"yes."
The fact that the eldest brother came to the rescue proved that the other person was not a bad person. Yu Xiaotian did not care whether his identity would be exposed and cause trouble for himself, and admitted it frankly.
"Is Aaron really not dead?" Yang Aoxue said with a sense of relief.
"No." Yu Xiaotian shook his head.
"Aoxue is sorry for offending you just now. When A'long and I reunite one day, I will go to your house with him to thank you two in person!" Yang Aoxue swiftly put the black iron sword back into the sheath behind her back, and bowed to Mu Lige and Yu Xiaotian.
"I only did this because you are sincere to your husband."
Mu Lige turned around and walked towards the carriage without looking back. Yu Xiaotian and Yang Aoxue nodded in greeting, then followed Mu Lige into the carriage and continued their journey to Xuanyi Valley.
After glancing at the carriage passing by in front of her, Yang Aoxue slowly looked away.
"Along~"
"Where the hell are you?"
…
"Brother Long, are you okay?"
At the bottom of the deep pool beneath the Forgetful Cliff, in a bamboo hut not far from the cold pool in the valley, Long Yitian, dressed in white, suddenly felt a pang in his chest. The embroidery needle in his hand fell to the ground, and a bee, previously held in his palm, flapped its wings and flew away with a buzzing sound.
Seeing this, Feng Lingyan, who was sitting nearby sewing clothes, immediately turned her wheelchair and came to Long Yitian's side with a worried look on her face.
"Brother Feng, I'm fine. It's Aoxue! Is she...at the Cliff of Oblivion? I just felt a piercing pain in my heart. I think she must be grieving for me."
Long Yitian, dressed in white, is cold and aloof. When he thinks of Yang Aoxue, he can't help but exude a sense of sadness.
"Brother Long, you said that as long as you are alive, there is hope. I believe that you will meet Yang Aoxue again one day." Feng Lingyan patted Long Yitian's shoulder, just like when he felt despair, Long Yitian comforted him.
"Okay, Brother Feng, you're right!"
Long Yitian concealed his sad expression, picked up the embroidery needle on the ground, and continued to carve words on the bee's wings.
I hope that one day, Aoxue will see the message I sent through the bees. Otherwise, given Aoxue's personality, sixteen years of waiting for nothing will lead to her being so disappointed that she might do something foolish and commit suicide for me in a fit of rage.
After seeing that Long Yitian was alright, Feng Lingyan resumed her needlework. Ever since arriving at the bottom of the cliff, bored Feng Lingyan would make clothes for her daughter every year before her birthday. She'd make two pieces for each season, spring, summer, autumn, and winter, and she'd been doing this for sixteen years now.
Feng Lingyan was currently busy making a present for his daughter's seventeenth birthday. He didn't know when his daughter would be able to wear the clothes he had personally sewn for her...
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