"In the past three years, Ting'er has learned many new techniques from the books and is just waiting for the day when she can reunite with her master."
She tilted her head, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling, and mumbled to herself as she pressed the pressure points.
A mountain breeze swept across her slender shoulders, causing her wide sleeves to flutter in the wind. Yi Ting, however, was completely oblivious, her gaze fixed intently on the smooth lines between Qin Luo's brows. Every now and then, she would lean down and use a strand of her hair to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead.
The flickering fireflies in the distance cast a soft glow on the profile of her face, making her earlier mischievousness seem like nothing more than the charming innocence of a young girl.
Upon hearing this, Qin Luo slowly opened his eyes, intending to see Yi Ting's appearance clearly, but his vision was completely obscured, leaving only a hazy shadow in front of him.
He cursed inwardly, forced a helpless smile, and whispered through the darkness:
"These past three years have been tough on my Ting'er at the Misty Sect. Had I known this would happen, I should have kept you by my side even if it meant facing a thousand obstacles..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yi Ting gently silenced him with her soft fingers. She lowered her gaze, her fingertips tracing the shape of his lips, her voice carried on the summer night breeze:
"Master is talking nonsense again."
His tone carried three parts reproach and seven parts gentleness.
"With Senior Sister Su Xuan and Elder Jing Wei taking care of me for the past three years, gathering herbs, secretly hiding pills... and refining pills every day, it wasn't too hard to say."
At this point, Yi Ting suddenly leaned closer, the scent of mugwort mingling with the girl's warm breath enveloping Qin Luo's nostrils:
"Right now, Ting'er just wants to stay quietly with Master. Let's not talk about sects or the past anymore, okay? Let's make up for these three years of absence..."
As she spoke, she slid her fingertips into his palm and intertwined her fingers with his.
Seeing her like this, Qin Luo's eyes flickered, but he ultimately didn't speak again and closed his eyes once more. He felt Yi Ting's fingertips gently pressing on his temples, with just the right amount of pressure, gradually dispelling his fatigue.
In the night breeze, Yi Ting's wide sleeves swayed gently as she gazed intently at Qin Luo, her eyes filled with longing. Only after his breathing gradually calmed and his expression completely relaxed did Yi Ting slow her movements. Her fingers lightly traced Qin Luo's brow bone and the bridge of his nose, finally stopping at his lips, as if she wanted to etch the person before her deeply into her heart.
She leaned down and whispered in Qin Luo's ear, her voice so soft it seemed as if it could be carried away by the wind:
Before meeting her master, Yiting's world was simple; she lived simply to survive. After meeting her master, her world became even simpler—it consisted only of her master...
The fireflies on the mountaintop still flickered, and the moonlight cast a hazy glow on her figure. Yi Ting gazed quietly at her beloved, blending the feelings that had been building up for three years into the night.
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