Although he is now in the dense forest of the holy land, in an inaccessible place, and there are few people around except for the team, but since Qianling is still by his side and can celebrate their birthday together, Luo Jiujiang will never have any regrets.
Han Qianling was quite serious about this. Even when Luo Jiujiang wasn't around, he'd have turned this day into a celebration and reveled in the North. Now that Luo Jiujiang was right beside him, he naturally had more on his mind.
"It's a pity that this is a desolate mountain. I have to wait for three more birthdays..." Han Qianling sighed, but was interrupted by Luo Jiujiang, "Green mountains and clear waters, what's not to like? We can give each other gifts and ensure that every year is unparalleled."
Han Qianling glanced at him.
"I'll give you a sixteen-year-old Luo Jiujiang, and you give me a sixteen-year-old Qian Ling." Luo Jiujiang smiled slightly, his eyes shining as if filled with stars. "Next year, we can give each other seventeen-year-olds again."
Han Qianling's breathing suddenly became disordered.
He grabbed Luo Jiujiang's hand that was extended towards him, just like the child holding another child's hand back then.
Luo Jiujiang's palm was clearly clean and empty, but Han Qianling only felt a heaviness on his wrist, as if he had taken on some extremely heavy affection, like the most brilliant years of his beloved's life, like a love so passionate that it did not need to be concealed and was revealed completely.
Luo Jiujiang stuffed all these things into his hands, not caring whether he would drop one or two because he couldn't hold them properly, nor considering whether Han Qianling was worthy of them or not.
He once again gave Han Qianling his sincere and passionate love, just like he handed Han Qianling the Buddhist beads, brought him new clothes and osmanthus cake, and shared his birthday and the same bowl of longevity noodles with him.
Luo Jiujiang allowed Han Qianling to get a glimpse of what a world without any hatred would look like from the reflection in his eyes.
"Compared to your proposal, mine is far inferior." Han Qianling whispered in Luo Jiujiang's ear, "Jiujiang, do you want to see the Dragon God ruins?"
Luo Jiujiang's moist breath also touched Han Qianling's neck: "Really? I thought... the Dragon God's most precious treasure was in my arms right now?"
"Yes." Han Qianling chuckled and said, "Six days later, he will give you his entire future year as a gift."
"I'm looking forward to it very much."
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Looking at Feng Xue's eyes that were almost bursting with anticipation, Xiao Ren's eyelashes finally trembled.
The ancients were not deceiving me. Feng Xue thought secretly: Today I finally understand the feeling that I have been waiting for for so long.
In fact, her mind was already in a mess. Not only was she so nervous that she started to recall ancient poems from middle school, she even started to recite pi unconsciously.
The amplitude of Xiao Ren's slightly trembling eyelashes was not even as large as that of a still butterfly's wings, but in Feng Xue's eyes, even the slightest tug of her eyelid muscles could be regarded as a loud bang of a drum hitting her heart, and it also brought with it echoes that made her heart beat unsteadily.
Hadn't Han Qianling explained what would happen if he failed? Would Xiao Ren become worse off? She had only just learned how to buy salt. Would she forget me? If so, Feng Xue hoped she could also forget the days of struggling to survive in the death zone. That would give her a little comfort.
...Her eyelashes moved again. Is she waking up? !
Xiao Ren slowly opened his eyes.
Facing Feng Xue's charcoal-like gaze, Xiao Ren showed the purest smile.
She raised her hand and took off the golden hairpin in Feng Xue's hair. Just like when they first met, Feng Xue's long black hair fell down like a waterfall and landed on her and her shoulders.
"It looks good," she said briefly.
The past and the present seem to overlap in a trance.
Feng Xue looked eagerly and in disbelief, and at first glance she looked into Xiao Ren's dark eyes.
Those eyes lost their almost inorganic coldness and simplicity, and instead became extremely bright.
"Sister." Xiao Ren held the golden hairpin between her and Feng Xue, "Let me comb it for you."
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