Chapter 67 Confession: "I only wish you eternal peace and joy."
The water rippled, and twinkling starlight floated on the surface.
Fu Yusheng raised his hand, and his black hair fell loose, floating in the water.
In her light-colored eyes, there was starlight, mist, and...
That figure, dressed in simple white, with gentle features.
When his fingertips touched that phantom, he slightly curved his eyebrows, and his usually cool eyes were filled with tenderness and longing.
He felt his soul sinking, yet also felt a gentle force lifting him upward.
The girl looked down at him, her eyes clear like a mountain spring.
Fu Yusheng reached out and gently touched the corner of her eye with his fingertips.
I only touched nothingness.
Tiny specks of firefly light fell on his fingertips.
Fu Yusheng paused slightly at the tip of his finger, and the girl's vanished phantom reappeared before him.
At that distance, neither too close nor too far, the hem of her plain white dress fluttered gently as she silently gazed at him.
Fu Yusheng blinked very, very slowly.
Behind him lay a hopeless abyss, the shimmering starlight tempting him to succumb.
Before him stood the woman he longed to touch, yet could never reach; she gazed at him, drawing him upward.
Fu Yusheng's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
After a long while, he raised his eyebrows, and his pale yet beautiful face once again revealed the spirit and arrogance of a young prodigy.
He looked at the seemingly oblivious girl in front of him and spoke softly.
"Liao Liao, if you wish me to live, I will definitely live to see you."
An echo reverberated from the abyss, striking his heart with each resounding sound, demanding his obedience, his submission, and his complete cessation.
A voice of admonition came from the depths of his soul, hoping for his downfall.
Fu Yusheng just smiled as he slowly approached the girl in front of him, at a cost that nearly destroyed her soul.
He reached out, and the Spring Return Sword appeared in his hand in response to his call.
The dark sword blade, however, shimmered with a vibrant, life-giving light.
As the sword fell, a gentle breeze brushed against the girl's wispy hair, and she looked up in bewilderment.
The autumn waters vanished amidst the sword energy, and specks of starlight rose, adorning the entire starry sky.
On the crystal-clear spiritual vein, plants sway in the spring breeze, and there are also crabapple trees growing on the main vein.
The falling crabapple petals bring the scent of the wind, and also Fu Yusheng's soft, subtle confession.
"Liao Liao, I only wish for your peace and happiness, and I would give anything for that."
...
"Sister Yao, you're back!"
Mo Beili looked at the two people who appeared outside the courtyard and exclaimed with great joy.
The boy sitting in the tree in the courtyard looked at the pleasant expression on her face and scoffed softly.
Mo Beili ignored him. Heaven knows that these days, she had been eating nothing but bland food, and felt like she was only missing tree bark to satisfy her cravings.
Fu Yunyao blinked, looking at the girl's unusually enthusiastic manner, and glanced at Fu Yusheng beside her.
Noticing her gaze, Fu Yusheng raised his eyebrows.
He was always most willing to do anything that could make Liao Liao happy.
Moonlight streamed into the courtyard.
Inside, candlelight flickered, and the once desolate house had become warm and harmonious thanks to the arrangements made by Mo Beili and Ying Shixue.
The food on the table was still steaming.
Mo Beili almost shed tears as she smelled the fragrance.
Ying Shixue walked to her side and tilted her head.
He reached out and gently poked her cheek with his fingertips.
"Is it really necessary? It's just a meal. If you really like it, you can go out and have fun and eat and drink anywhere after we leave Baiyujing."
Mo Beili shook his head, his eyes slightly red.
"I just got smoked, and my eyes feel a bit uncomfortable."
Should wipe away the snow: ...
"You don't really think I cried, do you?" Mo Beili endured the discomfort in his eyes, still not forgetting to provoke the person in front of him.
Ying Shixue used the tiger's mouth to hold her chin and gently lifted her face.
The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes were filled with tears, making her look delicate and vulnerable.
He leaned slightly closer, their breaths mingling.
His handsome eyes blinked slightly, making him look as beautiful as a snow sprite. He spoke slowly.
"Ah, having red eyes from the smoke sounds even more embarrassing, doesn't it?"
Along with his voice came a heavy stomp on his foot by Mo Beili.
Ying Shixue raised an eyebrow, released his grip, and the person in front of him immediately took a few steps back.
He felt a tingling sensation in his feet and heard her voice of dissatisfaction.
"You'd be glad I didn't bring any mechanical weapons today, or I would have stomped your feet through!"
Ying Shixue rubbed her fingertips together.
Sure enough, her delicate appearance was a lie, and her vulnerability was also a lie.
Seeing that he was standing still, Mo Beili pursed her lips and finally spoke.
"Don't be upset. I know you didn't mean any harm, but I don't like feeling like I'm being controlled by others."
Ying Shixue responded, and he reached out again, tentatively taking her wrist.
He took her hand, placed it near his face, and gently rubbed it.
"Wiping away snow?"
Mo Beili spoke with a somewhat puzzled expression.
She heard him say that.
"You can do anything to me, I won't be angry."
He thought that even if she trapped him under thousands of chains like Mu Jiuqing, he wouldn't be angry.
and……
"Snowflakes." Mo Beili said with some helplessness, "Bullying others is wrong. If someone bullies you, you must not let them do whatever they want to you, not even me."
