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For several consecutive days, Lin Zhao did not come to find me.
Elder Fuxu noticed my pale complexion and lack of spirit, and asked, "Did you not eat the woolly grass? Why are you still like this? Could it be that he poisoned you?"
I immediately shook my head, "No way."
If he wanted to harm me, he wouldn't use such a despicable method.
Moreover, that day in a daze, I clearly saw his soft side.
Elder Fuxu sighed deeply, hesitated several times before finally saying, "Yuyou, some people have committed too many sins and will not easily turn back."
"Ah... Are you talking about me, Elder Fuxu? Have you not heard the saying that the sea of suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore? It's surprising that Qinchang Valley still believes in Buddhism but doesn't understand this principle."
I turned to look back, and there was Lin Zhao, dressed in white, standing by the door like an ethereal being. The winter sun slowly crept across his brow, revealing a softness I had never seen before.
"Although I never intended to turn back to the shore, I no longer owe you anything from Qinchang Valley."
He snorted softly, glanced at me, and gestured for me to follow him.
It wasn't until we reached the Western Mountains that I began to feel a hint of warmth amidst the twists and turns. Wherever he went, I followed obediently.
Later, he climbed up a stone wall, picked stars and wine, and placed a large cup of wine in front of me. Coldly, he said, "Drink up; the wine from the Western Mountains can nourish your flesh and blood. Once your body is well-nourished, I'll come back to torment you."
His face was immersed in the high winds and moonlight while I bathed in the fragrant aroma of the wine. Unable to resist, I grabbed his arm and asked with a smile, "Lin Zhao, how exactly do you plan to torment me?"
Are you going to force me with woolly grass?
Or threaten me with mandrake?
Will you pick me up in the snow only to cast me aside?
Or perhaps... take me over mountains and rivers to fetch celestial brew?
He is clearly soft-hearted, isn't he?
Lin Zhao frowned and pushed my hand away.
Taking advantage of my drunkenness, I clung to his arm and pretended to throw a tantrum.
He looked at me gloomily, helpless yet... with a hint of indulgence.
I thought I must be drunk; otherwise, I wouldn't have asked him, "Lin Zhao, will you always accompany me to drink and take care of me in the future?"
And he wouldn't have gently replied, "I will."
I never imagined that on the day we returned from Xishan, Qincang Valley had turned into a river of blood, its gates destroyed, and Elder Fuxu was missing.
Suddenly, snow fell heavily from the sky.
I recalled the elder's previous advice: "Making a deal with a tiger is no different from waiting for death." In an instant, I turned to Lin Zhao, who stared at me in disbelief and said darkly, "You suspect me?"
I opened my mouth, speechless.
He threw his head back and laughed: "You, who are accustomed to raising ungrateful things in Qincang Valley, actually suspect me? Yuyou, even if I hated your Qincang Valley deeply, I would only wash it in blood in front of you!"
He glared at me fiercely and was about to leave when I grabbed him and murmured, "Lin Zhao, where is your green lamp?"
Suddenly realizing something, he panicked and avoided my gaze, coldly saying, "The green lamp has its own uses. Yuyou, if you don't trust me, then nothing I say matters!"
"Yes!"
I fought back tears as I shook his shoulder. "How can I trust you again? Who else could do something so cruel besides you?"
Lin Zhao took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
I stood there frozen, feeling cold all over, unable to remember what he said when he turned away.
“Bianji, you truly are a good disciple of the Buddhist Sect!”
Is this what you meant?
How could he call me Bianji in such a cold tone?
If it weren't for him, I would never have abandoned love so ruthlessly, retreating into the Buddhist Sect, only to later experience the pain of bloodshed, turning myself into a joke.
I still vaguely remember in the endless darkness of the swamp, I followed the white robes that were as pure as jade, like a fool.
He replied to me, “Don’t follow me anymore, don’t be so sentimental, or… I will definitely not let you go.”
His fierce gaze locked onto me, leaving me trapped in the mud, my dignity sinking into the water.
Later, for reasons unknown, he fought fiercely with Yaofo again. I foolishly bore twenty shackles for him and endured a hundred lashes from the Buddhist Sect, ultimately breaking my spirit.
The shattered bones lost their shape and quickly turned into a pool of stagnant water; I became the biggest joke in that swamp.
It was still Yao Huan who nourished my flesh and blood with the sound of Buddhist bells and invited me into the Buddhist Sect.
Lin Zhao, even more love will soon be exhausted...
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