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On the rooftop late at night, a gentle breeze rustles, and stars twinkle. Mo Deqian sits alone in this quiet corner, the surrounding world seeming unrelated to him. His figure appears particularly lonely in the moonlight. His posture is straight, as if not even the night wind can bend him. His gaze is deep, piercing through the darkness, staring at the starry night sky.
In this silent night, Mo Deqian's heart is tumultuous. His thoughts return to the past, and long-sealed memories surge like a tide. He recalls Sect's teachings, the betrayal of Ye Wuke, and the countless wanderings and struggles in the martial world. Each memory is like an independent fragment, yet they intertwine to form the trajectory of his life.
His face showed little expression, but the occasional tight grip of his fist revealed the struggle within. "In any case, this battle is inevitable," he muttered softly, his voice calm but resolute. This was his responsibility as a warrior, as well as a disciple of Sect.
The stars in the night sky seem to be responding to his inner thoughts, shining brightly. Mo Deqian stands tall, with a determined look in his eyes.
In the deep night, with stars twinkling, Mo Deqian sits in a corner on the rooftop, lost in his thoughts. At this moment, Xiao Xiangzi comes up to the rooftop carrying a late-night snack and a wine pot. Her steps are light and graceful, with a hint of playfulness. In the moonlight, her figure appears particularly charming.
"Mo Deqian, come, taste my cooking and enjoy the moonlight," Xiao Xiangzi said softly, a hint of playful smile on her lips. She handed over a wine glass, pouring a cup of clear wine for Mo Deqian, the fragrance filling the air.
Mo Deqian turned to look at the wine glass and food in Xiao Xiangzi's hand, his eyes revealing rare gratitude. He took the wine glass, nodding gently, "Thank you." Though his words were brief, his tone was gentle.
Two people sat side by side, with a gentle night breeze and moonlight like water. Xiao Xiangzi lightly touched her red lips, took a sip of wine, and then asked, "In these days, your memory has recovered quite a bit. Have you found peace with the past?"
Mo Deqian was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "The past is like a shadow. But I have accepted that it's all a part of me." As he spoke, his expression was serene, but there was a profound sense of composure in his tone.
Xiao Xiangzi listened and smiled mischievously, "You always seem so aloof. Here, have another drink. Maybe it will warm your heart." She poured herself another glass of wine and raised it to signal Mo Deqian.
Mo Deqian looked at Xiao Xiangzi with a barely perceptible smile in his eyes and raised his glass in response, "Thank you then." They sat facing each other, drinking under the moonlight, and it seemed as if their hearts were gradually drawing closer in the quiet night.
The two clinked their wine glasses lightly, producing a crisp sound, as if painting a wonderful melody in the night sky. Xiao Xiangzi's voice was sly and powerful: "We have been through so much together. In my heart, you are no longer just an ordinary person of the jianghu."
Mo Deqian slightly turned his head, gazing at Xiao Xiangzi: "You are the same to me. Over the years, your intelligence and resilience have often surprised me."
Xiao Xiangzi smiled and looked charmingly, "It seems that we are both indispensable parts of each other's lives, aren't we?"
The atmosphere became increasingly warm and ambiguous, and it seemed that the hearts of the two were slowly getting closer under the night sky. Xiao Xiangzi raised a glass to the moon, with a hint of humor in his tone, "Matchmaker, can you see this? The moonlight tonight is truly beautiful."
Mo Deqian responded lightly, "Indeed, such a beautiful sight. If I could share it with you, it would be a great joy in life."
Xiao Xiangzi's eyes sparkled as she turned her head to look at Mo Deqian, " Mo Deqian, do you know that your words have moved my heart?"
Mo Deqian looked at her, and the coldness in his eyes gradually melted, revealing sincerity: " Xiao Xiangzi, I naturally understand your thoughts."
Under the moonlight, the two of them looked at each other and smiled, their feelings for each other needing no words to express. On this night, their souls were tightly connected, as if the whole world had stopped for them.
Xiao Xiangzi patted Mo Deqian's shoulder and said softly, "It's late, we should go down and rest."
Mo Deqian nodded and gently helped Xiao Xiangzi up, and the two of them walked down from the rooftop. Their figures stretched in the moonlight, as if blending into the night.
In the quiet of the night, Xiao Xiangzi was feeling playful and took Mo Deqian's hand to stroll through the streets of the small town. The moonlight, like silver, sprinkled onto the ancient cobblestone road. Mo Deqian followed her pace, unable to resist, yet gently accompanying her.
"Mo Deqian, look, how beautiful this street is," Xiao Xiangzi pointed to the nearby willow tree. In the moonlight, the willow tree's shadow swayed gracefully, and mischievous light sparkled in her eyes.
