Bai Ying silently watched Yin Huaizhu, whose emotions had become increasingly unstable over the past few years.
The person that person asked him to protect back then, twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Five years have passed since his fifteen-year promise to that person was made.
In the box on the desk, the bamboo bead that he had previously kept there split in two after fifteen years.
Yin Huaizhu can no longer wear it.
The moment the bead cracked, he knew he had regained his freedom.
But at that moment, he had a premonition.
Perhaps, that person will never come again...
Bai Ying owes her a debt of gratitude, which is why he, a mere spirit, has been able to cultivate to the point where he can now solidify his physical form.
As long as he doesn't choose to reincarnate, no one can hurt him anymore.
Therefore, Bai Ying was willing to stay by Yin Huaizhu's side and wait with him for the day she would come.
Time flies by like a fleeting moment, and from that moment on, they began a long and endless wait.
The white figure withdrew its gaze from the box containing the bamboo bead.
He silently transformed into a wisp of white air and returned to the bamboo grove outside the window where he was now nestled.
Yin Huaizhu noticed the fluctuations in the air but did not turn around.
At the age of eighteen, he became the youngest patriarch in the history of the Yin family.
Having fought his way through bloodshed, he was covered in the blood of many.
He has faced countless life-or-death trials, but each time he has managed to grit his teeth and survive.
During that time, his body had already become accustomed to killing and violence.
But Bai Ying said, "She wouldn't like someone like you."
Yin Huaizhu's expression went blank for a moment, as if something had shattered silently.
He muttered to himself, "He won't like it?"
A fleeting green figure flashed through my mind; in my memory, she was clean and full of vitality.
Yes.
She wouldn't like someone like him.
One will stop at nothing to reach the top, the other will stop at nothing to seize power; both are ruthless and vicious.
He was a man filled with malice.
Yin Huaizhu was momentarily bewildered.
No, he can't do that!
If she suddenly comes back one day and comes looking for him, she'll definitely hate him when she sees him like this.
How could someone as cold and lifeless as him dare to approach someone as pure and vibrant as her?
Therefore, Yin Huaizhu told herself.
At least not on the surface.
Later, he became known to everyone in the capital as the gentle Fifth Master Yin.
He thought he was standing in the most dazzling place.
And so began the yearly wait.
She still didn't show up.
Yin Huaizhu thought that he was not strong enough or dazzling enough, so that she couldn't see him in some place.
Therefore, he later sought the Buddha's teachings, the Tao, and the immortals and gods.
In the end, they gained nothing.
Reality is like a sharp reef, cutting and wounding people all over.
It seems that waiting has been Yin Huaizhu's destiny all these years.
But Yin Huaizhu was not one to be ruled by fate.
Yin Huaizhu looked at the carved wooden plaque in her hand, reached out and pulled the rope, then hung it back around her neck.
He pressed the wooden plaque tightly against his chest, and a cool sensation instantly spread across his skin.
For Yin Huaizhu, it was like a clear spring flowing over every inch of his skin, giving him a long-lost sense of coolness and tranquility.
The chill seemed to penetrate not only on the surface but also deep into his heart, gradually calming his previously uneasy mind.
At dawn, a lone star on the distant horizon gradually disappeared, and in the east, the sky began to glow with a bright color, and the sky grew brighter and brighter.
We lay together in the boat, pillows on each other, unaware that dawn had already broken.
Hangjia Villa.
In the back garden, a slender figure danced in the dimly lit night.
A flash of cold light, a swift and powerful wrist, a figure moving with the wind, every move exuding explosive power.
If someone practicing martial arts were to observe closely at this moment, each move would be deadly.
After practicing a set of moves, there were many more fallen leaves around him, and Qin Yu stroked the dagger in his hand with satisfaction.
This is the very one that Huo Zhou gave her.
It really works.
You can't miss your daily lessons, not even after you graduate!
This back garden is a separate, private space in the building where she and Hang Suisui live.
Servants are not allowed to enter normally. Except for the servants who come in to take care of things during designated times, no one will barge in.
Therefore, Qin Yu practiced his moves in the garden with complete peace of mind.
Just as Qin Yu was about to leave the garden to go back to her room to wash up, she looked up at the window upstairs directly opposite her.
Through the black glass, the slender shadows reflected on it were finishing up their Tai Chi movements.
Qin Yu smiled silently.
It seems someone has finished their homework.
This was something Qin Yu discovered on her very first day here.
Her older sister seems to have a fondness for horse stance and Tai Chi.
After watching for so long, I must say, the posture is quite impressive and even rather standard.
The faint sunlight peeked through the gaps in the leaves and shone at the foot of the trees, casting tiny, fragmented shadows that danced and shifted with the gentle breeze.
The fragrance of the garden in the early morning wafts into the room, lingering in the air and bathing you in a refreshing atmosphere.
Hang Suisui lay on the soft bed, her fingers constantly swiping the screen of her phone on the pillow.
I searched for ages but couldn't find what I expected.
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