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At some point, Liu Feng walked over and embraced her.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine!" She had only suffered a few superficial injuries, and thanks to Heavenly Eye, they had already scabbed over.
"That's great!" He sighed softly, burying his head in her shoulder as if utterly exhausted, gripping her hand tightly enough for her to feel pain. But she remained silent, standing still and savoring this moment of warmth and the unspoken affection that flowed between them.
Before long, Clairvoyant Eyes' voice had grown much weaker, the blood pooling at their feet, seemingly unable to last much longer.
Liu Feng slowly opened his eyes and said, "Chunya, do you know why I traveled when you were twelve?"
She shook her head.
She still couldn't freely wield Heavenly Eye and was unaware of many things.
"It was because I love you." After saying this, Liu Feng lowered his head and kissed her, sealing away her confusion with that kiss.
At first, it was so gentle, like a spring breeze caressing the earth, softly coaxing her to respond.
But as she became moved and began to dance with him, the kiss suddenly shifted, turning wild and passionate, sweeping through her body and soul.
When the kiss ended, she collapsed into his arms, while he gazed at her with sadness in his dark jade eyes. "I'm sorry!"
Why was he suddenly apologizing? Before she could react, she felt him seal her acupoint, leaving her frozen.
Liu Feng's fingers brushed over the scar on her forehead as he stared at her intently, his eyes unknowingly moistening. "I searched for you in this world for over seven hundred years, but when I finally found you, I realized that Heavenly Eye was also within you. Do you know? The way to end the entanglement between you, me, and Clairvoyant Eyes is not to kill him but—"
He looked toward the bloody hole on Clairvoyant Eyes' forehead and gritted his teeth. "To return Heavenly Eye to him!"
The one who tied the bell on the tiger must be the one to take it off.
Heaven had allowed him to find her beneath the Pear Blossom Tree, merely to compel him to end everything with his own hands.
He would extract Chunya's Heavenly Eye and, at the moment when the power of the Clairvoyant Eyes was at its weakest, reinsert it into her forehead, thereby purging the demonic energy from within her Clairvoyant Eyes.
But how could she, a mere mortal, endure such a wound? To kill her beloved with his own hands—this punishment was far too cruel! He struggled, he suffered, and ultimately chose to escape.
That was the reason for his departure.
Twenty years later…
“Hey, Xiao Ya! Squire Xiao is distributing relief porridge in the south of the city. Hurry up and get in line!”
After giving a little kick to the small beggar lying on a pile of tattered sacks, his companion dashed away.
The small beggar rolled over, squinting against the light before abruptly closing her eyes again, simply tossing the fallen talisman back into her clothes.
“Damn it! The sunlight is too harsh; it made my eyes water. Are they bullying me because my eyesight is poor?” She grumbled as she stood up, rubbing her muddy hands together and lazily making her way toward the south of the city.
“If it weren't for filling this belly, if it weren't for surviving—damn it! I wouldn't want to squeeze into that crowd!”
She cursed all the way to the south of the city, where her companions had already taken their bowls and started lining up.
After waiting for what felt like ages, it finally came to her turn, only to find that the porridge barrel was nearly empty—there was none left!
"To hell with the Jade Emperor and the King of Hell! When someone is down on their luck, nothing goes right!" She angrily smashed a broken bowl and threw herself on the ground, rolling around and shouting, "I can't live like this anymore! I don't want to live! I might as well just die!"
As soon as someone started causing a scene, those nearby who hadn’t received any porridge joined in the commotion. Before long, more and more people gathered, and the situation was about to spiral out of control.
Suddenly, a steaming bowl of white porridge was held out in front of her, making her mouth water and her stomach growl.
"Brother, this bowl is for you!" The voice was clear and strong, but for some reason, the last word trembled slightly, as if the speaker was barely containing their excitement.
"Who cares? As long as there's food!" She quickly got up, snatched the bowl away without even saying thank you, and squatted under a tree to eat greedily.
The person stood nearby, silently watching her.
Feeling the intense gaze upon her, she glanced up and saw a young man dressed in fine robes—he must be a Rich Young Master.
Hmph! Rich Young Master! They're all no good! She rubbed her foot and flicked a freshly made mud ball at him.
He didn’t get angry; instead, he calmly continued to stare at her, even as a bit of dirt splattered onto his pristine white clothing.
"What are you looking at? Never seen a beggar before?" She was a bit annoyed, pushed him aside, and casually grabbed a money pouch before walking away while picking her nose and muttering curses.
Behind her, he smiled slightly to himself, thinking: This personality is truly interesting!
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