Time flies, and before we know it, the year is coming to an end.
As the year draws to a close, a festive and peaceful atmosphere permeates every household, but Yun Qingluo feels a faint sense of worry.
She has only met Mo Beichen a handful of times recently.
Originally, according to the plan, we could have returned to the Sumeru Continent earlier, but things did not go as smoothly as we had imagined.
For some unknown reason, a conflict arose between Mo Beichen and Xuan Ming. Xuan Ming seemed to harbor resentment towards Mo Beichen for establishing his own power and began to frequently interfere, causing various strongholds of the First Building to experience problems.
Faced with such a thorny situation, Mo Beichen had no choice but to stay and deal with these troublesome matters.
Yun Qingluo always wanted to understand what had happened between Mo Beichen and Xuan Ming, but every time Mo Beichen dragged his tired body home in the middle of the night, she was already fast asleep.
When she woke up the next morning, Mo Beichen had already quietly left, leaving her with only endless doubts and longing.
This cycle repeated itself, with each meeting taking several days to pass.
As the days passed, and the year drew to a close, Yun Qingluo grew increasingly anxious.
She longed to be honest with Mo Beichen and work together to solve their current predicament.
But reality is often frustrating, and the two were never able to find a suitable opportunity to sit down and have a proper talk.
Yun Qingluo expressed her sadness, saying that even though she had gone out to look for Mo Beichen several times, she had always come up empty-handed.
If Mo Yu hadn't explained, she would have felt that Mo Beichen was deliberately avoiding her.
The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.
The wind was biting cold, and the chill was bone-chilling.
But Yun Qingluo's heart remained as firm as a rock—she was determined to wait for Mo Beichen.
To stay alert and energetic, Yun Qingluo drank two large cups of steaming, fragrant tea and coffee.
It must be said that tea and coffee, which are hailed as one of the "national treasures of China," are truly amazing.
Although it was nearly midnight, Yun Qingluo felt no sleepiness at all; on the contrary, she felt exceptionally invigorated, as if her whole body was full of energy.
Her already bright and captivating eyes became even more piercing, like two dazzling gems, shining with a firm and ardent light.
As the clouds slanted down, an indescribable excitement and lofty ambition surged within me.
She felt like Mulan from the ancient legend, about to take her father's place on the battlefield, bravely and fearlessly.
This wonderful feeling made her both nervous and excited, and at the same time, she was full of anticipation for the future.
Xiao Yi felt inexplicably guilty. "Aren't you overreacting? If Mo Beichen finds out, won't he try every means to kill me?"
Yun Qingluo tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep, so she changed to a more comfortable position lying on the bed.
"Good heavens, I only had two drinks, how can I be so excited? I feel like I could go clubbing right now." At this moment, Yun Qingluo's mind was incredibly clear.
The waiting made her increasingly anxious, so she got up, went out of the room, fetched a basin of water, and began wiping the tables, chairs, and windows.
Even so, I still couldn't calm down, and my excitement remained undiminished.
Let's wipe it again then!
But the result was still unsatisfactory, and my heart was beating faster and faster.
Yun Qinglu kept changing the water basins, squatting down to scrub the floor until it was spotless.
Not only that, she also changed the curtains, taking out the beautiful curtains she had previously stored in the modern world from the system and putting them on.
Then he started fiddling with the blankets on the bed, folding them up and spreading them out again and again.
Xiao Yi, who was standing to the side, looked quite tired.
"Please, stop swaying around like that, okay? Aren't you tired? Just watching you makes me feel exhausted."
Xiao Yi stared longingly at the still energetic and lively Yun Qingluo, her fear growing stronger.
If that madman Mo Beichen finds out that it was me who gave Yun Qing this terrible idea, wouldn't he want to put me to death?
No...
wrong!
It and Yunqingluo have a relationship of life and death, honor and disgrace!
If it encounters misfortune, then Yun Qingluo will naturally not be spared either; but if something happens to Yun Qingluo, it may not necessarily be unable to escape its fate.
So what exactly am I afraid of?
What's there to be afraid of!
Thinking of this, Xiao Yi immediately straightened her back: "Let's go, let's go to the herb garden to water the plants!"
Yun Qingluo was in a state of extreme excitement at the moment, and she couldn't wait to do something.
Upon hearing Xiao Yi's suggestion, she immediately used her mind to enter the system and exclaimed, "Great! Let's go water the plants!"
In fact, these herbs do not require artificial irrigation at all. With just a thought, water will be automatically replenished to the herb field.
When Mo Beichen returned home, he found that the lights in Yun Qingluo's room were already off.
Seeing this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew that Yun Qingluo wanted to ask him some questions, but at this moment he didn't know how to answer.
It all stemmed from Xuanming, that troublesome guy.
Xuanming's marriage, which he insisted on dragging into, annoyed Mo Beichen immensely, yet he was powerless to retaliate.
After all, if he gets angry, his own power will be hindered.
The reason he has been so busy and overwhelmed during this period is thanks to them.
Mo Beichen never expected that Xuan Ming, the king of the Xuan Cang Continent, would be so despicable, shameless, and brazen.
His behavior was no different from that of a street thug.
This caused Mo Beichen's disgust and annoyance towards Xuan Ming to instantly reach a whole new level.
Mo Beichen cautiously groped his way into the house, and as soon as he stepped in, he wanted to run away.
Luo Luo did not fall asleep.
"Ah Chen, you're finally back." A soft and familiar voice drifted into my ears.
Mo Beichen's body stiffened instantly, and he sighed helplessly, knowing that he could no longer escape.
He slowly turned around and walked towards the direction of the sound.
Yun Qingluo sat upright at the table, her eyes sharp and her expression a mixture of amusement and something else, staring intently at Mo Beichen.
"Yes, you're back. It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?" Mo Beichen walked up to Yun Qingluo and asked softly.
Yun Qingluo slightly raised her head, a hint of sorrow in her eyes: "Because I was waiting for you. Yesterday was Laba Festival, and you didn't come home all day. I waited for you all day."
Indeed, Yun Qingluo was overjoyed and looked forward to Mo Beichen returning to spend the festival with her.
She carefully prepared delicious Laba porridge and waited anxiously all day, but he never appeared.
Mo Beichen listened quietly to Yun Qingluo's words, and at the same time, he reached out and gently waved his hand to light the candles in the room.
Instantly, the entire room was bathed in bright candlelight.
His gaze then fell on the food box on the table, and a sense of doubt arose in his heart.
"It was my oversight..."
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