A Farewell After Being Reborn

Sage wasn't in the mood to bicker with him. If he wanted to carry her, so be it. She wasn't the one getting tired anyway. Having waited on lan for so many years, she shouldn't feel bad about benefitting from him for once.

With this thought in mind, Sage fell silent and placed her hands back onto his shoulders, leaning back slightly to adopt a posture that suggested she was making him her laborer.

lan understood her intentions, and for a moment, he didn't know whether to be angry or amused. The two walked back home without exchanging a word, maintaining this intimate, yet oddly, distant posture.

When they arrived, Sage prepared to get down to change her shoes, but lan continued to carry her. "Are you planning to carry me upstairs?" Sage asked.

lan replied, "It's only a few steps away.” With that, he carried her upstairs.

Wanda heard the commotion and came out. Seeing the affectionate scene, she smiled like a doting aunt before quickly retreating to the kitchen. All the while, Sage didn't know what to say.

Once they were back in the room, lan finally set Sage down. His arms were a bit sore from carrying her for so long, and he massaged them. It was such an obvious hint, so Sage naturally understood what it meant.

would have tenderly massaged his arms for him, shyly asking if he was tired. But now, she simply pushed him away and said, "Move aside. I

chided, "Sage, I carried you for so long. Don't you understand the concept of

earned it, he had still worked hard. Was she

to put me down, you insisted on carrying me. So if your arms are sore, that's your problem. I'm not

serve him tea, run errands for him, and inquire about his well-being, lan had never forced her to do so. She did it because she believed that it would move

treated her efforts with indifference. It was because everything she did for him, and every sacrifice she made, was of her

forget about asking him to return favors. Now, Sage was merely using

lan wouldn't bother bringing these trivial matters up, but at this moment, he seemed inclined to argue. "Can't you at least massage my

out a bank card. Then, she handed it to him. "There's a 100 grand in there. Go to a