"Brother Long just massaged my legs this morning, and they still look like new legs, not atrophied at all."
Feng Lingyan felt immense gratitude towards Long Yitian. For sixteen years, Long Yitian had daily expended his inner energy to massage his legs, preserving them, so that he could one day return to the outside world and have his legs healed. If it weren't for Long Yitian's encouragement, Feng Lingyan felt she might have been too desperate to persevere.
"We both share the same suffering and can be considered brothers in distress. I am only one year older than you, so I am arrogant and call myself your elder brother. Brother Feng, there is no need to be so polite. It is fate that we can meet here." Long Yitian comforted him.
Ever since jumping off the Cliff of Oblivion sixteen years ago, and parting ways with Aoxue for so many years, Long Yitian's heart had long since calmed down. Living in an ancient tomb or at the bottom of a cold pond was the same to him. The only difference was that here he had a living Feng Lingyan to keep him company.
Just as Long Yitian and Feng Lingyan were having lunch in the bamboo house, Yang Aoxue jumped out of the cold pond.
Breathing in the fresh air, looking at the quiet and peaceful valley she was in, and a bamboo house not far away, Yang Aoxue suppressed her inner excitement, quickly emerged from the water, and used her internal energy to dry her clothes, shoes and hair.
With every step forward, Yang Aoxue felt like she was stepping on her own heart; with every step closer to the bamboo house, Yang Aoxue's longing for Long Yitian grew stronger.
Looking at the simple but quiet and elegant bamboo house, and the two pieces of clothes, one white and one gray, hanging in front of the door, Yang Aoxue's eyes were red and filled with tears. Her throat rolled and her voice choked.
"Aaron, is that you?"
Yang Aoxue stood in front of the bamboo house, feeling both excited and scared. Suddenly, she felt as if her hands weighed a thousand pounds and she couldn't lift them up to push open the thin bamboo door.
"Aoxue~"
Inside the bamboo house, Long Yitian heard the familiar yet distant voice coming from outside the house, a voice that had appeared in his dreams thousands of times. The chopsticks in his hand suddenly fell to the ground with a "snap" sound...
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