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Although she explained everything to Big Tiger, she had no feelings for him and did not consider any future marriage.
In her heart, there was always a person stationed there, a man she loved too much but could not love…
When Big Tiger heard Xin'er’s words, he said he understood.
However, the melancholy on his face still made Xin'er feel a bit guilty.
After all, matters of the heart were not something she could control.
When they returned home, Big Tiger's Mother thought their relationship would work out and wore a cheerful smile.
But upon seeing Big Tiger's gloomy expression, she realized what had happened.
She merely moved her lips but said nothing more.
Still, Xin'er knew that Big Tiger's Mother was happy to see them together.
Now that things were like this, Xin'er was sure it felt bittersweet in her heart.
That evening, during dinner, the atmosphere was particularly awkward because everyone had something on their minds.
Xin'er hardly ate anything and eventually stopped. After tidying up the dishes, she returned to her room.
Her heart had never felt at ease.
She also felt that it was impossible for her to continue living there.
Even though she had only been here for half a month, she had already developed quite a few feelings for this place.
She had thought that she would gradually adapt to life here.
However, after what happened today, even though Big Tiger and the others didn’t say anything, living together in the future would surely feel awkward.
So, it was better for her to leave!
But she also knew that if she told Big Tiger and the others that she was leaving, they would definitely think it was because of today’s incident and wouldn’t let her go.
Thus, Su Ying could only leave some silver coins behind as this month’s lodging fee. After packing her clothes, she quietly left while it was still dawn and everyone was still asleep.
Standing at the entrance of Big Tiger's Home, looking at everything familiar, Xin'er felt a pang of melancholy in her heart.
She then looked up at the dawn in the east, but her heart was filled with confusion.
In such a vast world, could it be that there was no place for her to belong anymore!?
Feeling sad, Xin'er shouldered her bag and slowly left Peach Blossom Village.
She didn’t know where she could go; she just wandered aimlessly.
When she got tired of walking, she would find a tea house to have some tea and eat a bun.
Lately, she noticed that her appetite seemed to have increased.
In the past, she would only eat a little porridge and one bun in the morning. But now, she found herself eating a lot every day—almost double what she used to consume.
Fortunately, this time she had brought some silver with her.
This silver was given to her by Xuan from the Treasury, intended for her to use when she went out shopping in the past.
There was quite a bit of silver, and if she found a small courtyard to live in, saved some money, and worked at weaving and embroidery, it would be enough for her lifetime.
Moreover, she did not like luxury and was not picky about food, so Xin'er did not worry about future expenses.
However, deep down, she felt an emptiness as if something was missing.
And every time she thought of Xuan, a faint pain began to stir in her heart.
What was Xuan doing now? Was he searching for her due to her disappearance, worrying about her?
Thinking of this made Xin'er’s nose tingle, and tears quickly welled up in her eyes.
The tears spilled over and slowly slid down to her lips, tasting so bitter...
Xuan, I really... miss you so much...
...
In the dense forest, a scene of carnage unfolded.
The sounds of cold weapons clashing echoed repeatedly, accompanied by the sickening sound of blades piercing flesh, the horrifying cries of agony, and the heavy thuds of bodies falling—an unending symphony of violence.
The strong smell of blood spread through the once-quiet forest.
On the ground lay corpses, scattered haphazardly, with severed limbs and rivers of blood, a sight that was both shocking and heart-wrenching!
In this massacre, the most striking figure was a handsome man dressed in a Black Python Robe, wielding a Treasure Blade.
The man's swordsmanship was incredibly swift, like a flurry of starlight, with dragon-like movements. His clothes billowed as he moved, his figure elusive, and his sword danced like a roaming dragon, leaving no survivors in its wake!
Whether it was due to the man's bloodlust or something else, he emanated an aura of chilling killing intent, making him appear as if he were a Shura from the depths of hell, instilling fear in all who beheld him.
This slaughter seemed to last only a moment.
From dozens of Black-Clad Assassins, only four or five remained.
Seeing this, the man immediately sheathed his Treasure Blade. With tightly pressed Red Lips, he turned to his subordinate beside him and said, "Take them back. No matter what it takes, make them reveal who sent them."
"Yes, Master!"
Upon hearing his words, the subordinate immediately responded with utmost respect. He then directed the others to subdue the remaining Black-Clad Assassins.
The rest began to tidy up the chaos in the forest.
