Xiao Xiu sighed and slowly said, "I understand. Women blinded by love are all like this, just like... me back then."
"He told me... he never liked you." For some reason, Feng Guang couldn't bring herself to dislike the female ghost; perhaps it was because she couldn't sense any malice from her.
Xiao Xiu smiled and said, "Maybe he's right. The man who made me vows of eternal love was never him."
This is a difficult sentence to understand.
Feng Guang paused slightly. "What do you mean by that?"
"Further words are useless." Xiao Xiu sighed again and slowly said, "Miss Xia, my time is running out. I came here only to tell you not to trust him too much. Of course, you don't have to believe me. In any case, the choice is in your hands. Perhaps... he really likes you, but if you want to be locked in a cage by him..."
Xiao Xiu raised her hand and touched an invisible barrier. Those standing inside the barrier could only enjoy the view. She said again, "It doesn't matter if you lose your freedom. Maybe you can really become a perfect couple."
Upon hearing this, Feng Guang was speechless, while Xiao Xiu's body was already close to nothingness.
"Miss Xia, take care." As Xiao Xiu's last words fell, her body seemed to turn into a wisp of smoke and disappear from this world.
If she could still hear the wind, Feng Guang would have thought she was just having an illusion. She slowly reached out to catch the falling leaves, but could only touch an invisible wall.
Feng Guang put down his hand, turned around, and walked back.
As dusk fell, Wuya returned with a bunch of trinkets. He presented them all to Fengguang as if they were treasures, then picked one up casually and asked with a smile, "This is a rattle drum. Does Fengguang like it?"
“This is for little kids.” Feng Guang lay on the stone table, showing no interest whatsoever.
He then picked up a lotus lantern. "What about this one? Does Fengguang like it?"
"It's not the Lantern Festival yet, so there's no need for that." As she spoke, she turned her head in another direction.
Wuya handed her another bag of pastries, his eyes crinkling slightly. "Osmanthus cake, Fengguang will definitely like it."
"I'm not hungry."
Wuya put down what he was holding and finally went over to hug the person in his arms. "What's wrong, Fengguang? Are you in a bad mood?"
She might not like those trinkets, but she never disagrees with food.
Feng Guang shook his head. "It's nothing."
It's obvious that something is there.
Wuya didn't understand what was wrong with her, but he was unusually patient. "Fengguang, tell me, what should I do to make you happy?"
"I want to see the sun shining on one side and snow falling on the other." Feng Guang leaned against him and casually said, "Flowers can bloom on rocks and fruit can grow on withered branches."
This is completely impossible. Even a great immortal could not do something so contrary to the laws of nature, unless they used an illusion.
However, Wuya didn't find it difficult at all. Instead, he smiled easily and said, "Will Fengguang be happy if I just do these things?"
What do you mean by "just do these things"?
Each of these is extremely difficult, okay?
But as if to prove Wuya's words, a crystal snowflake landed on Fengguang's hand.
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