Ling Xinghua: ...
I’m so worried. He’s not that old yet, why does he have to start taking care of children?
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On the way down the mountain, they were overtaken by several waves of people. When they were finally the last one left, Murong Xuanlang spoke.
"I always thought Sect Master Yan was not kind to you, but today I realized that I was narrow-minded."
Gu Xingyun pulled off a piece of foxtail grass, shook it in his hand, and didn't respond.
"I always called myself a close friend and even complained about you, thinking you were distant from me. Now I realize that it was all just wishful thinking on my part."
"It turns out I never really understood you. I was just like everyone else, blinded by a single leaf and unable to see the essence."
His steps were somewhat heavy. "But Xingyun, my feelings for you are not fake. I really want to care about you and help you solve your problems. You are the first friend I have taken the initiative to make, and I don't want to give up this friendship."
Gu Xingyun glanced at him and said, "Young Palace Master, you are too kind."
"Look, you're not willing to open up to me at all now."
Murong Xuanlang smiled bitterly: "You were not like this before."
Gu Xingyun held the grass in his mouth without saying a word.
Murong Xuanlang paused and asked bluntly, "You've found a new place to put your hopes, right?"
Gu Xingyun stopped moving and finally looked him in the eye: "What do you mean?"
A breeze blew through the mountains, bringing a hint of coolness.
The clouds rolled, and the gate of Yuxu Sect was looming.
Murong Xuanlang laughed self-deprecatingly: "Xingyun, I am not a dull person. I can see the changes you have made over the years."
His eyes were dazed, lost in memories: "When we met and got to know each other when we were young, I was willing to devote my heart to you because I could clearly feel the message you conveyed to me at that time."
Gu Xingyun looked at him and asked silently.
Murong Xuanlang spoke very slowly, fearing that he couldn't hear clearly: "Life-saving straw."
"At that time, the look you gave me contained these four words, and with it came the youthful recklessness, the kind of honest and passionate feelings that no one would refuse."
"Nonsense."
Gu Xingyun retorted with a cold face.
Murong Xuanlang didn't care about his attitude. "I've experienced sincerity, so I can tell the difference between courtesy and perfunctory. Xingyun, I should apologize for my ignorance, but you should also bear some of the misunderstanding."
"Most of what I know about you comes from what you've told me. In the picture you've drawn, all I can see is an image of someone who suffered abuse and struggled to survive. You've never explained the deeper meaning to me, nor have you told me that you're actually very important to Sect Master Yan, so important that he'd give up so much for you."
In the eighteen years of Gu Xingyun's life, he met all kinds of people, but only Murong Xuanlang could analyze these things with him calmly and rationally at this time.
Murong Xuanlang stood there, his face still pale, but his eyes were unusually clear.
"I think you owe me an explanation, too."
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