As Su Xuan's figure gradually blurred in the distance, Qin Luo finally turned all his attention back to Yi Ting.
He lowered his head, his nose lightly touching Yiting's hair, and took a deep breath, as if trying to make up for all the breath he had missed over the years.
Yi Ting still held Qin Luo tightly, tears streaming down her face, already soaking his clothes. She looked up, her face streaked with tears, her eyes red-rimmed, her voice trembling slightly with intense longing:
“Master, all these years, Ting’er has missed you day and night. On countless quiet nights, when I look at the bright moon, all I can think of is your voice and your smile.”
Qin Luo gently stroked her hair, a strand of hair twirling between his fingertips, and sighed as if to say:
"And what about me? Since that's the case, why did you still harden your heart and leave me? Do you know how heartbroken I was when I saw the note you left on the morning you left?"
Upon hearing this, Yiting's face tightened, and her expression became tense.
Unconsciously, her hands tightened around Qin Luo's clothes:
"Master, are you still blaming Ting'er for her decision back then? You...you clearly know that it was because of me..."
The words were on the tip of his tongue, but something seemed to choke him, and he swallowed them back abruptly. His eyes flickered, revealing a complex emotion that was hard to describe.
She simply didn't want to be overshadowed by that jealous woman. She didn't want to forever hide under her master's wing, to be a sheltered fledgling. She wanted to stand proudly by her master's side, on equal footing, shoulder to shoulder with him.
More importantly, Yiting has not forgotten that palm strike from back then, and one day she will use her own strength to 'send' that palm strike back!
Seeing Yi Ting's intense reaction, Qin Luo's heart skipped a beat, and his tone quickly softened. He deliberately brought his handsome face closer, his warm breath brushing against her ear:
"Why?"
Yi Ting was forced to take a half step back by his sudden action, her back hitting a snow-covered pine tree.
The snow piled on the treetops trembled and fell softly, a few flakes gently landing on her thick, curled eyelashes. Yi Ting blinked, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her snow-covered eyes, moistened by tears, appeared even more tender and pitiful.
She looked up at Qin Luo, and her tearful eyes caught the fleeting hint of mockery in his eyes, and she immediately understood.
“Master, you clearly knew what Ting’er was thinking, yet you still teased her like that.”
Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible. Seeing this, Qin Luo suddenly reached out and lifted her chin, his gaze intense.
Yi Ting's heart pounded as he stared at her, and just as she was at a loss for what to do, she suddenly felt a tightness around her waist. Qin Luo's arms encircled her slender waist, and with a slight pull, he drew her into his embrace.
"Ting'er~"
Qin Luo whispered in her ear, and with his other hand, he stroked her burning cheek, wiping away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips.
Yi Ting trembled, her mind going completely blank. She instinctively grabbed Qin Luo's collar, her fingertips shaking.
"Master, Master..."
“Yiting, I don’t blame you. I know you had your own reasons for leaving back then. In these three years since we last met, my longing for you has grown stronger every day. Not a day has passed without me looking forward to this reunion.”
"So, I've come to find you. I hope my Ting'er won't think it's too late."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yi Ting could no longer suppress the emotions in her eyes. She lightly tiptoed and leaned forward.
The swirling snowflakes quietly settled between the two people's intertwined hair. In the distance, Su Xuan's exclamation could be faintly heard, but in this moment of intense affection, who would care?
After a long while, the two finally released each other amidst their rapid breathing. Yiting buried her burning face deeply in his chest, her voice muffled by sobs:
"Master, it's not too late at all. It's all Ting'er's fault. Ting'er was too selfish and ignorant back then. I won't leave... Ting'er will never leave you again in this life..."
Seeing Yiting's tearful appearance, Qin Luo secretly thought that the time was about right.
Previously, when the two reunited after a long separation, the sudden mention of Yiting's departure was a rather unpleasant but ultimately unfortunate act.
He knew that Yiting's hostility towards Xia Zihan was deeply rooted, and if he did not find a way to resolve it, an unimaginable conflict would inevitably erupt.
Only by first stirring up the hidden guilt in Yiting's heart, and once her emotions have calmed down and she has developed a sense of dependence, will the rest be easier.
Just as Qin Luo was thinking about finding the right moment to speak, Yi Ting, who was nestled in his arms and deeply inhaling his long-lost scent, suddenly remembered something.
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes holding just the right amount of curiosity, and spoke first:
"Master, Ting'er is a little curious as to why you went to Lingyuan Sect. Could it be...?"
At this point, she bit her lower lip, her tone filled with the familiar jealousy and hostility that Qin Luo knew so well, "Is it that Xia Zihan... abandoned her master and went to the Linghuang Sect alone? I was wondering why I saw her name in the academy competition, now I understand, no wonder!"
At this point, Yi Ting grabbed Qin Luo's sleeve, her eyes burning with fervor, and said urgently:
“Master, she doesn’t want you, but Ting’er does! Please come back to the Misty Sect with Ting’er. Ting’er is now a seventh-grade alchemist and can refine many, many precious pills.”
As she spoke, Yi Ting seemed afraid that Qin Luo wouldn't believe her, so she hurriedly reached into her storage ring and rummaged through it. Bottle after bottle of pills exuding a strong medicinal fragrance appeared in her hands until they were piled up so full that she could hardly hold them up.
Her cheeks flushed, her gaze was gentle and tender, and she said affectionately:
“Master, I will take good care of you from now on. With me here, I will provide everything you need for your cultivation. As long as you are willing, I am willing to give everything to accompany you for the rest of my life.”
"Master, look, this is the Spirit-Strengthening Pill that Ting'er recently developed. It will greatly benefit your consolidation of your cultivation level. And this bottle is the Spirit-Nourishing Pill. If you suffer any damage during your cultivation, taking it will allow you to recover quickly. And this too, ah!"
When Yi Ting finished introducing the pills she had refined, her face suddenly flushed red, and her usually fluent speech instantly became halting. In her panic, the carefully collected pills in her arms fell to the ground with a crisp clatter.
Qin Luo's gaze followed the falling pills, and when he saw the label on one of the bottles, his lips twitched involuntarily. It was a special pill specifically for nourishing a damaged body, with unique effects, usually used to replenish energy after sexual activity.
Yi Ting hurriedly squatted down and picked up the scattered pills, her cheeks burning hot enough to ignite the surrounding air.
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