Chapter 108. This was a dry kiss. ...
Fine rain began to fall outside the window, scattering into the candlelight.
Meng Chiwan sat on the bed, wrapping herself up thickly in the quilt.
She was shivering. It was as if the rain wasn't falling outside, but on her.
She lowered her head, as if tracing the patterns on the quilt, or perhaps simply staring blankly at it.
A pot of moonflowers sat on the windowsill.
She brought it back from Yuanshan Tower.
She eventually brought it back.
Or rather, he brought her back.
“Your mother, Meng Ting’er, is indeed here.”
"Where?"
"It's in your hands."
Meng Chiwan wasn't sure how she felt when she heard those words, but she remembered feeling particularly cold at that moment.
So she rushed back, so she hid herself under the covers, so she felt completely empty inside.
It's not that she felt nothing anymore, but a huge gash had opened up inside her, almost piercing her heart, allowing the wind and snow to pass through. That's what you call emptiness.
Humans cannot naturally turn into flowers after death; there is no precedent for this even in the cultivation world. Meng Ting'er is no exception.
She simply transformed herself into nourishment for this pot of moonflower.
Therefore, this pot of moonflower can thrive and bloom forever.
When I heard that Meng Ting'er died, the Immortal Alliance experienced its first snowfall. Later, this snow slowly melted, just like the memory of her in the hearts of all those who remembered her, gradually fading away.
"Is my mother ill? Why did things come to this?" Meng Chiwan's voice trembled, like a branch bent under the weight of snow.
"She's perfectly healthy, but she said it's time to take this step," the Immortal Alliance Leader sighed.
These words were like a maze, trapping Meng Chiwan. She didn't understand what it meant for things to have come to this point, and she couldn't comprehend why, though alive, she wouldn't want to see her.
Meng Chiwan huddled on the couch, never feeling so cold before. It was as if she had returned to Mount Garan from years ago, but now, even the person on Mount Garan who had promised to ferry her across was gone.
A golden lotus flew out of the storage bag that was placed aside and landed in her hand. As she looked at it, her vision suddenly became blurry.
Tears fell drop by drop, as if trying to pierce through the bedding and the bed itself.
At this moment, Meng Chiwan suddenly thought of someone. She wondered what Yun Xianqing was doing at this moment; she hadn't visited him in a long time. She wondered if he was still just a puppet.
Next, she will be representing the Immortal Alliance to wipe out the demon race, and she probably won't have time to see him anymore.
When Mu Qi said he would die if he were separated from her for even a day, it was perhaps a paradox. He wasn't really alive, so how could he be dead?
With that in mind, even though it was already past midnight, she decided to go and see him.
...
The inn looked old at night, with dim lighting. She could only vaguely make out the dozing figure sitting at the counter. The surroundings were quiet, and it wasn't as restless as she had initially heard.
Meng Chiwan stepped upstairs and headed straight for the innermost room.
The room was dark, and there wasn't a ray of light coming from outside.
Meng Chiwan tentatively knocked on the door.
"Knock knock knock".
There was no sound coming from inside the room, but there were a few clattering sounds coming from the room next door, and it was unclear what was happening.
Meng Chiwan thought to herself: The soundproofing here is really terrible.
Fortunately, he is just a puppet now and doesn't care about these things. If it were the real Yun Xianqing, he would probably massacre the entire inn.
No one came to open the door for her. Was she asleep?
Meng Chiwan thought for a moment and knocked on the door again, but still no one answered.
A bad feeling suddenly flashed through her mind.
She thought to herself that it was offensive, gritted her teeth, and pushed open the door.
As soon as the door was pushed open, a wave of heat rushed out.
The first thing that catches the eye is a pair of wet eyes, followed by a neck as white as frost and snow. Water droplets drip down the hair and into the collarbone. The rising heat makes one's imagination run wild.
His clothes were still somewhat disheveled, as if they had been put on temporarily.
He looked up at her, his moist eyes devoid of emotion, his hands casually tying the sash he hadn't had time to fasten.
Meng Chiwan froze for a few seconds, taking in the entire scene, before hurriedly turning her back.
Turning her back didn't count; she even raised her hand to cover her eyes.
My heart was pounding, as if it would jump out of my chest at any moment.
Who would take a shower at this hour?!
Besides! They are cultivators! Why would they need to take a bath like this? Wouldn't a cleansing spell suffice?
