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"I only have this one wish..."
After reading the words left by Ye Liuhui, I recalled her murmurs in my dreams, and suddenly my heart felt as if it were being twisted by a knife. I had so comfortably used her body, yet I knew nothing about her. She left me with nothing—neither love nor hate, neither sorrow nor joy. She had completed a whole world for me, while I had once used her heart, looking down on her indulgence and willfulness, feeling smug about "saving" her image for my arrival.
In this world, no one truly understood her; no one knew how much courage and ambition her fragile body had once carried. Perhaps as she herself said, everything about her was known only to the earth, to the Bodhisattva, and to the yellow soil—no one else knew. Not even anyone knew that she was already dead.
When a person tragically passes away, there will always be those who loved him or her, heartbroken and weeping by the coffin, reciting eulogies in silence, praying for a peaceful passage into the afterlife. There will be those who miss him or her, who continue to bury their memories deep in their hearts long after he or she is gone, getting drunk while gazing at photographs and laying the most fragrant flowers at the grave.
As long as someone remembers them, the soul will remain immortal, and love will linger on.
I had seen Teacher Zhang gaze silently at Senior Xiao Hua's portrait more than once. I knew that no matter how many years passed or how many people he encountered or experiences he went through, in Teacher Zhang's heart, Senior Xiao Hua's voice and smile would never fade.
But Ye Liuhui had vanished without a trace. My appearance and replacement took away all the love and remembrance that should have belonged to her. Besides me, perhaps there was Night Phantom; everyone believed she was still living happily. Even the man she had loved with all his might could only look sadly at her shell as she fell into another man's embrace, forcing himself to endure the pain and bless the "her" who had changed.
I had always regarded my crossing over and all sorts of crossings throughout history as melodramatic farces, never considering that behind every traveler lay a soul that had died unnoticed.
Ye Liuhui had once been such a vibrant, beautiful, resilient woman with a fragrant soul; now her love and life had turned into something unprovable.
No tombstone, no memorial.
Suddenly I felt a tickling sensation on my cheek; coming back to my senses, I realized I had immersed myself too deeply—I could see nothing at all. Oh, it turned out I was crying; tears flowed freely, blurring my vision. The tickling on my cheek was someone gently wiping my face with warm fingers. Looking closely, ah—it was Guilin!
We stood under the tree without realizing when we had arrived there; petals from the Crabapple Blossom fluttered down like rain and piled onto our clothes. Guilin wrapped one arm around my shoulder while his other hand gently stroked around my eyes, wiping away the surging tears. He looked down at me with a smile; his gaze was soft but devoid of sadness. Suddenly I felt his fingers were exquisitely beautiful—such hands should be unparalleled in the world—but they also seemed somewhat familiar as if I had seen them somewhere before.
Those beautiful fingers dried my tears but then lightly tapped my nose.
"Ah Ying," he said softly, "it turns out you have such a sad past. What a fool you are. But it's okay; just don't remember it. Don't do such foolish things! If you hesitate, let me help you."
What is going on? What is this? Ah! What are you doing?! Why are you being so hands-on? This is simply too inappropriate!
I was about to push him away when Guilin suddenly turned pale, lightly raised his hand, and pushed me outward. In an instant, his sword was drawn from his waist, and a flash of snow-white light passed by. With two crisp sounds of "ding ding," two slender silver darts were shot out.
At that moment, I was stunned because I noticed that around us, an array of colorful butterflies had silently filled the air without my noticing. Most of them were indigo, deep purple, and emerald green—very rare colors. Those vibrant butterflies fluttered about, yet somehow they felt eerie and terrifying.
Not far away, on a tree blooming with flowers and basking in the morning light, stood a tall man in a black robe that billowed gently in the wind. His sword was also drawn, and the coldness on his face was even more pronounced. This man was incredibly handsome; my gaze was instantly drawn to him because he was none other than my idol, Nie Qiuyuan.
