The Love-Hate and Grudges Between Me and the Mermaid - Chapter 16

Chapter 16

This was not pure rain.

Bu Yan walked out of the basement and realized it at a glance through the window.

Pale yellow rain fell against the glass, emitting a faint gas upon impact, followed immediately by a tiny pit appearing on the surface.

As the rain intensified, the indentations became more pronounced. The raindrops continuously corroded the glass, struggling like tiny ants trying to drag a massive piece of food into a cramped, low burrow.

Bu Yan felt fortunate to be a transmigrator; knowing what the future held allowed her to prepare in advance.

In this home—not just the basement—she had coated everything in a layer of anti-corrosion and anti-radiation material.

It could be said that as long as she didn’t go out and didn’t leave this house, she would remain unharmed.

But there was one prerequisite: the house must not be destroyed.

To ensure this, she still needed to maintain a disguise.

She hadn’t used the highest-grade materials on the exterior of the house. The rain would corrode it slightly, but not much.

She only needed to create an appearance of ruin for outsiders.

If her predictions were correct, the eaves had already been corroded until almost nothing remained.

Suddenly, a jarring flash of blue appeared in her line of sight. Bu Yan remembered her wife—the original host’s wife—whom she hadn’t seen for many days. Her gaze hurriedly snapped away from the window, her feet moving in sync with her vision as she followed the woman up to the second floor, entering the room dedicated to the worship of the Alien God.

“Ian, wait for me.” She successfully entered the room alongside Ian.

The Alien God was the sole deity of this world, an existence worshipped by everyone.

Since she was here, she decided to follow local customs. As Ian set up the deity’s altar and knelt to offer incense, Bu Yan followed suit, lighting incense and kneeling beside her.

“Alien God, grant me eternal life.”

They spoke the words simultaneously.

Whether it was an illusion or not, when she spoke those words with a sincere and serious attitude, Bu Yan heard an answer.

The Alien God responded to her gently: Okay.

Her heart involuntarily quickened its pace, and her entire body trembled uncontrollably. It felt as if an invisible thread had pierced through her, connecting her meridians; there was a slight sense of blockage, yet her joints felt more flexible and comfortable.

“Sister, I am so happy.” Just as Bu Yan was seriously feeling the changes in her body, the incense in her hand was suddenly snatched away. Bu Yan looked up instinctively, met by the sight of Ian’s slender back.

Having not seen her for many days, Ian was once again wearing that azure-blue long dress. Her slender, fair calves were bare, and her delicate ankles were pressed together in a strange posture, connecting her soles and toes.

She was standing on her tiptoes.

This posture looked very much like a part of an animal; strangely, Bu Yan thought of the Alien God again.

She thought of the fish tail beneath the deity’s skirts.

“Ian…” Bu Yan stood up, wanting to ask why she was standing like that.

But her train of thought was interrupted by a sudden embrace.

“You finally acknowledge the Alien God!” Ian knelt before her, hugging her tightly, kissing her neck, earlobes, cheeks, and nose as she spoke… finally stopping at her lips.

It was an extremely light, shallow kiss.

At least, that was how Bu Yan felt.

It was so light she thought their lips hadn’t even truly touched from start to finish.

“I am so happy.”

She heard Ian say again, “Do you know how long I have waited for this day?”

“How long?” The previous question died in her throat, swerving into these two words instead.

“Forty-four days!” Ian cried out excitedly.

Ah, so there were still twelve days left before the apocalypse began.

Having stayed underground for so long, she had almost forgotten.

“Finally, you finally believe.”

In this place, changing the mind of someone who didn’t believe in the Alien God seemed to be a Herculean task.

After Ian finished speaking, she seemed to have exhausted the last shred of strength in her body, slumping against Bu Yan.

Even so, she maintained the embrace, one hand wrapped behind Bu Yan’s waist and the other pressed against her shoulder.

She held Bu Yan tightly, as if afraid she might run away.

“Yes, I finally believe,” Bu Yan supported Ian, smiling warmly.

The room was very small, containing only a table and two kneeling mats. The mats were neatly embroidered with the character for “Double Happiness” (囍).

On the table were two items: a statue of the Alien God and an incense burner.

Six sticks of incense were arranged in the burner, three in the front and three in the back. Burning simultaneously, they released a pungent yet strangely pleasant scent of smoke.

The thick smoke gradually obscured their vision. Bu Yan lowered her head and, as if possessed, proactively kissed Ian, deepening that fleeting kiss from a moment ago.

This one, she gave on behalf of the original host.