"You don't need this kind of thing when I'm here."
Hua Yanyue didn't say a word, just looked at her, with no other figure in his sight except her. When he saw her looking at him, Hua Yanyue immediately lowered his eyes, not daring to let her discover the deep feelings in his eyes.
Shen Yushu's eyes swept across his face and chest inch by inch. She raised her hand and placed it on his waist and abdomen. There was a silver light in her hand, and the dark wound was healed bit by bit.
'despair'
Hua Yanyue felt as if a drop of water fell on the back of his hand, which was placed on his knee.
His fingers trembled, and he looked up in panic, looking at the person in front of him, his words full of caution, "Master..."
Are those tears?
Master is crying?
Is it because of myself?
The wounds on his body were healed little by little, and he returned to his previous appearance.
She just said, "Yue'er, don't let yourself get hurt again in the future."
"No, no, Master, you..."
Don't cry.
His voice was flustered and he was at a loss for words.
Shen Yushu raised his head and stood up, his look still cold and noble, as if the tear just now was an illusion. But he could see that there was some mist in his master's eyes, and his gaze could not be seen clearly.
Shen Yushu touched his head and said, "Don't be afraid, your master will protect you in the future."
These words made his nose sore, and he couldn't help but tentatively move closer to her, then gently leaned into her arms and carefully put his arm around her waist.
He spoke, his voice choking with sobs, "Master... I miss you so much, I miss you so much, I really miss you so much."
He waited for five hundred years. He had no hope at first. He never thought that he could find his master.
But he didn't want to give up. What if?
What if he really found his master?
No one knows that in that dark alley that year, that figure, that stunning glimpse, is still unforgettable to him.
So he trekked tens of thousands of miles on foot to come to the First Sect. He had no spiritual roots, so he could only rely on his perseverance to survive nine deaths and win the first place in the Immortal Test, and only then was he qualified to become her disciple.
He thought that even if he couldn't have her, as long as he was with her, he would be satisfied.
But he never thought that one day his master would die to save him.
And finding the master, finding the master, became his only obsession in life.
Shen Yushu looked at the person who was holding him, raised his hand and stroked his hair with comforting eyes.
She said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Hua Yanyue hugged her tightly, tears streaming down her face.
Master, Master, it’s great that you’re back.
After a long time, Hua Yanyue cried enough and raised her head. She looked at her master's clothes that were wet with her tears, and her face turned red.
"Master...I'm sorry, I..."
Shen Yushu looked at him seriously, "Remember, you are my disciple, Shen Yushu. At any time, even if it's just an identity, you can surpass everyone else."
So... don't think too badly of yourself.
You should smile brightly in front of me.
Hua Yanyue nodded, revealing her first smile since they met. "I'll remember that, Master."
"Um."
She responded, her eyes cold as she thought of the injuries he had suffered.
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