Chapter 1846 [Shang Xie] Unforgotten Concession and Kiss
Outside the window, the winter rain swept through the night, and the wind, carrying an endless and biting chill, scraped through the tattered spider webs and whizzed into the dark temple.
Li Chi leaned against the damp wall with his eyebrows lowered. His eyes seemed to be looking at the girl in his arms, but also seemed to be looking at something else through her.
The low temperature caused him to be in a trance. The fire was stirred by the moisture and flickered. Then the huge blooming fiery flowers in the magnificent palace, the falling sparks from the glazed roofs, the candlelight and laughter rippling on the prosperous river, and the heavy footsteps flowing through the palace city all flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.
Li Chi sat in the vast night rain in the suburbs, letting the prosperity that suddenly reappeared like a dream for some unknown reason turn into nothingness in the burning flames. At the moment when the girl's face became clear, what was left in front of him were countless winds blowing through willows, wine passing through his intestines, sand raised by his horse, and swords that wanted to cut through the sky.
And all these dreams about freedom, about the martial arts world, about romance, eventually turned into the sword that the girl raised her hand to pick up when they first met, and her eyes as sharp as the sword.
The shadow that had been motionless suddenly raised its hand uncontrollably at this moment, and its fingertips slowly touched the girl's eyes.
And behind the fingertips were lips that were colder than the girl's eyelids.
Lian Tang, who was standing by, finally turned away with red eyes at this moment.
The wind and rain were howling outside the window. A flash of lightning illuminated the bent figure in the dilapidated temple, the man's drooping eyelashes, and the calm yet gentle expression on his face.
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When the sky was just getting light, the rain outside the temple had stopped.
Li Chi in the temple remained in almost the same position, guarding Xia Fuyi motionlessly all night long.
It was not until the first dim morning light shone on the corners of his black clothes that he slowly put the girl on the ground and put on the mask again.
"Sir, are we really going to leave Miss Fuyi to them?"
Lian Tang's face wrinkled, but Li Chi seemed not to notice. He lowered his head to settle Xia Fuyi down and then stood up.
Sitting still for a long time made him a little unsteady and his body swayed.
Lian Tang was horrified and tried to support him, but Li Chi pushed him back without even looking up.
He coughed softly, and his slender figure, wrapped in a dark black robe, looked like a gray ghost at the dawn where light and shadow intersected.
After standing silently for a while, he said lightly,
"Let's go."
The man's steps were slow but steady. He walked out of the dilapidated temple step by step without stopping.
The dawn light slowly spread across the horizon. The girl in the dilapidated temple behind him was still in a coma. The storm last night was just a dream to her. Perhaps she vaguely heard the man's "Okay", or perhaps she vaguely felt the warmth of his embrace, but from now on, it would probably only become an illusion that could not be verified.
When she wakes up and the sky is bright, the gentle kiss that fell on her eyelids will probably turn into the remaining raindrops under the sky, along with the man's softness and gradual concessions, and finally evaporate silently before she notices.
This is something everyone knows.
Lian Tang was heartbroken and angry about this, while the planner was looking forward to it.
Xia Fuyi was completely unaware of this.
And Li Chi always seemed to be calm.
When he left, he didn't even look back once.
It was as if the girl wrapped in his cloak lying behind him in the ruined temple was not a hostage who taught him to retreat again and again and to return the military order to the cage and pay for everything, but just an insignificant passerby.
The wheels of the carriage rolled on the wet ground.
Before daybreak, Xia Fuyi gently moved her tired fingertips, as if trying to grasp something. However, the next moment, the familiar gurgling sound completely disappeared in her vague dream.
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