This night was so long.
The battle was so intense that even when the sun was high in the sky the next day, the beautiful woman in bed lingered lazily in the man's arms, refusing to get up.
For over twenty years, Fang Yue had maintained a regular schedule. However, today, he was willing to stay in bed with his beloved girl. Her long, ink-black hair made her skin appear even whiter and made the red marks on her body even more dazzling. He used one hand as a pillow and gently caressed the lingering hickeys on her neck with the other. He felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.
She truly belonged to him. From her hair to her toes, he had touched her entire body and left as many marks as possible.
"Scenic views".
She squinted and responded, "Hmm?"
"Once all the troubles are resolved, I will give you the grandest wedding."
Feng Guang's hazy mind cleared up a bit. "It doesn't need to be too complicated. As long as we can tell the world that we are husband and wife, that's enough."
In her view, the wedding was just a formality. The important thing was its announcement, that is, other women would know that Fang Yue was her husband and would not dare to have any improper thoughts, and vice versa. Isn't that the purpose of the wedding?
Fang Yue kissed the corner of her lips. "If it's too simple, it's not fair to you."
"If I sleep with you before even giving you a proper title, wouldn't that be even more unfair to you?"
He actually thought about it seriously for a while, and said, "What Feng Guang said... makes some sense."
“In my opinion, as long as you like me and I like you, what difference does it make whether the formalities are grand or not? Fang Yue, just remember your wife, Feng Guang.” Feng Guang kissed his high nose. “You can’t have any other women in the future, and you can’t fall in love with anyone else, um… just for this lifetime.”
Fang Yue asked in a low voice, "Why not for lifetimes?"
Because she can only accompany him for one lifetime in this dimension.
Feng Guang said in a condescending tone, "Just this one life is uncertain. Who knows what the future holds? Maybe in your next life, you'll meet other women and fall in love with other women?"
"No, I won't." He tightened his grip on her hand that was rubbing against his waist in the bed. "For all eternity, I will only ever love the scenery."
She was moved for a moment, "Perhaps this is the only time I'll ever be by your side?"
“If that’s the case, then I will find another way to go to the world where you exist.” He held her hand and kissed it. “Fengguang, I am destined to be entangled with you for all eternity. If you live, I live; if you die, I will die too.”
He won't let him leave; it's a period longer than forever.
The unwavering determination in his dark eyes startled her. She had never imagined that she would hear such stubborn words from the mouth of such a selfless man. Her heart began to pound.
In a past she couldn't remember, there seemed to be a man who said he wanted to be entangled with her for all eternity. She couldn't remember who that person was, nor could she remember which world it was from.
She felt a fear of the unknown.
Fang Yue saw the panic slowly brewing in her eyes. His heart felt like it was being squeezed, and he couldn't breathe. He held her tightly in his arms and whispered, "Feng Guang, don't worry, I won't hurt you. I just... just because I love you so much. I can't imagine how I can get through the days without you."
Before he met her, his life was always very structured: when to get up, when to practice his sword, and when to go to bed. But after meeting Feng Guang, everything went wrong. He started getting up earlier, taking out the Cold Abyss Sword but just staring at it quietly, and he went to bed later, all so that he wouldn't miss her voice.
Feng Guang suddenly realized she was being too neurotic. She said in a muffled voice, "I'm not afraid. I'm just thinking, how are you going to clear your name?"
The person who framed him was none other than the respected elder, Daoist Yimu, and Fang Yue's crimes had already spread among the people. It wasn't hard to guess who the onlookers would believe.
Fang Yue was silent for a moment, then said, "I need to go back to Xuanmen to find... Yimu."
"Are you crazy!" Feng Guang lifted her head from his embrace. "Xuanmen is his territory. If you go back, wouldn't you be walking into a trap?"
"I won't let anyone else know that I've returned to Xuanmen." He stroked her head, as if soothing her hair. "I know... Yimu goes into seclusion at Mingyin Temple to meditate on the 27th of every month. I doubt he knows that I recovered so quickly from such a serious injury. Today is the 28th. Even if I can't clear my name by the 27th of next month, I will still avenge Elder Huanjian."
That day, he listened to the words of Daoist Yimu and sneaked into Elder Huanjian's study. Unexpectedly, he found Elder Huanjian's corpse. Then, his junior brothers and sisters broke in. Later, news came that the long-lost Tianyuan Difang had been found in his room.
He had his doubts, but Fang Yue could never believe them until that day when the sword pierced his body, severing their master-disciple bond completely.
As for Elder Huanjian... Fang Yue still remembers how he instructed him in swordsmanship, and he cannot bear to see him die in vain.
Feng Guang said in a serious tone, "You can go find him, but you must take me with you."
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