Chapter 107 – The Ancient Yandere’s Doll

The Ancient Yandere’s Doll (7)

When Chen Jingran heard his friend’s words, he knew he had misunderstood. “Brother Murong, the real reason I keep going to the brothel is because I’ve fallen in love with a woman.”

After saying this, Chen Jingran scratched his cheek a little sheepishly.

Murong Jin paused at the words and stopped walking. “A brothel woman?” He was worried that his naive friend would get deceived.

Chen Jingran nodded, afraid that Murong Jin would look down on her because she was in a brothel, so he explained: “She was originally from a respectable family, but her family fell on hard times, and she was forced to make a living in the brothel.”

“I… I want to buy her freedom.”

Murong Jin looked at his friend’s flushed cheeks and knew he was serious.

“How much?” Murong Jin stared at him seriously, and this time, there was no trace of his previous disdain in his eyes.

Chen Jingran took a deep breath. “One hundred taels of silver…” He actually knew the price was way too high, but once one entered that brothel, it was incredibly hard to get out.

Murong Jin nodded. Just as he was about to pull out his money pouch and hand over the gold again, Chen Jingran suddenly froze in a daze.

“Hm?” Murong Jin made a puzzled sound.

Chen Jingran’s hands trembled slightly as he held the gold. He had actually already gone home to beg his parents, but his family simply couldn’t come up with that much money.

“Brother Murong, I already owe you too much. If there’s ever anything I can do for you in the future, just say the word.” Chen Jingran felt his nose sting, but he held back and spoke firmly.

Murong Jin understood that his friend had his pride too. If he took this money without doing something in return, he would feel uneasy.

So Murong Jin gave a slight nod and watched his retreating figure, lost in thought.

The brother who once swore that he would never marry now had a beloved of his own, which made him feel like the odd one out.

Putting Chen Jingran’s matter out of his mind, he walked back to his room. His doll was waiting for him.

On Xu Xinghe’s side, she had already confirmed with Yao Yao that tonight was the full moon, and she would be able to move tonight.

Murong Jin pushed open the door and saw the doll still in the same position he had left her earlier. For some reason, he felt a hint of disappointment.

“Doll, I’m back.” He pulled her into his arms, inhaling the familiar scent on her that matched his own, and only then did he feel a bit of peace.

At this moment, Murong Jin suddenly realized that he had never actually introduced himself to the doll, and she didn’t even know his name.

“Doll, I’m Murong Jin. You have to remember.” Murong Jin stared stubbornly into her eyes, as if that would make her really remember his name.

Of course, Xu Xinghe already knew his name. She secretly called him as a fool in her mind.

…

Ever since Murong Jin brought the doll back, he had been taking most of his meals in his room, with the doll sitting across from him.

He regretted that the doll couldn’t eat. Feeding her would have been a very interesting thing.

Tonight, Murong Jin went to bed especially early, perhaps because his friend’s affairs had worn him out.

“Good night, doll.” He placed the doll on the small bed by his head and whispered softly.

Xu Xinghe waited and waited. Murong Jin’s breathing had evened out. He must have fallen asleep.

Finally, a bright full moon hung high in the night sky, its clear light pouring over the earth.

The moonlight was like water, tranquil and serene, accompanied by sparse stars and thin clouds.

The doll lying on the small bed began to emit a strange light, and then the previously lying doll actually stood up.

“Finally, I can move.” Xu Xinghe muttered as she stretched her somewhat stiff limbs.

She was still small, but at least she could move now. Xu Xinghe was very satisfied.

She glanced at Murong Jin sleeping soundly on the bed and didn’t intend to wrong herself.

She dragged the mattress and climbed up. The height of the bed was still a bit much for her.

Looking at the sleeping Murong Jin, whose face looked especially gentle, she reached out her little hand and gently pressed it against his slightly furrowed brow.

He seemed to be murmuring something in his sleep. Xu Xinghe leaned close to his mouth and heard:

“Doll…”

She helplessly smoothed out his knitted brow, then climbed into his warm embrace and fell asleep peacefully.

“Good night.”