Chapter 313 The World of Mortals
When a dragon meets someone it likes, it will often gently stroke every scale of that person.
It is also a silent vow:
Accompanied by breath, depicted with thoughts.
The tender feelings are inscribed between the shimmering dragon scales, expressing a gentle yet persistent sentiment.
Her originally light hair fell down slightly, as if it were covered with night dew, with a few strands gently clinging to her neck.
I've known about the special period for the Dragon Clan for quite some time, but I never expected it to go so drastically!
Because Yao Ling and Xiu Yin have pure bloodlines, and more importantly, because they are twins.
Their cycles completely overlapped and coincided, creating an indescribable synchronous resonance.
This extraordinary synchronization, instead of distracting the impulse, acts like a resonating cavity, resulting in a multiplication of intensity.
That's why she's been in this cave for six whole months.
Six months!
It's not six days!
All the birds in the trees have hatched and flown away; she was so jealous she almost went insane on the spot.
The tides of light and darkness revolve here, endlessly, stretching each second to an immeasurable length.
She had already exhausted all her strength, her consciousness floating like a light boat in the mist, as if even the strength to support her body had dissipated with the wind, and she drifted for a long time between dreaming and waking.
Her curled eyelashes drooped quietly, and faint tear stains were still visible on her fair face. A faint blush spread across the corners of her eyes, and her hair at her temples was a little messy.
The words "sister" echoed in my ears, faint and indistinct, as if they were real and unreal.
His voice was low and deep, with a hint of unfamiliar hoarseness, and was filled with an indescribable joy and longing.
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
Forget about her, she's practically about to be dissected!
Jiang Xianwan's eyelashes were tightly closed, her heart screaming like a mad dog, a tear silently sliding down her cheek, and for the umpteenth time, she felt the urge to die for a while.
Dragons are ultimately different from mortals.
She originally thought that Yao Ling was pure and gentle, and that everything would be like a gentle breeze and fine rain.
But unexpectedly, a dragon is still a dragon.
It has absolutely nothing to do with personality!
Its powerful dragon breath is long and continuous, and it coincides with a long cycle, which is simply unbearable for humans.
That's right!
It's absolutely impossible for a human to get through this!!!
Jiang Xianwan felt utterly powerless countless times, and the urge to hang himself from a tree in the southeast reached its peak!
real.
She really wanted to ask.
Why a dragon of all things!
Instead of other animals!
The fox's ability to lock people up is already abnormal.
This dragon...this dragon...
One is... two!!!
The dragon's breath made her dizzy and disoriented, and she remained in a daze.
It's simply...morally depraved, with absolutely no bottom line!
Capable ones, incapable ones.
They've all done it.
Jiang Xianwan closed her eyes tightly, thankful that she was still alive.
He deliberately suppressed his breathing to make it long and even, not daring to reveal even a trace of being awake.
She can clearly perceive all the movements in the outside world.
The fingertips, like brushing across the strings of a musical instrument, gently traced the contours of her face, each movement slow and deliberate, as if confirming the most precious mark.
A breath brushed past his ear, and as he leaned closer, it felt like a gentle breeze on a spring night, stirring a subtle tremor wherever it touched.
Jiang Xianwan: "..." To be honest, it's a bit emo.
That's enough.
She's really had enough.
I don't want to touch this place again for three years!
Yao Ling and Xiu Yin were born with appearances that left people speechless, their features as if meticulously drawn with ink.
One is as cold as ice, the other as soft as water.
At this moment, however, they all had dark eyebrows and eyes, and were almost dazzlingly beautiful.
Her eyes were lightly closed, her eyelashes drooping like raven feathers, and her gaze was like flowing water bathed in moonlight.
Yet, deep within those eyes, a faint trace of unfamiliar spring lingered.
It was as if a god had fallen from the heavens to the mortal world, inadvertently tainted by the spirits of demons.
A thin layer of red spread behind Yao Ling's ears, like rouge seeping into jade, with a dark surge of blood.
Even now, he is still in a daze, finding it hard to believe that his sister has returned here, willingly confined to this small prison.
They left behind shared marks on the cave walls.
The days and nights spent together, and the intertwined carvings on the cave walls, softened his heart.
All the loneliness and bitterness of the past seemed to melt away quietly at this moment, and the soul was reshaped as if it had been caressed by a spring breeze.
Sweat silently slid down his forehead and soaked into his clothes, but he was completely unaware of it.
Using the faint light of the suspended mermaid pearl, his gaze lingered on that sleeping profile for a long time, not daring to disturb it in the slightest.
As if handling a rare treasure, his fingertips traced her outline with utmost gentleness and slowness, again and again, writing down countless expressions of longing.
She slept peacefully in his arms, like an exhausted young animal, her breathing shallow, her long eyelashes casting fine shadows, her face serene like never before.
A warm feeling welled up in Yao Ling's heart, and she couldn't help but lower her head, burying her face gently in her hair, close to her snow-white shoulders and neck, lingering there for a long time.
Feeling her warmth and breath, I realized that the person before me was not a fleeting illusion, but a real and tangible refuge.
In a daze, a low, hoarse murmur escaped from his throat, like a dream, yet filled with an indescribable longing.
He mumbled out two words:
"elder sister……"
Jiang Xianwan: "..." He almost lost his breath, and yet another major breach of his defenses.
Xiu Yin breathed softly, and his originally sharp aura softened, as if the ice and snow were melting and spring was gently wafting.
He lowered his eyes and gazed deeply at that bright and beautiful face. The coldness that had never faded in his eyes over the years had long since dissipated, leaving only a deep and almost intoxicating tenderness.
A few strands of sweat-dampened black hair clung to his forehead and neck, but he didn't care at all, only gently brushing away the damp strands of hair from her cheek with his fingertips.
She gently touched those long, thick, dark eyelashes, which resembled translucent butterfly wings.
After repeatedly confirming that this warmth would not disappear, he gently rested his chin on the top of her head and closed his eyes.
It was as if they were holding a rare treasure that had been lost and found again, and they even held their breath to an extremely subtle degree.
Jiang Xianwan's nerves tensed slightly, his thick eyelashes resting as if on a fixed point, frozen in place.
Only when a shadow passes before her eyes does her eyelashes tremble slightly, and she dares not curl her fingertips, for fear that if she breaks down, she will not be able to keep up the pretense.
absurd.
That's still too absurd.
She could have come and gone with ease, but upon seeing two pairs of eyes filled with panic and tears, she couldn't help herself and took a step, slowly entering the cave.
Holding the sharp-edged stone, they carved marks on the cave wall.
A mark represents a day.
but.
She forgot.
Once, when her heart was free from any worldly thoughts, she stood at a similar crossroads and gently stroked that scarred lychee tree.
Just like her now, she made the same choice.
Step by step, I entered this jewel-filled cave, willingly stepping into the chaotic world of mortals.
On the hazy, pearly cave walls, marks of varying depths, as clear as the thoughts in one's heart, are etched.
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