An Xuetao was stunned for only a moment.
She hugged Wei Xiuchu's neck, and the emotions she had been holding back for a long time burst out, with tears streaming down her face.
"Isn't it embarrassing for a man in his thirties?"
Wei Xiuchu wiped the tears from her face, his eyes full of heartache, "Even if she is three hundred years old, she is still my Xiao Tao. Don't cry."
No matter how many years have passed, no matter how many years have passed.
In Wei Xiuchu's heart, An Xuetao is always the girl standing under the peach tree, smiling brighter than the spring scenery, and her beauty will never fade.
The same is true for Wei Xiuchu in An Xuetao's heart.
The boy who used his sword to buy wine, the boy who crouched on the peach tree and secretly watched her, the boy who flew kites and went boating with her...
In fact, these days.
They had discovered each other's thoughts long ago.
Just waiting to pierce that layer of paper.
After all, they loved each other so deeply.
When we meet again, love should be reborn with the force of a prairie fire.
Wei Xiuchu's tone was melancholy.
"I wanted to wait until my leg healed before telling you, but my Xiaotao is so smart that she discovered me a long time ago."
An Xuetao narrowed her eyes, "How could I not recognize you? Even if you turned into ashes, I would still recognize you."
Wei Xiuchu touched An Xuetao's hair and said in a deep voice, "How many sixteen years are there in a lifetime? Xiaotao, I'm sorry, I really... can't face you."
An Xuetao held his hand, "You know, I'm a free and easy person. I know everything about you, and you've suffered a lot over the years. I don't blame you. Let's just pretend that those sixteen years never happened and start over, okay? After all."
An Xuetao smiled bitterly.
"Not only me, you have gray hair too. How many more years can we stay together? Having a meal and shopping together like this is my biggest wish."
The bright moonlight shone in from the window, shining on Wei Xiuchu's mask.
An Xuetao couldn't help but raise her hand, wanting to take off his mask, "Xiu Chu, let me see your face."
Wei Xiuchu suddenly raised his hand and grabbed An Xuetao's wrist.
The voice was melancholy.
"I………"
An Xuetao held his hand, tears welling in her eyes, "Xiu Chu, I can accept you no matter what you look like. If it was me who was disfigured today, would you not love me anymore?"
"Of course not."
Wei Xiuchu slowly loosened his hands.
"I'm afraid of scaring you."
An Xuetao slowly took off the mask on Wei Xiuchu's face, revealing only half of it, and her eyes were already filled with tears.
After everything was revealed, she covered her chest and cried inconsolably.
My heart aches.
Obviously it was Wei Xiuchu who was injured, but why did her heart hurt so much?
It hurt so much that I couldn't breathe and almost died.
He used to be such a bright and energetic young man, so bold and unrestrained, and he would hang a long sword on his waist when walking.
In order to make her smile, he could break into the palace to pick peach blossoms, or drink all the wine she brewed in one afternoon, get drunk and unconscious, dance with swords in front of her, and beg her to embroider a brocade bag for him...
But now.
He sat in a wheelchair, his face disfigured.
His riding legs, which could easily leap onto a tree using light Kung Fu, and his handsome face were all burned by fire.
How painful must he be? How bitter must he be?
Seeing An Xuetao like this, Wei Xiuchu quickly put on his mask again and coaxed her helplessly, "Xiaotao, Xiaotao, don't cry. I've gotten used to it after so many years."
An Xuetao covered her face and cried even more painfully.
Wei Xiuchu was at a loss as to what to do.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew outside the window, and heavy snow like goose feathers floated down, almost blocking all vision.
In an instant, it seemed like spring in March, the wind suddenly blew, and willow catkins flew all over the sky.
Wei Xiuchu gently lifted An Xuetao's tear-stained face and said softly, "Xiaotao, look, it's snowing. The snowflakes will cover everything, including the pain."
As if in response to Wei Xiuchu's words, the snow fell heavier and heavier, and soon covered the courtyard with a thin layer.
It is estimated that tomorrow, the snowy weather will return to the same state as it was a month ago.
An Xuetao opened her red eyes.
"Yes, we will get better and better."
Finish speaking.
An Xuetao raised her head and gently kissed the mottled face, her tears flowing down Wei Xiuchu's neck.
"Xiu Chu, no matter what you look like, I love you."
Wei Xiuchu opened his eyes, speechless.
If there is someone in this world who can recognize him and still love him no matter what he becomes.
It’s Xiaotao.
Thinking of the brocade bag, An Xuetao opened Wei Xiuchu's collar and saw a peach blossom brocade bag carefully wrapped in brocade cloth.
The stitches were crude, the patterns ugly, and there were a dozen loose threads.
It must have been taken out and looked at often, the edges and corners were worn out and the color was a little gray.
An Xuetao had just sewed it casually to fool him, but she didn't expect that he had kept it for so long. Her mind was filled with thoughts and her nose was sore.
"Throw it away, I'll embroider a new one for you."
During those years in Xie Boyuan's house, she would embroider when she had nothing to do. Now her embroidery skills are much better than before.
Wei Xiuchu shook his head and narrowed his eyes, "But I like this one."
An Xuetao looked at Wei Xiuchu with lost eyes.
Even if his face was destroyed.
The eyes were still clear and slightly round, but the tails were upturned, like a little fox, with a natural smudge of rouge-like color, which was extremely beautiful.
Exactly the same as Xie Ling.
An Xuetao curled her lips, "Do you remember how long you were away?"
Wei Xiuchu said in a deep voice: "Sixteen years."
An Xuetao raised her eyes and looked at the falling snow. "Not long after you left, I found out that I was pregnant. Xie Ling is exactly fifteen years old this year."
Wei Xiuchu’s eyes widened and the brocade bag in his hand fell to the ground.
After a while, he came back to his senses, his chest heaving up and down, and his voice excitedly said, "A Ling, it's our child! It's our child!"
No wonder he felt close to the child as soon as he saw him!
An Xuetao chuckled.
"Haven't you noticed that you and A Ling have the same eyes, equally beautiful.
And Ah Ling’s figure, I don’t know who she took after, she’s already half a head taller than me at only fifteen.”
Wei Xiuchu could no longer hear any other words at this moment. He laughed out loud and hugged An Xuetao, almost wanting to embed her into his body.
"Thank you, Xiaotao. Thank you so much. I have a daughter too. Hahaha, I have a daughter too! Aling is my daughter! Aling is my daughter!"
The man who was tough all his life finally shed tears.
Crying with joy.
Wei Xiuchu couldn't contain his excitement at all.
"Xue Tao, let's go find A Ling. I want to see her now."
As soon as the words fell.
Outside the house, Xie Ling, who had been listening silently for a while under an umbrella, spoke.
"No need, I'm right here."
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