and held her hand, seeming to let go of all his worries. He smiled and asked, "Then can I kiss you?" Though his face was pale and he wore a terrifying ghost mask, the playful curve at his lips still held its usual charm.
But Morgan wasn't in the mood to appreciate it. She frowned and said, "Just don't wake me up, or my soul will scatter!" She deliberately made it sound serious—Damien's reckless nature worried her. If he thought she was being too daring, he might wake her up without a second thought.
He couldn't let her go, but she couldn't bear to leave him either. So, she would never let him die!
Damien frowned, as if thinking very seriously before he finally asked, "Then can I have you?"
Morgan's brow twitched and she sneered through clenched teeth, "Are you that interested in necrophilia? And with so many spectators here!"
Damien shrugged and laughed, "If it's you, I don't mind!"
Morgan couldn't be bothered to argue further. She closed her eyes and reminded him, "When the underworld messenger comes for you, don't resist." She genuinely worried Damien might scare off the messenger—even without his inner power, he was no ordinary man. As a demon-born, his soul was stubborn; if he refused to die, a regular messenger might not be able to take him, but that didn't mean the Underworld couldn't handle him.
It was time to pay a visit to the Underworld!
As Morgan closed her eyes, the smile faded from Damien's face. His narrowed eyes grew dark and deep. If separation was inevitable, then why not scatter their souls together?
Those left behind suffer the most. He couldn't bear to leave Morgan alone, nor did he wish to be left alone himself!
Morgan walked into the Underworld with practiced ease. She couldn't help but smile at the sight of King Yama feasting in his chair—he really had no air of authority at all. "Grandpa..."
King Yama held a drumstick and, upon seeing Morgan, gulped down his food and jumped up. "My dear granddaughter, you finally came to see your grandpa!" He rushed over, greasy hands outstretched to hug her.
Morgan quickly stepped back and helplessly reminded, "Wash your hands!" Suddenly, she felt that Damien wasn't so troublesome after all.
"Oh, right..." Realizing his behavior was a bit improper, King Yama hurriedly called for water, washed his hands, and even scrubbed his greasy beard.
Only then did he ask, "My dear granddaughter, did you come to see me for something?" After all, the Underworld had its own rules; Morgan wouldn't come here without a good reason.
Morgan casually sat down nearby and smiled, "I brought your grandson-in-law for you to meet!"
A fleeting expression flashed in King Yama's eyes, too quick for anyone to notice, and Morgan didn't catch it either. Her thoughts were still on Damien—she knew her grandfather would help her.
She had always felt an inexplicable trust in King Yama—a trust she never even had for her closest family.
But Damien's situation was complicated, and she didn't want to make things too difficult for her grandfather.
"Grandson-in-law? Where is he?" King Yama seemed not to notice her distraction, excitedly rushing to the door, peeking left and right.
Morgan chuckled, "He should be on his way!"
Hearing this, King Yama returned and sat across from Morgan, sighing, "My dear granddaughter, don't worry so much. I won't let that rascal die!" If he died, she might do something drastic. Thinking of the past, King Yama couldn't help but sigh.