Ling Jingyu quickly caught up with Mo Yunzhao.

Mo Yunzhao stopped and looked up at Ling Jingyu. The lush green Medicine God Valley, shrouded in mist, became his backdrop.

It made him seem both so close and yet so far away.

"Go back and talk about it?"

Ling Jingyu knew her personality all too well; once she left, he would definitely lose her.

Mo Yunzhao nodded.

Ling Jingyu looked at her, hesitated for a long time, and then extended his hand.

Mo Yunzhao looked down at his hands, which were covered in ice cicada silk gloves. This time, she did not hesitate, reached out, and grabbed his hand.

The cold air was biting, and Ling Jingyu wanted to dodge, but Mo Yunzhao held his hand tightly.

The two returned to the small bamboo house.

Ling Jingyu took out a bunch of grapes. "Ask whatever you want."

Mo Yunzhao watched his movements and said, "You speak first, and then I'll ask you questions."

Ling Jingyu paused slightly as he peeled the grapes, then nodded and began to speak.

“In my past life, you pierced my heart with a sword, and I fell off a cliff. I happened to meet a high monk, but my injuries were severe. When I returned, you had already destroyed the city. I was too late to save you, and I couldn’t find your body either.”

“I begged a high monk to use the Soul-Stabilizing Pearl to condense your soul, and then, through the power of defying the heavens, turn back time and start anew in this world.”

He raised his hand. "The price of rebirth isn't cold hands, but..."

Mo Yunzhao stared straight at him, unable to look away. She kept watching his expression, afraid that he might be hiding something.

Ling Jingyu paused, raised his head, looked at Mo Yunzhao, and smiled, "It's my fate. I was reborn, and I only had half a year left, along with the death of that high monk."

The high monk in his previous life used a technique that defied the will of Heaven, and thus perished completely.

Even if he were to be reborn, this eminent monk would still be completely dead.

"Half a year..." Mo Yunzhao read out the time, his expression changing slightly, "Now there are only two months left?"

Ling Jingyu nodded, "Yes."

"You..." Mo Yunzhao's eyes welled up with tears, "You're so foolish."

She's dead, her great revenge has been avenged, she can rest in peace.

But he was given a second chance at life, at the cost of his own.

"Is there any way?" Mo Yunzhao looked up at him, her bloodshot eyes filled with determination and defiance.

He could defy fate for her, and so could she.

Ling Jingyu shook his head, "The high monk only said to let everything take its natural course."

Mo Yunzhao felt a pang of heartache, and her nose stung with tears.

Seeing her eyes filled with tears, her nose slightly sniffling, and the fact that she looked like she was about to cry, Ling Jingyu smiled, relaxed and at ease.

“Ah Zhao, if we could turn back time and go back to ten years ago, it wouldn’t be for you, but for myself, for this obsession in my heart.”

He always thought that if he could go back in time and let her know that he was the one who saved her, he would completely change his personality, no longer being cold and aloof, and no longer being taciturn.

There will be no more misunderstandings, no more letting the misunderstandings continue, no more silently standing behind her to protect her.

In short, as long as everything is before Ling Yongnian.

Does she like him?

Ling Jingyu saw her with her head down, and for a moment, a tear fell from her eye.

"Ah Zhao, this is really good, really."

At least, she didn't hate him to the core.

Even without romantic feelings, they can still be friends.

Mo Yunzhao sniffed, then raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes. She looked up at him, "Why did you take away all my memories of you?"

Ling Jingyu saw that her eyes were filled with tears again, and his heart ached as if it were being pierced by needles.

"I...don't want you to hate me anymore."