Just as the sun was about to set, the sound of footsteps on the snow rang out. Feng Guang suddenly stood up and looked warily at the man walking towards them from not far away.
Dressed in black, with the falling snowflakes adding a touch of white, she knew who he was at a glance.
"Mo Qing!" she cried out almost immediately and rushed toward him.
Mo Qing opened his arms and caught her as she ran towards him. He inhaled her scent deeply and asked in a low voice, "How have you been while I was away?"
"Oh no..." she sobbed, "I've been waiting for you to come back, but someone brought me here. They say I'm a ghost..."
“Now that I’m back, Fengguang doesn’t need to cry anymore.” He raised his hand and gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips. Even her pale and haggard appearance seemed to be overflowing with tenderness at this moment.
"Mo Qing..." Feng Guang felt something was wrong as she hugged him. She looked up and examined him carefully, then grabbed his empty left sleeve and asked in a daze, "Where is your hand?"
"It's nothing serious, don't worry about it."
She raised her voice, "I'm asking you, where are your hands?!"
Mo Qing sighed helplessly and could only reply, "Something unexpected happened. Don't worry about Feng Guang, I'm not in pain anymore."
She then noticed that his face was extremely pale, and they had only been separated for five or six days. How could he not feel pain from the loss of his hand?
"What did you do? Why are you missing your hand?" She cried even harder. "Is it because of me that the people of the Immortal Sect punished you? You can say... say that I seduced you, but why did they make you lose a hand?"
“The people of the Immortal Sect didn’t punish me.” He put one arm around her waist and kissed away her tears. “Don’t cry. This has nothing to do with you. My master agreed to let me come to see you, which proves that no one in the Immortal Sect will make things difficult for me.”
She gripped the empty sleeve tightly. "Then what happened to your hand?"
“I went to a very dangerous place to find something that could bring Fengguang back to life. I found it, and I’m back alive to see Fengguang again. That’s good, isn’t it?” He lowered his head slightly and kissed her lips, swallowing all her sobs.
A kiss after more than a day apart, filled with tenderness and affection, Fengguang's body slowly relaxed, and she raised her arms to wrap around his neck. Suddenly, she remembered something, opened her eyes, pushed him away, ending the kiss, and ran three steps away from him.
Mo Qing blinked. "What's wrong?"
“Someone told me… I unconsciously absorb the vital energy of living people…” she pouted and said aggrievedly, “Mo Qing, I’d better stay away from you.”
"These words were spoken by my master?"
"No... it was a man named Qiu Shi who said it." Her expression turned sour when he was mentioned.
"There is no one named Qiu Shi in the Immortal Sect."
Feng Guang paused, then asked, "So who exactly is he...?"
"Don't worry." Mo Qing's eyes darkened slightly, and he stepped forward to hug her again. "Feng Guang doesn't have to worry about anything. Let me hold you tight."
She smelled the comforting scent emanating from him, and this time she couldn't bring herself to push him away. A brief hug should be alright, right...?
The moonlight was like a hook. At the foot of the mountain, Zhiwei held a box in his hand. He was waiting for someone. Soon, the figure of a man in white appeared in his sight. However, this man's gentle eyes now concealed more indifference.
Zhiwei sighed, "Why torture yourself like this?"
He smiled and said, "Little Zhiwei, you don't understand."
“There are many things I don’t understand,” Zhiwei said with pity. “But she has been trapped for three hundred years. I hope that this time, considering that Mo Qing used one hand to get what you wanted, you can let her go, which will also be a relief for yourself.”
"So, you disobeyed my orders and let him come to see the scenery." His smile grew even colder. "How come I remember that Xiao Zhiwei used to hate the scenery?"
“I never hated her, it’s just that sometimes young people don’t like to show their true feelings.”
He laughed again, raised his hand, and the box flew into his hand. His figure disappeared into the darkness, his fleeting smile revealing a cold indifference. "I've already let go once. This time, no matter how much I have to sacrifice, I will not let go."
"Master!" In the darkness of the night, only Zhiwei's panicked voice rang out.
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