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In the deep night of the Orchid Sect, a sudden storm broke the tranquility of the valley. The strong wind, pouring rain, thunder, and lightning made the whole valley seem to be in chaos. On such a night, Yun Xiyue and Mo Zetian were forced to stay in a temporary shelter.
The shelter was a simple thatched hut located on the edge of the Orchid Sect. Inside, there was only an old wooden table and two grass mats. The rain dripped on the roof of the thatched hut, making a dull sound. Although the hut was simple, it provided a temporary sense of safety in such a storm.
Yun Xiyue Sitting on the grass mat, hugging her knees, she looked out at the wind and rain. Her brows furrowed slightly, feeling a bit anxious. This sudden storm reminded her of the various difficulties she had encountered on her path to immortality.
Mo Zetian sat across from her, his eyes deep and contemplative as he gazed at the door of the thatched cottage. The rain beat fiercely on the roof, as if trying to engulf the entire cottage. Yet in this environment, Mo Zetian remained unusually calm, as if all the wind and rain could not shake his inner peace.
A sudden thunder broke the silence between the two. Yun Xiyue shivered slightly, and Mo Zetian noticed her movement. He asked softly, " Yun Xiyue, are you afraid?"
Yun Xiyue shook her head, trying to conceal her unease. "No, just a bit surprised. The storm came too suddenly."
Mo Zetian's gaze softened a bit, and he gently said, "The weather is unpredictable, just like our path of cultivation, always filled with unforeseeable variables."
Yun Xiyue fell silent for a moment, then spoke, "And you, Mo Zetian? What thoughts are in your heart on this path of cultivation?"
Mo Zetian A faint smile, with a hint of determination in his eyes: "Since meeting you, my path is no longer a lonely journey. I am willing to face all the storms with you."
Yun Xiyue Hearing this, her heart couldn't help but flutter. She looked at Mo Zetian and found sincerity and persistence in his eyes. In that moment, she seemed to feel Mo Zetian's deep affection for her.
Mo Zetian looked at Yun Xiyue and said in silence, " Yun Xiyue, I know our relationship has left you feeling confused, but I must tell you that my feelings for you are genuine and deep."
A wave of complex emotions rose in Yun Xiyue's heart as she didn't know how to respond. She felt both fondness for Mo Zetian and uncertainty and fear about the future.
Yun Xiyue Take a deep breath and honestly say, " Mo Zetian, your honesty moves me, but I still need time to sort out my thoughts. On this path of cultivation, I have many things to do and many responsibilities to bear."
Mo Zetian nodded, showing understanding in their expression. "I understand. No matter how long you need, I will be here, waiting for your decision."
On a stormy night, raindrops continuously pelted the thatched roof of the cottage, creating a rhythmically intense sound. Yun Xiyue and Mo Zetian sat inside, where the wind and rain outside seemed to create two separate worlds. Inside, a dim light cast a warm glow, providing a quiet and comfortable space for the two to converse.
Yun Xiyue sat by the window, the heavy rain creating a barrier between the inside and outside world. Her gaze alternated between being immersed in the wild storm outside and turning towards Mo Zetian. This special night seemed to have opened a door within her, stirring up emotions and memories.
"Mo Zetian, do you know? Since I was young, I have dreamed of revitalizing the Orchid Sect and making it shine again in the world of cultivation." Yun Xiyue's voice reveals a firm and persistent determination. Even when mentioning past dangers, her eyes shine like stars, unyielding and strong.
Mo Zetian listens quietly, his posture composed, his gaze deep, as if he can see into the depths of the human heart. When Yun Xiyue's words subside, he speaks in a calm but profound voice: "Yun Xiyue, your ideals are great. My own path is also filled with tribulations. Perhaps we are all pursuing lofty goals."
His words, though concise, seem to contain profound meaning. When talking about his ideals, a hint of bright light flashes in his eyes, as if ignited by a passion deep within his heart.
Yun Xiyue gazing at Mo Zetian, she felt the weight of his words and gained a deeper understanding of this companion's inner world. Her eyes revealed a hint of admiration, and on this night, the distance between them undoubtedly narrowed.
The lights inside the house flickered, accompanied by the sound of wind and rain, as the two people conversed, their voices alternating between lively and subdued.
On this night, Yun Xiyue and Mo Zetian shared their respective stories, their spirits growing closer in this special environment. Despite the raging storm outside, inside this small thatched house, there was a sense of peace and warmth.
