Qingyao's face was as cold as frost, her eyes flashing with a chilling light that sent shivers down her spine. With a gentle wave of her hand, an invisible force lifted the fallen Yun Ao and brought him to her side. Then, Qingyao carefully pulled out a pill emitting a strange fragrance from her bosom and gently placed it into Yun Ao's mouth.
After a while, Yun Ao's face gradually regained some color, and his breathing became steady. Seeing this, Qing Yao breathed a sigh of relief, then placed Yun Ao aside and gently instructed, "Xiaoyi, take good care of him."
After making all the necessary arrangements, Qingyao slowly stood up and once again cast a cold gaze upon the beleaguered elders. At this moment, her heart was already burning with rage. Recalling the painful experience ten thousand years ago, those so-called elders, under the guise of doing what was best for her and Yun Ao, had forcibly torn them apart. Now, old and new hatreds welled up within her, and Qingyao looked upon the elders as if they were a group of lifeless corpses.
Qingyao's hands danced, and her fingertips outlined complex and mysterious patterns. The air was filled with a suffocating murderous aura. Powerful force gathered in her palms, and she was about to annihilate these stubborn elders in the formation.
At this critical moment, Yun Ao rushed over from nowhere. His figure was slightly staggering and his steps were unsteady, but he stood in front of the elders without hesitation.
Yun Ao raised his hand and grabbed Qing Yao's wrist. Although his strength was not strong, it was enough to stop her movement. His eyes were blurry, with a bit of confusion as if he had just woken up. His voice was soft and full of long-lost intimacy: "My wife, let them go. Just think of it as repaying their kindness in raising me all these years."
The word "wife" was like a bolt of lightning that spanned the long years and struck straight into Qingyao's heart. In an instant, she felt her eyes getting hot and tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably.
It has been tens of thousands of years. In the long river of time, she has experienced countless storms and vicissitudes. She thought her heart was as hard as a rock and it would be difficult for her to feel gentle ripples anymore. But now, just this gentle call made all the defenses she had built up collapse.
Qingyao held back her tears and glared at the elders fiercely, her voice trembling slightly with excitement: "Since Ayun asked me to let you go, then get out of here quickly. If I find out that you dare to hurt Ayun in the future, I will make sure you are reduced to ashes. You should know my methods!" After that, she waved her sleeves, and a strong wind swept the elders and sent them directly back to their respective residences.
After dealing with the elders, Qingyao turned her head and looked straight into Yun Ao's smiling eyes. That smile was like the warm spring sun, which warmed her heart.
Qingyao bit her lower lip, her eyes were red, and she muttered, "Why are you laughing? I haven't forgiven you." But her hand stretched out involuntarily, and she carefully helped Yun Ao up, supported him, turned around and returned to her home on the top of the mountain.
Yun Ao's body was very weak, and most of his weight was leaning on Qingyao. Qingyao felt his warmth and had mixed feelings in her heart.
Back home, Qingyao helped Yun Ao lie down on the bed and tucked him in. Yun Ao suddenly held her hand, his eyes full of attachment and reluctance: "My wife, don't go..."
Qingyao was slightly startled, and her hand, which was about to be withdrawn, stopped in mid-air. In the end, she just sighed softly, sat down on the edge of the bed, and said softly, "Okay, I won't leave."
Outside the window, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the two of them, outlining a quiet and warm picture, as if time has stopped for them, and the grievances of the past have turned into tender affection at this moment, flowing slowly in this small room.
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