One hundred years is too long (revised)
Lin Huaiyu remained rooted to the spot, like a statue frozen in time.
Yun Qian frowned slightly: "What are you standing there for?"
She stepped forward until the two of them were only an arm's length apart.
Lin Huaiyu's gaze remained fixed on her face.
After a long while, he slowly raised his hand, his fingers gently touching Yun Qian's warm, soft cheek.
This is the real Yun Qian.
It's neither fantasy nor a fleeting dream.
The glass bottle and jade pendant hanging from his waist made a crisp tinkling sound as he moved.
The sound seemed to awaken him from his slumber, and Lin Huaiyu finally came to his senses, pulling the person into his arms.
Until this moment, the heart that had been hanging in mid-air for a hundred years finally landed steadily.
A warm, damp sensation touched her neck. Yun Qian gently wrapped her arms around his waist, her voice tinged with a helpless smile: "Why does everyone have to cry?"
Lin Huaiyu chuckled softly, buried her face in Yun Qian's neck, and said in a muffled voice, "A hundred years is too long, Yun Qian."
"Has it been a long time?" she asked softly.
“A hundred years is not a long time,” Lin Huaiyu said slowly.
For cultivators, a hundred years is indeed not a long time. They have long lifespans, and the marks that time leaves on them are always very faint.
But a hundred years of longing is far too long.
Countless nights, even when he saw Yun Qian's figure in his dreams, he couldn't bear to wake up. Whenever he awoke from a long dream and realized that he might never see her again in this life, he also had thoughts of suicide.
Fortunately, he didn't do that.
Fortunately, he waited for Yun Qian.
During the days when Lin Huaiyu frantically consulted the oracle a hundred years ago, the incomplete hexagrams repeatedly told him that this person had vanished from the Three Realms. But he still tried again and again, until that final hexagram.
Before Lin Huaiyu fell into a coma, he saw a hexagram formed by connecting lines, which indicated that everything could turn around.
So Lin Huaiyu clung to that faint hope and waited year after year.
He thought the turning point lay in the remnant soul belonging to Yun Qian within the glass bottle, and he carefully nourished it with his spiritual power every day. Until today, that remnant soul suddenly disappeared. He searched every corner of Cangmin Mountain, and when he realized he couldn't find the remnant soul, Lin Huaiyu almost resigned himself to death.
If Jingheyuan doesn't have it either, he probably won't wait any longer. A hundred years is too long; he can't wait another hundred years.
However, Lin Huaiyu would never let Yun Qian know these thoughts.
Yun Qian gently pushed him away; the hug had been too forceful, so tight that she could barely breathe.
Lin Huaiyu took her hand in his, and the moment their fingers intertwined, Yun Qian looked down and let him hold her hand.
A gentle evening breeze ruffled the stray hairs by her ears. She looked up at Lin Huaiyu, and in a daze, she seemed to truly feel the passage of time, and the hundred years she had missed in Cangmin Mountain.
A hundred years is too long, Lin Huaiyu.
She whispered to herself.
Yun Qian's condition had improved considerably after drinking the medicine Bai Chuan gave her, but the deep-seated weariness still lingered. She pulled Lin Huaiyu back into the house, wanting to sit down and rest for a while.
Only when they sat side by side on the couch, shoulder to shoulder, their body heat gently passing between them through their clothes, did Lin Huaiyu's long-wandering thoughts seem to finally find their home. This real touch and closeness soothed all the unease in his heart.
Zhihua slowly woke up, and habitually snuggled over to lie down next to Yunqian again.
The room was completely quiet.
Yun Qian turned her head slightly, intending to look at Lin Huaiyu, but her gaze met his, which was already fixed on her. His gaze was deep and focused, as if he had been watching her like that for a long time. In the instant their eyes met, a silent tenderness filled the air.
Their breathing unconsciously softened, and they involuntarily drew closer to each other. Their warm breaths mingled, and their lips were about to touch…
"Can't!"
A crisp sound suddenly broke the ambiguous atmosphere in the room.
Zhihua had woken up at some point. It stood in front of Yun Qian, its small head tilted to the side, its round eyes staring intently at Lin Huaiyu, full of vigilance.
Lin Huaiyu turned his head away, sighed almost inaudibly, and a helpless smile flashed across his eyes. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers crisply.
An invisible light curtain descended instantly, precisely enveloping the little guy.
Zhihua stared wide-eyed in disbelief, jumping up and down in anger through the light screen: "Lin Huaiyu! You're a madman!"
Outside that isolation array, all the noise was shut out. Lin Huaiyu leaned down, and his kiss landed.
Yun Qian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she subconsciously raised her hand to grasp the front of his shirt, the soft fabric wrinkling slightly between her fingers. The overly long kiss made her breath catch in her throat, and her heart trembled.
A hundred years of deep longing melted away in this moment, mingling with their breaths and lips, spreading silently and enveloping them tightly.
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