Chapter 58. At this moment, Meng Chiwan was certain that he clearly…
The crowd was noisy, and the smell of cosmetics mixed with other strong odors rushed into my nostrils.
But Meng Chiwan seemed to be able to clearly smell the familiar woody scent, like the lingering afterglow of a noisy gathering.
Her gaze was fixed on the person sitting casually on the first floor. Suddenly, she felt that the surroundings were too quiet, so quiet that she could see that person but hear nothing else.
The wound, which had not yet healed, seemed to have reopened, and the familiar coolness slowly crept up like vines.
She had no physical body at this moment; the lingering pain came from her soul.
She was almost trembling.
But in the end, she showed nothing, remaining hidden within Liu Yuan's body as if she couldn't sense anything.
The person slightly raised their head, facing the direction of Liuyuan, their face partially obscured by the bamboo hat.
Liu Yuan looked at the person through the second-floor railing. The railing cut off the person's figure. Liu Yuan looked for a while and then looked away.
Aside from his white robe adorned with gold and cloud patterns, there was no other indication of his identity, especially since his face was hidden beneath a bamboo hat, making it impossible for anyone to recognize him.
But Meng Chiwan recognized him, just by looking at his hands.
Because I liked him so much, I have engraved everything about him in my mind.
The man kept staring intently in the direction of Liuyuan.
Suddenly, the girl sitting casually to the side pulled on the rope binding Liu Yuan out of thin air, forcing Liu Yuan to look at the girl.
The girl said lightly, "Do you recognize that person downstairs?"
"I don't recognize him. I do think of someone, but I don't think it's him," Liu Yuan answered honestly.
"Whom are you thinking of?" the girl asked casually.
Meng Chiwan listened carefully to Liu Yuan's answer.
“Immortal Lord Qingyi.” Liu Yuan said each word clearly, but then he added in an instant, “But if he were to travel, he wouldn’t only have a few people with him. It’s too low-key. The Yun family has always been flamboyant.”
When he spoke of "the Yun family," his tone inevitably carried a hint of contempt.
The girl chuckled: "When you say 'showy,' do you mean arriving on a flying phoenix? Then take a look at what's hovering in the sky."
Looking out the window, Liu Yuan saw nothing.
The girl clicked her tongue softly and said, "I almost forgot, your cultivation level is too low to see."
Liu Yuan pouted. He was at least at the Nascent Soul stage, wasn't he?
But the girl ignored the sorrow in his eyes. She gently waved her hand in front of Liu Yuan's eyes, and Liu Yuan closed his eyes.
When Meng Chiwan opened her eyes again, she could clearly see through Liu Yuan's eyes a magnificent cloud phoenix carriage parked high in the sky, surrounded by circles of pure spiritual energy.
"I see him. It really is Immortal Lord Qingyi," Liu Yuan said after looking at him.
Meng Chiwan was somewhat puzzled as to how she could identify Qingyi Immortal Lord based solely on his vehicle.
The next moment, the girl said, "Only Immortal Lord Qingyi and the Yun family patriarch Yun Yuandai are qualified to ride the Flying Immortal Cloud Phoenix, and the Yun family patriarch has never worn a bamboo hat when traveling."
Meng Chiwan understood.
Liu Yuan's gaze shifted back to the people downstairs. And those downstairs, their gaze never left them either.
Through the thin, misty veil beneath her straw hat, Meng Chiwan met that gaze once more.
The people downstairs watched intently, as if afraid of missing something.
Liu Yuan then realized something was wrong and turned to the girl beside her, saying, "Let me go! The legendary Immortal Lord Qingyi is mocking me right now!"
The girl scoffed lightly, glancing around Liu Yuan, deliberately avoiding his eyes: "You think he's looking at you?"
"It's not that I think it's me, it's that he really has been watching me the whole time." Liu Yuan held her breath, but couldn't vent it, so she could only look away and say.
The girl rested her chin on her hand, looking quite relaxed: "Is it possible that there's something about you that he likes?"
Liu Yuan was stunned and said in disbelief, "He...he actually has homosexual tendencies?"
The girl coughed lightly, seemingly a little displeased: "Of course not... If you don't understand, then forget it."
The next moment, the gaze that had been on Liu Yuan shifted away, and the girl stopped speaking, leaving Liu Yuan alone to ponder deeply.
After a long while, Meng Chiwan and Liu Yuan squatted on the ground, thinking about something, when suddenly a white hem fell in front of them.
Liu Yuan looked up and saw that the person who had been sitting on the first floor had suddenly come to his side.
Liu Yuan's face instantly turned ashen. Could he really be interested in him?
Almost the instant he thought this, he felt the ropes binding him tighten violently. He quickly looked in the direction of the girl, only to see that although she was smiling, her eyes were filled with an unfathomable light.
Liu Yuan immediately fell silent.
Then the person in front of me spoke: "Why are you kneeling here?"
Almost instantly upon hearing that voice, Meng Chiwan snapped back to reality as if pricked by a needle.
This voice had once whispered "I like you" in her ear, and had once brought her immense joy. But now, she only felt exhilaration, the exhilaration of a long-sought enemy suddenly appearing before her, and her finally having the chance to take revenge.
In the end, she finally knew who he was and where she should look for him.
So he really was the Immortal Lord Qingyi. She unconsciously began to recall what Wen Liansong had told her.
He often went into seclusion, and no one knew his name. Therefore, no one knew that the person who was always by her side was the so-called Immortal Lord Qingyi.
She hid it so well. I just don't understand why someone of his stature would lower himself to deceive an ordinary peasant girl like her.
Now he's back to his aloof and superior demeanor, as if the former Yun Xianqing never existed.
She was heartbroken and devastated, but he seemed completely unaffected.
She looked at Yun Xianqing, unsure whether to feel resentment or heartbreak. It seemed their relationship was never truly equal. Perhaps his so-called affection stemmed from his dubious provocations and her wishful thinking.
He didn't like her, and she didn't blame him, but he shouldn't have taken advantage of her feelings and then hurt her so badly, giving her hope only to let her fall hard, leaving her in the same situation as before.
For a moment, her eyes were filled with resentment.
The next instant, she saw her hand gripping his neck, a thin layer of gauze covering his delicate skin, just like Yun Xianqing's indifferent eyes.
The veil beneath the straw hat was gently lifted by a breeze that seemed to come from nowhere.
Meng Chiwan was now certain that he could clearly see her.
His gaze quickly fell on the red line on her wrist, and he paused slightly, his expression turning gloomy.
Author's Note: There will be an update tomorrow.
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