Far away, deep in the sparkling, clear lake, there is a mysterious and peaceful sacred place called Yaochi. In this fairyland-like place, Leng Qingqiu's bedroom stands quietly. At this moment, she is leisurely strolling alone along the winding, beautiful stream.
Time flies. Nearly three months have passed since she and Qingge returned to the sacred place of Yaochi. Just over half a month ago, Xiao Ning finally sent them a message that he was safe. After hearing the good news, the two of them were full of joy and planned to set off immediately to find Xiao Ning. However, plans always fail to keep up with changes. Since Xiao Ning still had to find Yourong Rouxue to do the unfinished business, he once again embarked on the journey to Piaomiao Immortal Sect alone, so their journey had to be put on hold.
In this way, in the following days, they seemed to fall into that anxious state of semi-disconnection again. Today, Leng Qingqiu, with a lot of thoughts in her mind, slowly walked to the stream and sat down gently. She stretched out her delicate white jade hands and gently touched the icy stream water. The worries in her heart were like the gurgling water, gradually drifting away, flowing farther and farther.
Unconsciously, time passed quietly, and a long time passed. Suddenly, a slender and soft jade hand gently pressed on Leng Qingqiu's shoulder. She was startled and turned her head quickly. What she saw was Chu Qingxian's smiling face. The smile was kind and gentle, just like a loving mother looking at her beloved child.
"Qingqiu, are you missing Ning'er?" Chu Qingxian asked softly, her tone full of concern.
Leng Qingqiu stood up slowly, held Chu Qingxian's hand tightly, nodded slightly, and opened her red lips: "Well, Master, Ning'er is really too busy. He is so busy that he doesn't even have time to meet us..." When she said this, her eyes couldn't help but become moist, and her voice was slightly choked.
When Chu Qingxian saw Leng Qingqiu's sad and lonely expression, her heart tightened, and she quickly reached out and held Leng Qingqiu's slightly cold hands tightly. She bent down slightly, staring at Leng Qingqiu with eyes as gentle as water, and then comforted him softly in an extremely gentle tone that seemed to melt ice and snow:
"Qingqiu, don't be too sad. Ning'er must have had his own unspeakable difficulties to leave, but I firmly believe that he will come back to find you. And I miss him very much too!"
Leng Qingqiu listened to Chu Qingxian's heartwarming words, slowly raised her head, looked at the beautiful and concerned face in front of her, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a slightly bitter but distressing smile. Then, she gently moved her eyes away from Chu Qingxian, turned to the distant sky outside the window, and murmured to herself.
"Ning'er..."
Time flies, and it has been more than half a month since Xiao Ning left. During this period of time, Chu Qian finally heard about Bai Ziyun's fake pregnancy. However, Chu Qian did not care too much about it. As early as when Xiao Ning left, he had already given Chu Qian a shot in advance, so that she could be mentally prepared for various possible situations. Besides, for Chu Qian, there is nothing in the world that can compare to Xiao Ning.
Now, Bai Ziyun once again took Yun Yao and Xia Ling on the journey back to Shenxiao Sect, and this time Xia Chan was also with them. After careful consideration, she felt that instead of being depressed day after day, it would be better to find something to do to distract herself, just like teaching Xia Chan how to practice.
Nangong Luoyu was originally called back by Xiao Ding temporarily. Now that Xiao Ning is gone, it is natural for him to return to Da Chu to continue working.
Xiao Ning's return was like a small episode in their lives, like a small stone thrown into the water, causing a few ripples and then sinking to the bottom of the water.
In the spacious and bright kitchen of the Xiao Mansion, Song Junwan, wearing an apron embroidered with exquisite patterns, was chopping vegetables skillfully. The kitchen knife in her hand flew up and down, and each cut was extremely precise, cutting the ingredients into uniform shapes. Xiyue was busy washing various vegetables and fruits. The sound of the water flowing, intertwined with the sound of Song Junwan chopping vegetables, was like a beautiful symphony.
At the same time, Xiao Ding was sitting quietly on a carved armchair in the living room, holding a yellowed book in his hand. He frowned slightly from time to time, as if he was thinking about the profound principles in the book; sometimes he smiled knowingly, as if he had understood the essence of the book. The sunlight shone on him through the window, giving him a layer of light golden light.
Under a big tree in the courtyard, Chu Qian was holding Er Ning in her arms, with a smile on her face. She gently stroked the silky-smooth scales on Er Ning's body, muttering to herself:
"Erning! Erning! Ning'er actually gave you such a lovely name. It seems that my Ning'er also longs for a brother or sister to accompany her. But I, your mother, really don't want to go through the pain of childbirth again. With Ning'er as your baby, your mother is already satisfied."
When Chu Qian spoke, her tone was particularly gentle, as if she was afraid of scaring the little one in her arms. Er Ning was also very well-behaved and sensible. It stretched out its pink little tongue and licked Chu Qian's fair and delicate skin tenderly. That look was simply adorable.
Strangely enough, as time went by, Chu Qian's feelings for Xiao Ning grew stronger. Perhaps it was because Xiao Ning had been kidnapped when he was a child, which left an indelible shadow on Chu Qian's heart. At that time, whenever Chu Qian thought of Xiao Ning suffering in some dark corner, her heart would be as painful as being stabbed by a knife.
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