It's not surprising. He always has such endless patience towards Luo Jiujiang, even though Luo Jiujiang is never willing to let him wait any longer.
"Come with me, Jiujiang." Han Qianling said gently, "As long as you hold my hand."
His expression was so focused and gentle, his aura so fresh and profound, his features so beautiful and exquisite. Looking into his eyes, few people in the world could resist him.
Luo Jiujiang raised his hand, but he didn't hold Han Qianling's hand. Instead, he gently touched the other's face: "Qianling, you have been smiling all day today. You don't smile often in the past."
"Shouldn't I smile?" Han Qianling raised an eyebrow in surprise. "I don't like showing my emotions in front of outsiders, but Jiujiang, when have I ever been stingy with my smile for you?"
"It's more than just a smile. Qianling didn't even spare his life for me." Luo Jiujiang stared at Han Qianling and said slowly, "Unfortunately, I just know that Qianling has always been sad in his heart. It has been there since the first time I met him. Even when he smiles, the pain that accompanies him only lessens, but does not disappear."
"My dear, your smile is too exaggerated. It doesn't even match half of his charm. If you really want to succeed, I sincerely suggest you try to trick the devil."
"Ah... from this point of view, I am indeed not your 'Han Qianling'." The man in blue, who bore Han Qianling's appearance, smiled upon hearing this. His smile was relaxed and frank, without a trace of panic in it. "But I am actually also 'Han Qianling'."
He paused, and when he saw Luo Jiujiang's expression filled with "You're talking nonsense," his smile deepened. "Do you dare to say that you've never had the slightest thought of wanting Han Qianling to not live such a tiring life? I was born out of necessity—don't you understand? I am the Han Qianling in your heart who has been freed of all burdens."
"I am the more perfect him in your heart." [Han Qianling] looked at Luo Jiujiang steadily and said, his voice was so firm that it made it almost impossible for people to have any doubts.
"Okay, come with me." After a moment, [Han Qianling] softened his tone again. "Han Qianling has always been frank with you, so I won't hide anything from you. This is indeed an illusion, but what's wrong with an illusion? At least the person you love will always be the person you want to see the most. We will never be sad, never suffer, and never have to face aging and separation."
The two of them locked eyes, surrounded by large, flakes of snow. Beneath the fragrant blossoms, the atmosphere was momentarily filled with a haunting silence.
"Before, I just thought you weren't good at disguising yourself. I never thought your problem was in your head." Luo Jiujiang suddenly laughed out loud. "Brother, you should sort out your logic. Even if you are the Qianling I expected and the one I created myself, I imagine you came out just to clear Qianling's heart in the future. Could it be that you wanted to get a new one?"
At this point, Luo Jiujiang's face was already filled with smiles as he thought of something. "A treasure as precious as Qianling can be exchanged just like that? I'd still consider exchanging his whistle for a jar of cellared wine, but if you offer me such a bonus, I'd give the entire Three Thousand Worlds a go."
Seeing the other party stunned, Luo Jiujiang took advantage of the situation and said, "Alright, brother, change your face too. It really makes me uncomfortable to hear you talking to me as Qianling. Don't use that 'I am the perfect Qianling in your mind' thing. The Qianling in my mind is much smarter than you."
His words, a mixture of attack and defense, choked the other person, leaving him speechless. A moment later, the figure in the illusion bearing Han Qianling's features put away his stiff smile and said stiffly, "It can't be changed."
"Then it will be the same if you let me out of this illusion and let me find my Qianling on my own."
"If you want to get out of this illusion, you have to attack me first." [Han Qianling] stared at Luo Jiujiang and suddenly smiled strangely, "But can you really bear to let me go with this face? I can feel how much you cherish and care about Han Qianling. This is so deep that I'm afraid you can't bear to touch even a strand of my hair, right?"
Before he could even finish his words, Luo Jiujiang had already swiftly drawn his sword. Before he could even finish his sentence, a bloody streak appeared on Han Qianling's arm. Then, he was struck hard on the back of the head, and he collapsed to the ground, limp.
"Since you were able to use my memory just now, don't you know that it is common for Qianling and I to get the other one injured when we fight each other?" Luo Jiujiang murmured in disbelief.
Just as the other party had predicted, the moment Luo Jiujiang struck him down, the entire world before him began to tremble, like the formation itself, crumbling in a single blow. The deep snowflake trees, once showered with blossoms, gradually became blurred, their snow-white petals shrinking and darkening, ultimately reverting to round, sand-like grains of black dust.
While the other party was still there, Luo Jiujiang lowered his head and plucked a hair from him, humming softly: "Why would I be so reluctant to touch a hair off Qianling? Besides, what's the big deal about losing a hair? Anyway, even if Qianling becomes as bald as an egg, I will still like him."
The author has something to say: So sleepy...
I wanted to update on Double Eleven, but I didn’t have time because of my birthday_(:3∠)_
This update is for the week of November 12th_(:3∠)_Alas, it’s overdue...
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