“I know,” he replied.
He knew she wouldn't.
Mo Beili gently touched his face, then withdrew her hand. She glanced at the doorway and asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Where are Sister Yao and Sword Master Rangchen?"
"..."
Fu Yusheng placed the pastries on the table and looked at Fu Yunyao, who was sitting by the window and looking at him.
With a smile in his eyes, he asked softly.
"What's wrong?"
Fu Yunyao rested her chin on her hand and spoke, "Fu Yusheng."
"Hmm?" Fu Yusheng responded, his voice rising slightly at the end, carrying a questioning tone.
"Don't you think you're like a certain type of person right now?"
Fu Yusheng poured her a cup of hot water and handed it to her, asking, "Who is it?"
Fu Yunyao twirled the cup in her hand, "What Wan Yin mentioned..."
She paused slightly, her eyes crinkling into a smile, "Male mother."
Fu Yusheng: "?"
He asked somewhat helplessly, "What strange terms did Master teach her this time?"
Fu Yunyao chuckled softly, looking down at the rippling water in the cup.
Wan Yin once described Wen Ci as a "male mother," and when Wen Ci looked at her with a puzzled expression, she explained.
"I'm praising you. I think that although you seem aloof, you are actually very gentle and good at taking care of others, just like your mother."
As for what "mother" means?
Fu Yunyao raised her eyes, her eyes full of smiles.
"Wanyin said that was her mother's wish."
Fu Yusheng was stunned for a moment.
He gazed into her clear eyes and couldn't help but reach out, his fingertips gently tucking her stray hairs back behind her ear.
"I am unworthy of such praise."
Fu Yunyao blinked.
Fu Yusheng observed her expression and spoke again.
"You seem quite happy today?"
She agreed, "Mm."
"You like it here?" Fu Yusheng pushed the pastries beside him toward her and asked.
"Peaceful, tranquil, with someone I like by my side, life is pretty good."
Someone I kind of like...
Every single word fell into Fu Yusheng's heart.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly. Reason told him that the phrase "someone I like" must refer to Mo Beili outside the house.
But……
He felt his heart pounding with euphoria, almost drowning in her soft voice.
A single word from her could always determine whether he lived or died.
His somewhat hoarse voice could be heard amidst the flickering candlelight.
"Then, after everything is over, we'll come back? Wherever you go, I'll be with you."
There was a moment of silence in the room as he waited for her answer.
"Fu Yusheng," she called to him, "are you testing me?"
Every sound was pounding on his heart.
He resignedly looked up, his gaze meeting that of the girl in front of him.
He thought that whether she agreed or not, he would follow her, no matter where they were.
His fingertips, hidden beneath his sleeves, tightened slightly. His body, his heart, his soul, were all awaiting her final verdict.
Everything around him vanished into nothingness in his eyes, leaving only the pure white figure before him.
The silence was constantly encroaching on his living space.
As if the answer had been found, a chill slowly crept into his body. The spiritual veins, which had been completely repaired, seemed to crack open once more, and a continuous stream of stinging pain came through.
Fu Yusheng thought he should look away and not force Liao Liao.
But he couldn't bear to close his eyes, his light-colored eyes gazing quietly at her.
Fu Yunyao's gaze paused slightly as she looked at the tenderness in his eyes.
Her fingertips rested on the sword at her waist, which resembled an accessory.
She thought of Zhu Yu's words, "How could Sword Master Chen, such a proud person, possibly be willing to stay by your side forever?"
She thought back to the days when she was a spirited, unrestrained young man.
Countless people have benefited from his kindness, but he could never have known the warmth his casual actions would bring to those struggling in the mud.
He is like a free wind, blowing through everything, never remembering the traces of spring he once left behind.
I shouldn't remember...
The wind sweeps through everything; it should not linger.
The air was silent, and she heard his low, husky voice.
"That's it..."
She looked into his eyes and saw the longing, and the almost humble plea.
Her fingertips twitched slightly, and she suddenly touched something warm.
She stroked the begonia flower on the jade pendant, sighing softly in her heart.
The evening breeze blew into the room, causing the candlelight to flicker and gradually go out.
In the pitch black, the soul bell rang.
Each sound, one after another, touches someone's heart.
Fu Yusheng finally closed his eyes.
The dim environment made him want to back down, and he even began to regret why he couldn't help but start testing the waters.
Anyway, no matter how she tries to drive him away, he will stay by her side.
But……
What if this annoys her?
He felt as if his soul had split in two, one half calmly analyzing everything, the other half on the verge of madness.
Ultimately, the calmer side prevailed.
He said.
I shouldn't have come back alive.
Once this thought crossed his mind, Fu Yusheng could no longer control his thoughts.
He began to yearn for Fu Yunyao to be willing to raise her sword and kill him again, so that she would never forget him...
"Fu Yusheng".
In the silent room, Fu Yunyao's voice rang out again.
Let the Dust Sword hang beside her, and let the specks of firefly light fall on her.
In the dimly lit room, she was the only source of light.
Fu Yusheng subconsciously responded to her soft call.
"I am here."
"Mmm," she replied softly, "I know."
He looked at her gentle features, and at his reflection in her eyes—a disheveled and wretched image.
He heard her soft voice.
She said.
"I know you'll always be there for me."
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