As time passed, their conversation became deeper and their understanding of each other grew more profound. This night would be an unforgettable memory for them, a deep bond formed in their hearts on this night.
When the first light of dawn shone through the thatched window, Yun Xiyue and Mo Zetian each left and returned to their own homes. Although Yun Xiyue felt confused and uncertain about Mo Zetian's confession, the exchange of this night allowed her to gain a deeper understanding and insight into Mo Zetian.
After the storm, the Orchid Sect returned to calm. Yun Xiyue stood in her own courtyard, looking at the distant mountains, her heart full of thoughts. The experience of this night was a spiritual baptism for her, and also a deep reflection on the future.
Meanwhile, Mo Zetian sat quietly in his residence, his eyes deep, seemingly contemplating something. Yun Xiyue needed time and space to think, and he was willing to give her that time. He believed that no matter how rough the road ahead, they would always find the answers that belonged to each other.
The promise in the wind and rain is like the ever-changing clouds in the valley, full of possibilities. For Yun Xiyue and Mo Zetian, this is just a moment in their long practice, but it is an important turning point.
As the stormy night gradually deepens, Yun Xiyue feels somewhat reassured in the company of Mo Zetian. However, fate always seems to like to surprise or test people unexpectedly. On this stormy night, an accident suddenly occurs.
The storm outside the thatched cottage grew more intense, with a loud thunderclap accompanying the lightning as a large tree was struck and split, falling directly towards the cottage. Sensing the danger, they urgently sought cover, but unfortunately, they were pierced in the back by a fallen branch, emitting a painful groan.
Hearing the sound, they were startled and quickly turned to look at Yun Xiyue. They saw Yun Xiyue's pained expression and the injury to their back, immediately becoming extremely anxious. A rare sense of panic flashed in their eyes as they hurriedly went to Yun Xiyue's side, carefully helping them up.
" Yun Xiyue, how are you?" The voice of Mo Zetian revealed worry and anxiety.
Yun Xiyue bit her lip, trying hard to endure the pain in her back, her brow furrowed. "I... I'm fine," she said, but her voice betrayed unmistakable agony.
Mo Zetian saw the situation and became even more anxious. He quickly checked Yun Xiyue's injuries. He found that the wound, while not fatal, could not be ignored. He was filled with self-blame. At this moment, beneath his usually calm exterior, he concealed an anxious and restless heart.
"I will treat your wounds," Mo Zetian said, taking out some simple medical supplies and bandages from his sleeve.
Yun Xiyue Looking at Mo Zetian's anxious expression, she felt a bit touched, but her personality made her unwilling to appear weak, so she said firmly, "I can handle it myself."
Mo Zetian insisted on personally treating her injuries. His touch was gentle and careful, and every movement seemed particularly cautious. Yun Xiyue felt the warmth of Mo Zetian's fingers and the pain in her heart seemed to lessen a bit.
During the process of healing, Mo Zetian occasionally showed a concerned look in his eyes, with the corners of his mouth tightly drawn, revealing his inner unease. This moment of Mo Zetian is completely different from his usual calm and composure; his heart is being stirred by the pain of Yun Xiyue.
Yun Xiyue watches Mo Zetian with such tension, and a complex emotion arises in her heart. She originally thought Mo Zetian was the kind of person who was always cold and indifferent, but at this moment, she saw his other side of sincerity and care.
After the treatment, the pain of Yun Xiyue has greatly reduced. She leaned gently against the wall, looking at Mo Zetian, wanting to speak but not knowing where to start.
Mo Zetian sat beside her, his eyes filled with deep concern: " Yun Xiyue, this incident made me realize that I cannot lose you. No matter how difficult our path may be, I am willing to walk it with you."
Yun Xiyue Upon hearing this, her heart stirred, and she looked at Mo Zetian with a hint of complexity in her eyes: " Mo Zetian, I..."
At this moment, the wind and rain outside seemed to weaken, and a hint of moonlight shone through the window into the thatched cottage, bringing a sense of tranquility. Yun Xiyue remained silent for a moment, then spoke: "I'm not ready to respond to your feelings yet, but I'm willing to give us a chance to see where this path will lead us."
Mo Zetian Upon hearing these words, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes. He gently held Yun Xiyue's hand, expressing understanding and support.
The promise in the wind and rain, like a beam of light, illuminated the two of them.
In the thatched cottage, Yun Xiyue and Mo Zetian sat quietly, the wind and rain outside gradually subsiding, and everything returned to tranquility. The experience of this night was not only a spiritual exchange, but also a mutual closeness of two hearts.
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