After Transmigrating, I Died of Depression Without My Phone - Chapter 95.2

To her, nothing had ever happened. They hadn’t gone through life and death together, and she knew nothing about Long Xiang’s so-called “ascension” or love story.

A wave of deep frustration washed over Long Xiang. She hated feeling this way. She had achieved her greatest wish—returning to her mother’s side. She should be happy, and she shouldn’t keep dwelling on things she couldn’t change.

So, she said nothing. Instead, she threw herself into her mother’s arms and murmured, “It’s not snowing. It just rained. The streets are damp and a bit cold.”

She nuzzled against her mother, and gradually, her mood calmed down. “I’m not feeling well, so I took leave and came home. I want to stay here for a few days. If the counselor contacts you, please let them know.”

Her mother held her, gently patting her back, and only after a while did she speak. “Will you leave again after this visit?”

It was a strange question, and at first, Long Xiang didn’t grasp its meaning. But once she did, she looked up abruptly.

Her mother lowered her head to meet her eyes, slowly widening her gaze as she realized something.

“It’s odd,” her mother recalled, frowning slightly. “For the past two days, I’ve had recurring dreams. It’s always dark, and a voice keeps telling me that you’re coming home.”

She hesitated, searching for the right words. “I woke up confused because you’ve been attending school without any issues. Why would you be coming back? I called you, but there didn’t seem to be anything unusual, and you didn’t mention returning.”

“So, I thought it was just a random dream. But last night, I had it again. This time, the dream told me to prepare for your arrival. When I woke up, I suddenly remembered a lot of things.”

Long Xiang’s eyelashes trembled as she softly asked, “Remember what?”

Her mother hugged her tightly, their bodies trembling together. In a gentle voice, she said, “I remembered… you actually left for a long time. We said our goodbyes. Later, you suddenly called, even sent videos… In short, I remembered everything. Your brother and father may not know, but I do.”

“Xiang Xiang, why did you come back?”

Long Xiang quickly answered, “Mom, isn’t coming home the right thing for me to do?”

Her mother was visibly stunned.

Long Xiang continued slowly, “Isn’t returning home what I should be doing?”

“This is where you are, where my studies are, where the home I’ve lived in for twenty years is. Here, I have the internet and all the electronic devices I love, and there’s the country I cherish and the culture I admire. This is where I belong. Coming back here is the right thing for me.”

She spoke quickly, as if she were trying to prove something, her eyes unwavering.

Her mother nodded and said, “I’m just afraid you weren’t supposed to come back. Forcing your way back might bring unforeseen consequences.”

Long Xiang slowly shook her head, mumbling, “There won’t be any consequences.”

With Beiting Xue around, how could there be any consequences?

Even in death, he wouldn’t let anything disrupt her peaceful life.

Long Xiang rested all her weight on her mother, sinking into the warmth and softness of her embrace. She nearly drifted off to sleep.

At that moment, her mother whispered, “So, does that mean you won’t be leaving again?”

Long Xiang tightly shut her eyes but didn’t respond.

Her mother understood her answer.

“That’s fine too,” she sighed, hugging her daughter closer. Then, after a moment’s hesitation, she asked quietly, “Baby, you’re sad because coming home means you won’t see your boyfriend again, right?”

Long Xiang stiffened, and after a long pause, she said, “Men aren’t important.”

Her mother seemed to chuckle softly. Long Xiang tensed up even more, not relaxing in the slightest because of the laugh.

She was terrified—terrified that her mother would say something more, terrified that she wouldn’t know how to respond, and terrified that she would reveal something that would make her mother worry.

Oddly enough, her mother seemed to understand her perfectly, and she said no more.

The two of them simply rested together on the sofa, falling into a peaceful nap.

That evening, her father and brother came home, and as expected, they didn’t remember anything. But that didn’t really matter.

Long Xiang sat at the dinner table, eating the meal her father had prepared. The familiar braised pork trotters filled her with both joy and sorrow.

Her older brother knocked her on the head. “You’re not happy eating pork trotters? What’s going on? Did someone at school make you upset?”

Long Xiang shook her head. “I’m not upset. I’m just feeling sentimental.”

Her brother stared at her in confusion, and she shoved him away, saying, “Hurry up and eat. If you’re not going to eat, give it to me.”

Though he pretended to protect his portion, after tearing it apart with his gloved hands, he gave her the best part.

Long Xiang closed her eyes. Even though she was full, she forced herself to finish the food.

The consequence of eating too much was indigestion. In the middle of the night, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep, feeling miserable.

Sitting up, she burped and felt her stomach burning. She left her room, found the medicine box, and chewed on an antacid tablet. As the moonlight softly filtered through the window, she couldn’t help but think of Beiting Xue, who always seemed to prophesy by the moon.

He had once foretold her future, seeing her in an air-conditioned room in summer, eating watermelon. When had that been?

It certainly wasn’t now.

Could it be next year?

It seemed like she really could stay peacefully at home. After all, if she would still be here next summer, she wasn’t going anywhere.

That meant she wouldn’t disappear, right?

Everything had truly settled, hadn’t it?

Long Xiang stood up. Though her stomach felt a bit better, she still couldn’t sleep. After thinking it over, she changed clothes and quietly left the house.

It was a bit risky for a young woman to go out alone in the middle of the night. As soon as Long Xiang stepped outside, another figure threw on a coat and followed her silently.

Long Xiang scanned a bike from the street and rode toward the temple she had passed during the day when she returned.

The autumn night was chilly. Even though she wore a thick coat, the wind still cut through her.

She finally arrived outside the temple. Even in the dead of night, the city she lived in was still bustling with people. Especially near the city center, where cars and pedestrians were still passing by, reducing any significant risk to her safety.

Once she reached the temple, the figure that had been following her stopped at a distance.

From the shadow of an alley, her father’s worried face was barely visible.

… As long as she’s safe.

That’s what he thought as he pulled his coat tighter and tucked the wooden club he had brought closer to his side. He waited there, making sure his daughter returned safely.

Long Xiang had no idea her father had been following her the entire time, protecting her as she ventured here.

She hadn’t planned on sneaking into the temple at night. She just felt an overwhelming urge to see the red walls and bricks again.

At night, the temple was closed, and there were no tourists around. Standing before the red walls, Long Xiang felt a strange surge of emotion.

Following her instincts, she moved her fingers slightly, and a ripple of energy swirled around her, making her freeze in shock.

It was spiritual energy.

It hadn’t disappeared.