Mo Deqian responded lightly, "Indeed, the scenery under the moon has a unique charm." His voice remained cold, but no longer as distant and indifferent as before.
Xiao Xiangzi suddenly quickened her pace, like a playful child, circling around Mo Deqian. Her laughter was clear and joyful, as if she had painted a lively melody in the night sky.
Mo Deqian could only follow helplessly. Although there was no obvious smile on his face, his eyes revealed a hint of indulgence.
"Mo Deqian, have you never played like this with anyone before?" Xiao Xiangzi stopped and looked at him, her eyes full of mischief.
Mo Deqian With a slight smile and a hint of helplessness in his tone: "Indeed, many things have changed since I met you."
Xiao Xiangzi Nodding in satisfaction, then suddenly changing the subject: "Do you know? In ancient times, there were many legends about the moon, such as the legend of the matchmaker under the moon, and Chang'e flying to the moon... Do you believe in these?"
Mo Deqian After pondering for a moment, he calmly replied, "These legends may be fictional, but they contain people's yearning for beautiful love. Whether true or not, they are worth cherishing."
Xiao Xiangzi Upon hearing this, her eyes showed contentment. "It seems that you are not entirely a taciturn person."
The moonlight is like water, the night is gentle, Mo Deqian and Xiao Xiangzi are strolling in this charming night. Xiao Xiangzi steps lightly, as if every step is dancing her skirt, a playful smile on her face, sometimes teasing Mo Deqian coquettishly, sometimes smiling sweetly, as if flirting.
"Mo Deqian, you are always so silent, can you tell me what you are thinking in the night?" Xiao Xiangzi asked mischievously, with a playful look in her eyes.
Mo Deqian turned to look at her, with a slight smile on his lips, showing a faint smile: "The night is deep, easy to make people ponder. But at this moment, my thoughts are all on you." Although his words were short, they revealed warmth.
Xiao Xiangzi couldn't help but chuckle after hearing this: "Oh, you, your words may be few, but each one is so pleasant to hear. But I'm more curious if you're just thinking about the silver coins in my pocket?"
Mo Deqian glanced at her, his eyes serious: "Perhaps, but to me, your silver is far less important than you yourself."
In the moonlight, the two looked at each other and smiled. Xiao Xiangzi suddenly felt a warmth in her heart. She pretended to ponder for a moment, then said, "In that case, since the moonlight tonight is so beautiful, why don't we make a little bet? Let's see who can first say what the other is thinking."
Mo Deqian nodded slightly, indicating acceptance of the challenge. Immediately, they started playing and frolicking under the moon, sometimes teasing each other, sometimes making guesses, their laughter echoing in the night sky. At this moment, it seemed that their souls had truly drawn close to each other, as if the moonlight had tightly entwined their shadows together.
After strolling, Xiao Xiangzi suggested, "Let's go to the riverside and take a look. It is said that the river water at night reflects the deepest desires of the heart."
Mo Deqian nodded in agreement.
In the gentle light of the moon, Xiao Xiangzi and Mo Deqian arrived at the riverbank on the outskirts of the town. The river shimmered with a faint glow in the night, as if adorned with countless stars, adding a touch of mystery and poetry to the tranquil night.
Xiao Xiangzi took out a skillfully folded paper boat from her sleeve, her movements appearing practiced and effortless. Placing it in the river, she smiled and said, "This was my childhood habit. Whenever I had a wish in my heart, I would make a paper boat and put it in the river, hoping it could carry my wish far away."
Mo Deqian silently watched the small paper boat floating on the water, his eyes filled with memories. His voice was calm and deep as he said, "I also had a similar habit. At that time, I always felt that a small paper boat could carry endless dreams."
Xiao Xiangzi asked curiously, "What was your childhood wish?" Her eyes sparkled with curiosity about his past.
Mo Deqian fell silent for a moment, as if recalling bits and pieces of the past, then said softly, "At that time, I only hoped to become a master and protect the ones I love." His voice seemed to carry a hint of melancholy.
Xiao Xiangzi felt the warmth in his words and couldn't help but be moved: "Now, you have already done it."
The two of them stood quietly by the river, watching the paper boat slowly drift away with the current. Xiao Xiangzi gently took Mo Deqian's hand, her voice full of unwavering determination: "Mo Deqian, no matter what, I will always be by your side."
Mo Deqian Turning his head, he looked at her, and his eyes revealed an unprecedented tenderness: "I feel the same way. No matter the wind and rain, I will always be by your side."
Under the moonlight, their figures were harmonious and warm, the river gently flowing, seemingly bearing witness to their vows.
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