Feng Guang's eyes sparkled. "So when did you start liking me?"
"I don't know either."
In the Xuanmen sect, he was a serious senior disciple. Apart from the junior sister who would always come to him with requests, and would get angry and run away when she couldn't get what she wanted, no other junior disciples were willing to approach him. Xuanqing was also too young, so he rarely talked to anyone. He spent his days diligently cultivating to pass the time. His interaction with Fengguang was an accident, but undeniably, it gave him some fun in his boring days.
Gradually, he took out the Cold Abyss Sword more and more often. He liked the relaxed feeling when talking to her. Even though he rarely spoke, her lively personality ensured that there was never an awkward silence.
Fang Yue thought he considered this girl named Feng Guang a friend, until she inexplicably appeared before him when he was injured at the Demon Suppression Tower...
Because of his serious injuries, he couldn't see her face clearly. Later, he heard his fellow disciples mention this mysterious woman in their conversation. Their comments about Feng Guang always started with the same sentence: "She is really beautiful."
It was at this moment that Fang Yue realized something was wrong with his mood, because he felt a faint, very subtle jealousy.
He was jealous that they could see her face clearly, jealous that they could comment on her without restraint. He, the most respected senior disciple of the Xuanmen sect, was a role model for all the disciples. He could never so openly express his feelings for a girl.
Even when Xuanqing handed him the sword tassel and held it in his palm, he became even more jealous, despite his calm and gentle expression.
He, who had never been moved before, suddenly realized, rather belatedly, that he had fallen in love with this girl.
But then he felt despair.
They are from two different worlds.
Seeing that he suddenly fell silent, Feng Guang reached out and covered his face, her thumb gently tracing the corner of his handsome eyes, and murmured, "Fang Yue, what's wrong?"
“Fengguang…” He grasped her hand that was resting on his face, gently stroking her smooth, fair skin. His indifferent gaze darkened. “I’m afraid. What will I do if you disappear from this world again like last time?”
Feng Guang was stunned. She couldn't answer the question either. This time travel was different from the time travel given to her by the system. She couldn't control it. Maybe tomorrow, or in a quarter of an hour, she would return to her own world.
This is indeed a very heavy issue.
Fang Yue didn't like her troubled look. He took her hand, placed it to his lips, and gently kissed the back of her hand. "It's okay. Even if Fengguang goes back in glory, I will work hard to cultivate. I will find a way to go to your world to find you. When that time comes, Fengguang, wait for me, okay?"
“Okay…” Feng Guang avoided his wound, hugged his waist, buried her head in his shoulder, and took a deep breath.
The things that are easiest to say are often the hardest to do.
For example, she is constantly calling the system, but there is no response in her mind.
Fang Yue liked her being so close to him; his previously heavy mood lifted considerably. The scent of her body lingered around his nose, which gave him a sense of satisfaction. "Feng Guang, I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing to me?" Her voice was soft, as if she were about to fall asleep. Indeed, she had fought with all her might against that old bastard today, and now she was lying down, completely exhausted.
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