"Brother, who is this..." I felt a rush of anxiety as I realized he misunderstood Guilin as having taken me away, so I wanted to explain. Before I could finish my sentence, however, I saw Nie Qiuyuan flick his fingers lightly, and a pill flew accurately into my mouth. It slid down with a gulp, causing me to cough.
"Step back and protect your eyes," Nie Qiuyuan commanded coldly.
Could it be that they were about to fight? Qiu wasn't usually this reckless; how could he act without saying a word and just jump into action?
Before I could think further, I noticed a group of green butterflies among the surrounding ones suddenly darting toward Guilin as if they had received a command.
Guilin let out a cold laugh and thrust his sword into the ground, freeing both hands to face the enemy. He calmly drew two circles in the air with his palms, using a move similar to "Cloud Hands" from Tai Chi, then gently pushed forward. But those seemingly soft palms unexpectedly unleashed a fierce wind that swept through the nearby green butterflies, igniting them into flames with a "poof," instantly turning them to ash.
I quickly stepped back several paces to distance myself from them. When masters clash, ordinary people can easily get caught in the crossfire; getting too close would be akin to seeking death.
Guilin spoke coldly: "Oh? You're actually using poison here? Aren't you afraid it will affect that girl? Moreover, it's better not to use poison in front of me; have you forgotten who taught you about toxins?"
Before he could finish speaking, there was a series of "whoosh" sounds. I didn't know how those blue butterflies had mutated but suddenly they flew as fast as hummingbirds, shooting toward Guilin like arrows. Guilin's expression darkened as he leaped back three zhang (about ten meters), causing those butterflies to crash onto the ground with "puff puff" sounds.
In the spot where Guilin had just stood, within three zhang, everything instantly froze.
Guilin's body flew out, and just as his feet touched the ground, before he could steady himself, a shadow enveloped him, accompanied by a flash of white light. It was Nie Qiuyuan, descending like a great bird, sword raised high to strike him down. Guilin reacted swiftly; with a quick sidestep and a sweep of his right arm, he heard a crisp "clang" as a curved blade appeared in his hand just in time to block Nie Qiuyuan's sword attack.
In the blink of an eye, Guilin twisted his body, and the curved blade suddenly elongated, transforming into a long scythe. With a fierce sweep, he counterattacked Nie Qiuyuan.
Nie Qiuyuan guided the tip of his sword along the path of the scythe's attack, using the "stick" technique to deflect the scythe's direction. However, unexpectedly, the scythe snapped in half at the handle, becoming a pair of nunchaku linked by a chain in the middle. With a shake of the Iron Lock, it shot towards Nie Qiuyuan's waist.
Nie Qiuyuan executed a graceful spin, lowering his body to evade the nunchaku and leaped back two steps. The two men instantly halted their movements—one wielding a sword and the other brandishing dual chained blades—facing off against each other.
I stood there dumbfounded, not for any other reason but because of that long scythe in Guilin's hand. That was something I recognized! Wasn't it Ren Pingsheng's unique weapon?
I couldn't help but feel stunned. Could it be that this official who claimed to belong to the Jade Balance Bureau, this man who had been accompanying and looking after me and had gained my trust, was actually the unpredictable and ruthless Mirror Gate Azure Dragon Envoy Ren Pingsheng?
Looking again at Guilin—the features, the aura, the essence emanating from his body—none bore any resemblance to what I knew of Ren Pingsheng. It was simply terrifying! After spending so much time with such a cruel and fearsome person without noticing anything amiss! If it weren't for Nie Qiuyuan's arrival now, the consequences would have been unimaginable!
Guilin sighed lightly and said, "Xuanwu, Ah Ying and I were just beginning to connect amidst this beautiful spring scenery. You had to come and interrupt; do you not understand romance?"
Nie Qiuyuan glanced at me before his cold gaze returned to Guilin.
"My woman—dare to touch her and I'll kill you!" Nie Qiuyuan stared directly at him, speaking icily.
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