Upon seeing this suddenly appearing figure, the anger in Xia Zihan's eyes quietly dissipated, replaced by a deep longing and reddened eyes.
Amidst the intense emotional turmoil, her spiritual energy became chaotic, and the thin veil that had been covering her face was unveiled by this out-of-control energy.
The moment that veil fell, even the howling wind and snow paused, revealing a face of unparalleled beauty.
Her skin was like the purest white after the first snow melts, shimmering with a pearly glow beneath the icy plains. Her delicate eyebrows resembled distant, verdant mountains, their perfect curves existing without any adornment. Her nose was high and straight like jade, and her lips were like plum blossoms blooming in the snow, naturally rosy without any rouge.
What's most captivating are her eyes. With the corners of her eyes upturned, they seem to hold a thousand stars within them. Although they are brimming with tears, they only add to her breathtakingly fragile beauty.
In the distance, Xiao Chen watched this scene for a long time without looking away. Although he had once seen half of Xia Zihan's face under the thin veil, he never expected her complete face to be so beautiful, almost sharp, making him afraid to look directly at her yet unwilling to look away. It was a kind of extremely aggressive beauty, with a breathtaking appearance.
Even Murong Liyue was stunned for a moment, her gaze fixed on Xia Zihan's stunningly beautiful face.
In the past, she was quite confident in her appearance in front of Su Yaoyue and Huang Lu, feeling that she was unmatched in her charm.
Recalling the scene when I first met Xia Zihan three years ago, I thought that although I was not as radiant as her, I was not far off, and we each had our own merits.
Unexpectedly, three years later, Xia Zihan had blossomed into an even more stunning beauty, like a precious gem carefully sculpted by time, becoming increasingly dazzling.
Her beauty transcends that of ordinary women; every brow and every inch of her skin exudes a captivating charm.
This made Murong Liyue subconsciously compare herself to Xia Zihan, and a sense of inferiority arose spontaneously. Under the contrast of Xia Zihan's peerless beauty, her radiance was dimmed.
However, after the initial shock, Murong Liyue quickly regained her composure, tears streaming down her face even more rapidly. She stepped forward, gently tugging at Qin Luo's sleeve, her voice trembling with sobs as she said:
"Qin Luo, I really didn't argue with Sister Xia. She misunderstood. I... I was just explaining my relationship with you to her, but she..."
She choked up, her words broken and fragmented, her heart filled with grievances and eager to pour out her heart to Qin Luo, fearing that he would misunderstand her actions.
At this moment, Qin Luo's head was spinning, and only one thought occupied his mind:
Who am I? Where am I? Why is this not what I expected?
His gaze shifted back and forth between Murong Liyue and Xia Zihan, one of them crying with tears streaming down her face, looking pitiful.
One of them had a face full of jealousy, and tears welled up in her eyes.
He opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know who to comfort first or where to begin.
"You all, calm down first..."
After a moment, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence, but his voice sounded so weak.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Just as Qin Luo spoke, two streaks of light arrived at their location in the blink of an eye.
The first to be affected was Yi Ting, who had taken off her loose cloth clothes. At this moment, she was wearing the pale yellow dress that Qin Luo had given her, and her skirt fluttered as if she were a delicate flower.
The dress was exquisitely tailored, perfectly outlining her stunning figure.
Her slender waist, barely a handful, was breathtakingly cinched at the waist with a belt, before blossoming downwards into a stunningly alluring curve.
The cleavage that is faintly visible at the hem of her clothes with each breath is even more captivating, and the full curves irresistibly draw the eye.
"Master~"
The call was so sweet it could drip honey. Yi Ting gracefully landed beside Qin Luo and unabashedly took his arm. Her impressive bust pressed against Qin Luo's arm, the soft, fragrant touch making him stiffen.
However, the stiffness was caused by fright. At this moment, Qin Luo felt like crying but had no tears in his eyes:
No? You said you'd arrive in half an hour, and now it's not even enough time for a cup of tea. You've picked the perfect time...
Following closely behind was Su Xuan. She swallowed hard as she looked at the chaotic scene before her, cursing Qin Luo in her heart and feeling indignant for Yi Ting. However, the gossipy and amused look in her eyes grew increasingly intense.
The moment Xia Zihan saw Yi Ting, her pupils contracted sharply. Looking at Yi Ting's almost-embedded posture in Qin Luo's arms, and then glancing down at her own relatively modest figure, the anger in her eyes materialized.
Yiting? What's she doing here? Didn't I chase her away back then?!
Even Murong Liyue was stunned. She subconsciously straightened her back, but despairingly realized that even though she was already quite shapely, she still looked like a little girl who hadn't grown up in front of Yiting.
Xia Zihan suppressed the anger and grievances that were burning inside her. Her eyes were red, and she stared straight at Qin Luo with questioning eyes. It seemed that as long as Qin Luo could give a reasonable explanation, she could swallow all her negative emotions.
"Qin Luo... Three years have passed, don't you have anything to say to me?"
Her voice was slightly hoarse, a mixture of three years of longing, grievances, and anger.
Over the past three years, every time she hit a roadblock, every time she felt lonely and helpless, Qin Luo's image would appear in her mind.
Countless days and nights, she murmured her longing for Qin Luo to the bright moon and stars, hoping that one day she could reunite with him.
She had imagined countless times what their reunion would be like: Qin Luo would walk towards her with a smile, his eyes only on her, and gently embrace her.
But now, when they meet again, the situation is so chaotic. A vixen is intimately holding Qin Luo's arm, while another slut stands pitifully to the side. Her longing is instantly overwhelmed by jealousy and anger.
Qin Luo stared at those almost shattered eyes, his mind racing, trying to come up with a solution: confess and get leniency? Explain the misunderstanding? Or...?
At this critical moment, Yi Ting suddenly released his arm and stepped forward to shield Qin Luo:
"What do you want Master to say? Is all of this his fault? You know it's been three years. If I had known you would abandon Master and go to the Spirit Phoenix Sect, I would never have left then."
"Thinking about how many hardships and dangers Master has faced alone over the past three years, even though I am of humble status, I will never leave Master. I am willing to stay by his side, help him organize his cultivation insights, and listen to his troubles."
"And what about you? Besides the advantage of arriving first, what else do you have? Now that you're back, you're demanding an explanation from your master without even asking what happened. What gives you the right?"
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