As he watched everyone busily working around him amidst the sea of corpses, the man slowly raised his head to gaze at the azure sky, feeling a sharp pain in his heart.
Xin'er, where are you!? Come back!
June days are like a child's face, changing in an instant!
The morning was clear and bright, but by noon, dark clouds began to loom ominously overhead.
At first glance, they resembled a swirling black vortex, frightening to behold.
It was a clear sign that a thunderstorm was imminent.
Watching the sky, Xin'er quickened her pace.
After all, she was walking through a sparsely populated forest.
There wasn't a single house in sight, and if it started to rain, she wouldn't know where to seek shelter!
As Xin'er worried about her situation, suddenly the sky erupted with thunder and lightning. A torrential downpour began to fall unexpectedly.
The rain came down so fast that Xin'er barely had time to react; the icy droplets struck her skin painfully.
Fortunately, at that moment, she spotted what seemed to be a dilapidated temple not far away. Her heart lifted with hope as she hurriedly made her way toward it.
Even so, by the time Xin'er reached the temple, she was already drenched to the bone.
Though it was summer, being soaked through made her clothes cling uncomfortably to her body, leaving her feeling cold and uneasy.
Xin'er, feeling fragile, stepped inside the temple just as a cold gust of wind swept through. Unable to hold back, she sneezed loudly.
Beautiful Eyes glanced around lightly.
The dilapidated temple was overrun with Spider Webs, and the ground was covered in Straw dust, clearly indicating that no one had visited this place for a long time. There was no one else around.
Seeing this, Xin'er immediately opened her bundle, intending to quickly change out of her wet clothes.
After all, wearing these wet clothes could easily lead to illness.
Now that she was alone outside, what would she do if she fell sick?
Thus, after considering this, Xin'er scanned her surroundings once more to confirm there was no one around. She swiftly untied the belt at her waist and removed the damp clothing.
Her undergarments were also wet.
So, Xin'er took off her undergarments as well.
The bodice, being worn underneath, still felt dry to the touch, so Xin'er decided not to change it.
She simply wrung out the wet clothes and undergarments with force. Then, from within the bodice, she pulled out a clean set of clothes and pants.
Xin'er thought there was absolutely no one else here; however, unbeknownst to her, above her head on the eaves of the roof, a pair of elongated Deep Black Eyes were observing her every move in vivid detail.
The figure below had skin as smooth as jade, slender limbs, and a graceful figure.
Her hair was damp, faintly shrouded in mist, with droplets continuously sliding down from her head and wetting her cheeks.
Behind her, Long Hair clung tightly to her back.
The girl, with skin as white as snow and long black hair, looked like an enchanting fairy, breathtakingly beautiful.
Seeing this, the man's Adam's apple involuntarily rolled. His narrow, deep black eyes were fixed on her, not daring to miss this once-in-a-lifetime captivating scene.
In contrast to the mesmerized man, Xin'er was completely unaware of it.
All she knew was that she felt extremely cold.
Quickly putting on some clothes, she grabbed a clean garment to dry her damp hair.
After doing all this, Xin'er still felt unbearably cold.
It was as if she were standing in an icy cave.
Unable to help herself, Xin'er sneezed again.
Raising her beautiful eyes, she looked outside at the pouring rain.
Knowing that this downpour would not stop anytime soon, she wondered how she would manage in her current state of chill without any fire to warm her!
Just as Xin'er was feeling anxious, she suddenly sensed something flowing from her nose.
At first, Xin'er thought it was just a nosebleed and reached up to wipe it away. However, when she saw the blood-red stain on her finger, her beautiful eyes widened in shock.
Oh no! She had a nosebleed!
Realizing this, Xin'er felt a jolt of panic and instinctively lifted her face high.
Because she had heard the elders say that if one has a nosebleed, tilting the head back would stop the bleeding.
Who would have thought that when Xin'er tilted her head back, she would see something on the eaves that would leave her utterly stunned, like a thunderclap in broad daylight.
Her mind went blank for a moment, and the next instant, as she regained her senses, without even thinking, a sharp scream burst from her lips—
"Ah... you, you, you..."
Hearing Xin'er's panicked scream, the man who had been hiding on the eaves was caught off guard and clearly startled by her.
He had thought that Xin'er wouldn't look up and wouldn't notice him. Unexpectedly, she did look up and accurately spotted his hiding place.
The man was equally shocked by this turn of events. As Xin'er's terrified scream echoed in his ears, he jumped and fell from the beam above.
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