Now Gong Piaopiao is embarrassed to call Yun Ling a fool.

Yun Ling didn't react at all. They talked so much, but he didn't even lift his eyelids. He just looked into the distance with his cold eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Qing Yue actually wanted to be alone with Feng Ling, but she couldn't. If Gong Piaopiao left, it would definitely arouse suspicion from others.

"fine."

She whispered, her voice a little low.

She sat opposite Feng Ling, very close to him, while Gong Piaopiao sat on the outermost side, blocking the view of the two people at the bottom of the pavilion stairs. Qing Yue was looking at Feng Ling.

The man still looked ahead, his gaze unchanged.

Qingyue was wearing a felt hat, so her face couldn't be seen clearly.

"Yun Ling, I'm Gong Piaopiao, your fiancée. Do you know me?"

Gong Piaopiao asked loudly.

In this way, her voice could be heard by Gong Yan and Yun Xiang below. This little girl looks reckless, but she is actually very smart.

Qing Yue knew that she was covering for her, and she was naturally touched.

She saw that Feng Ling did not react at all to Gong Piaopiao's words, as if she had not heard them at all. It was indeed as they said that she did not react to the sounds from the outside world.

But Qingyue didn't believe it, she knew what Feng Ling looked like in the past.

She thought of the name of the yard.

Is all this just a coincidence?

She approached Feng Ling and whispered, "A Ling."

The two words, full of emotion and a low voice, were transmitted into his cochlea.

But Feng Ling... he didn't react at all.

No, she kept staring at Feng Ling's face and clearly saw his eyelashes tremble.

Her heart pounded, and her suspicions grew inexhaustible. She took another step forward and called out softly, "Feng Ling, it's me, Qing Yue."

As she spoke, she gently lifted the felt hat on her head.

There were only three of them in the pavilion.

Gong Piaopiao blocked the stairs, so Gong Yan and Yun Xiang couldn't see them. Qing Yue had limited time, so she naturally revealed her identity directly. If something really happened to A Ling and no one recognized him, she would think of other ways, but what if he was pretending?

"Sister Qing, Yun Ling doesn't understand. He says he doesn't even know anyone and ignores everyone. He..."

Gong Piaopiao lowered her voice and spoke anxiously.

The next moment, her voice suddenly choked, and she opened her eyes wide in surprise, only for the man who had no one in his eyes to slowly turn his head. His cold eyes stared at Qing Yue intently, as if he didn't believe her. He blinked, then closed his eyes, and opened them again after a long while...

His thin lips trembled slightly, as if he was about to speak, but no sound came out for a long time. After a long while, he finally spoke hoarsely, "Yue'er...?"

It's a question, not even an affirmative sentence.

He just thought he was immersed in a dream.

And the moment Feng Ling spoke, Qing Yue's eyes suddenly turned red, because her once sweet voice was hoarse and seemed dull and paused, as if she hadn't spoken for a very long time. Qing Yue was such a smart girl that she guessed it in an instant that Feng Ling hadn't spoken for three years.

What had he been through in the past three years? Why didn't he speak? Why did he pretend to be uninterested in the outside world?

"Yue'er?"

He repeated it again.

Then he stretched out his hand and slowly approached Qingyue, very slowly, as if he couldn't believe it.

Until he lightly touched her face, two lines of tears fell in an instant. He had not shed a tear in three years, and he had not shed a tear even when being treated so cruelly. At this moment, he could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

His hands were trembling, his lips were trembling, his long eyelashes were trembling, his eyes were trembling. It was not a dream, it was really not a dream. It was his Yue'er, the lover he thought about day and night, and missed even in his dreams at midnight, who suddenly appeared in front of him.

Moon.

Moon.

Yue'er, it really is you.

I thought I would never see you again in this life.

Feng Ling was really trembling. Even though his hand had touched the cheek of the woman in front of him, he still felt dazed and incredulous.

"Feng Ling, it's me. I'm here to see you."

Qing Yue's eyes also turned red. She suppressed her emotions and spoke softly in a low voice.

She had already prepared for the worst before she came to look for him. Perhaps he hadn't woken up yet. After all, he had given her all his divine power when he left, and even lost his life. She also thought that he might still be in a coma, and even thought that he might wake up but she had forgotten him...

But God was kind to her, and her A Ling remembered her.

"Yue'er, why are you here? How did you get here? Does anyone know your identity?"

Feng Ling spoke anxiously.

He looked at Gong Piaopiao with vigilant eyes.

Gong Piaopiao was stunned. Oh my god, Yun Ling was pretending. He was not a fool at all. He had no reaction to the outside world. He just didn't react to anyone except Sister Qing.

"I came to see you. Piaopiao brought me here. No one knows my identity. A Ling, what happened?"

She asked in a low voice, raising her hand to grasp Feng Ling's wrist, wanting to feel his pulse. But at that moment, Feng Ling suppressed all his excitement, his face suddenly filled with fear, his eyes full of anxiety. "Let's go, Yue'er, hurry up, don't stay here."

When Gong Piaopiao saw the two people holding hands, she was still moved and felt that she had witnessed love. Although she didn't know what was going on between Sister Qing and Yun Ling, it was obvious that the two were in love, so she didn't even dare to breathe. However, she didn't expect Yun Ling's tone and expression to change, and he immediately let Sister Qing go.

"A Ling, I won't leave. I came here just to find you. I missed you so much. A Ling, didn't you miss me in these three years?"

Qing Yue asked.

Her eyes were red, and she held Feng Ling's hand tightly. She almost cried when she felt his pulse. Feng Ling's body was extremely weak, and his pulse was weak. It was not the pulse of a martial artist at all. He was probably just an ordinary person now. No, his body was even worse than that of an ordinary person.

"Yue'er, leave here quickly. Xianyun Sect is very dangerous. If they knew you were here, they would never let you leave. Leave quickly."

Feng Ling spoke anxiously.

"Don't let Yunxiang know your true identity."

"Yue'er, go away and treat me as if I were dead. Don't look for me anymore. Go back and live your life well."

Feng Ling seized the little time she had and spoke quickly.

But how heartbroken were these words when they fell into Qingyue's heart? She naturally knew that Feng Ling said this for her own good. It must be that the Xianyun Sect was in danger now, so he let her go. But how could it be possible?

"A Ling, now that I'm here, I won't leave. Tell me, what happened?"