Hundreds of miles away.

In the cave used for retreat, Yan Huailiu smashed everything inside like a madman.

Still feeling unsatisfied, he vented his anger by punching the stone wall again and again.

There are barriers everywhere, and the mountain will not cause any substantial damage at all.

It's only me who is hurt.

My finger joints were bloody and painful, but the sadness in my heart was far greater than the physical pain.

He stopped and stood there only after he could no longer see what was in front of him and tears were streaming down his face.

I tried desperately to suppress the urge to cry, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't control it.

From sobbing at the beginning to whimpering like a trapped beast later on.

I raised my hands several times to wipe my face dry, but as soon as I put my hands down, they were completely wet again.

"It's so embarrassing."

He choked back his tears and repeated, "It's so embarrassing, stop crying."

"How can you be so disgraceful? Stop crying."

"Yan Huailiu, no man can cry like this, stop."

…

No matter how much I persuade him, no matter what I say, it's useless.

His voice was shaking and his pitch was distorted. In the end, he couldn't even say a word to comfort himself.

It was as if all the strength in his body had been drained away, and he slowly sat down against the stone wall.

I buried my face in my knees and cried my heart out.

It was as if he wanted to vent all the grievances he had accumulated over the years.

It’s really unfair.

The cave was in a mess, with only a few surviving fairy vines slowly emitting spiritual energy.

The crying continued for a long time, and only when his voice became hoarse did it begin to subside.

“It hurts.”

Yan Huailiu didn't look up and repeated in a hoarse voice: "My hand really hurts."

No response was received.

He gasped for breath and pressed his aching heart, trying to get relief quickly.

But it was no use, the tears were still flowing.

He put his legs down and stretched them on the ground, leaning his head against the stone wall and looking up at the top of the cave.

She showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "What a broken mirror, what a Lingxu mirror."

He pounded the ground next to him. "What the hell is that? Does it know me better than I know myself?"

The white clothes were stained red with blood at some point, and from a distance it looked like they were embroidered with countless blooming red roses.

"I like you so much."

His voice grew softer, his strength draining away bit by bit.

"I don't know what it is at all, but I like you so much, Gu Xingyun, I like you so much."

He was in so much pain that his lips were trembling and his eyes were swollen.

The light coming in from the cave entrance was extremely dazzling at this moment, so he raised his sleeves to block his face.

"I like you so much, I try my best to be good to you, I hold my heart in front of you to show you, but you don't believe me."

All his hopes, the fort he had persevered for so long and built with so much effort, began to crumble when he saw the pile of broken wood.

In the end, it was shattered by Gu Xingyun's "No", leaving nothing behind.

"I don't know what the plan was, and it's not because of that broken mirror that I got close to you. From the very beginning..."

He rubbed his face hard twice and then gently pinched his tight throat.

Staring blankly ahead, he said, "The enchanting demon flower can reflect a person's innermost thoughts. The first person to appear in the illusion is you."

In the chaotic consciousness, sincerity broke through the siege and clearly declared its presence.

Yan Huailiu chuckled and pondered that memory countless times: "Before I realized it, I had already started to care about you, and already... liked you."

"All those times of indulgence after that were nothing more than following my heart."

"Do you really think I can't push you away?"

"Do you really think that I can just let others get close to me so easily?"

"How can you say no?"

He gradually opened the closed door of his heart to welcome the boy's equally sincere love.

But I didn't expect that love would be accompanied by doubts at first.

He brainwashed himself countless times, convinced that his love would be seen by Gu Xingyun.

——If you hadn't used the Lingxu Mirror to scheme against him, making him unconsciously dependent on you, do you think he would like you?

--Won't.

Oh, no.

He did so much, but in return he couldn't get a confident response from Gu Xingyun.

If it was the original Yan Huailiu, Gu Xingyun would definitely not say such words.

"I'm not with you anymore."

He felt so aggrieved and as childish as a little kid.

"I don't want to play with you anymore."

The wind blowing in from the cave was accompanied by hot air.

Yan Huailiu closed his eyes, sat down with difficulty, and slowly practiced the Crimson Pearl Mysterious Sutra to heal all the wounds on his body.

He poured the medicine he carried with him into his mouth one bottle at a time.

Normally I hate bitterness so much that just smelling it takes me a long time to prepare myself for it, but now it’s as easy as drinking water.

It wasn't until his strength was completely restored and there was no trace of something wrong with his body that he managed to stand up.

He changed into a set of clean clothes, then quietly put the things he had smashed back in their place and cleaned up.

With an expressionless face, he laid out layer after layer of formations on the stone platform, and only turned and left after checking that everything was correct.

Standing in front of the cave entrance, the uncomfortable feeling still did not go away.

He took out Wen Yue and prayed softly, "It will be fine soon. I can recover. Wen Yue, can you take me back? Take it slow."

This sword is spiritual after all. It has always been obedient, allowing Yan Huailiu to stand on it and move forward slowly.

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