Lost in her thoughts amidst the chaos, Meng Chiwan couldn't see her bright red ear tips, nor how ridiculous she looked.
After a long while, the sound of fabric rubbing gradually disappeared. Suddenly, she heard two soft laughs, the sound was teasing, very light and faint, like a flower suddenly tucked behind her ear, making her feel even more embarrassed for no reason.
Meng Chiwan's body was gently turned around, and then a pair of warm hands took her hands off her eyes.
"What's there to be afraid of? There's nothing here." His voice was calm, but it carried a hint of a smile, not mockery, but more like the indulgent smile of someone soaking in a jar of sugar.
Meng Chiwan remained silent for a long while before regaining her composure and saying, "Did you do this on purpose?"
She knocked on the door several times; he could have easily responded, or at the very least, locked the door.
She reasonably suspected it was seduction!
Upon hearing this, Yun Xianqing lowered his head and reached out to ruffle the ends of her hair, his voice sounding quite nonchalant: "What are you doing on purpose?"
Pretending to be innocent.
This was done on purpose, wasn't it?
Meng Chiwan didn't want to say anything more, so she asked, "Why did you come back?"
Yun Xianqing lowered her eyes, raised her hand, and then gestured to place it on her own hand. The red thread that she had hidden reappeared, intertwining on the two people's fingers.
The intersecting red lines resemble crisscrossing blood vessels and meridians, or the long-standing entanglement between two people.
The candles were lit.
"I promised to help you untie the red thread, and I can't go back on my word." The beauty mark near his eyelashes appeared even more gentle in the candlelight, just like his voice at this moment.
Meng Chiwan said, "You said you would untie the Abyss of Desolation for me, but you have already broken your promise."
Yun Xianqing smiled, seemingly apologetic: "I didn't think it through enough."
Meng Chiwan asked, "Tell me, have you broken the curse?"
Yun Xianqing shook her head.
Meng Chiwan asked, "Then was your sudden departure last time because of the cursed seal?"
This time, Yun Xianqing did not answer her directly, but tilted her head and looked at her for a long time, her eyes seemingly hiding many things in the deep pool.
Finally, his gaze swept over the red line, and then fell into her eyes. His lips moved, and his eyes seemed a little red.
Meng Chiwan looked at him quietly, somewhat confused, but she still instinctively did not avoid his gaze.
Then she heard him whisper, "May I kiss you?"
Meng Chiwan didn't speak. She wanted to refuse, but she couldn't take her eyes off his reddened eyes.
The red thread is getting hot, and it seems to be turning red again.
Meng Chiwan thought of many things, such as the rain that day, and her heart pounding like a drum just now.
Finally, she nodded with a barely perceptible arc.
Yun Xianqing's eyes seemed even redder.
Meng Chiwan felt his body tremble slightly, just like the trembling of his hand when he touched her cheek.
That is to cherish and love.
A gust of wind blew in from somewhere, and the door was gently closed.
Silence reigned.
Only their breaths mingled.
Only their hair was intertwined.
Only the red line at the fingertips was burning and turning red.
It wasn't until their lips met that she seemed to realize the passage of time.
For a long time, time seemed to stand still, waiting for her to grow. Until this moment, time finally belonged to her, and the glacier finally began to flow.
It was a dry kiss.
His lips covered hers, slowly caressing them, not so much as a kiss, but as if he were gently feeling the warmth of her lips.
"Are you cold?" he suddenly asked.
Meng Chiwan.
Is it cold?
Meng Chiwan's eyelashes suddenly became moist.
Her tears, which were falling steadily, were gently sucked into her mouth, mingling with a faint saltiness.
She heard a huge heartbeat coming from her chest, as if it were about to jump from her chest into someone else's chest.
The other person's heartbeat resonated with hers.
Finally, she said softly, "It's cold."
"It's especially cold today."
It's extremely cold.
No matter how many layers of blankets I put on, I still can't get warm.
"I know I hate you." Meng Chiwan opened her mouth and bit his lower lip until she tasted a faint metallic taste of blood on her tongue, then slowly released her mouth.
It was as if the love and hate that had bound her for so long had been released.
"But I also know that in this world, perhaps only you are willing to die for me."
So, there is hate, and there is love. The dampness churns in the air, and the heatwave rolls in.
Meng Chiwan was immersed in the mortal world, melting into intense love and hate.
Ups and downs continued until dawn.
Author's Note: We're nearing the final events; the grand finale is almost here! It's really almost here! [Keep it up!]
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