His eyes were a beautiful light tea color, normally very bright, and at night by the fire, they were like amber gems, brilliant as treasures.
The usually proud and arrogant person, on this particular night, actually had such gentle eyes.
Zanxing felt her heart being gently struck by something, a ray of light slipping through the crack.
The next moment, Gu Baiying hurriedly turned his head away, adding: “It’s also Taiyan Sect’s position.”
Zanxing: “…”
Fine, at a time like this, it wasn’t a good moment for romance. Moreover, Gu Baiying had the four words “Refusing Romance” written on his face and remembered in his heart.
There was a thin layer of white snow on the ground. Zanxing casually picked up a dead branch and wrote a few characters in the snow.
Gu Baiying glanced and saw “Yang Zanxing” written there, the characters crooked as dog scratches, and couldn’t help but laugh mockingly: “So ugly.”
Zanxing didn’t care and continued writing. This time, she wrote “Gu Baiying.”
Gu Baiying was stunned.
“Yang Zanxing” and “Gu Baiying” were lined up side by side. Ugly as they were, inexplicably, they looked quite harmonious.
Zanxing drew a circle, enclosing both names together.
Gu Baiying’s fingertips curled slightly, and he spoke dryly: “What do you mean by this?”
“Didn’t you say our positions are aligned?” Zanxing threw down the dead branch, looking very satisfied with her handiwork: “These two names are here, and no one is allowed to erase them. They’ll serve as proof. If you ever refuse to acknowledge this someday, there’s still black writing on white snow as evidence.”
“Childish.” Gu Baiying, hearing this, was dismissive: “When the wind blows, the snow will bury the characters. Where would you find evidence?”
“So,” Zanxing stared into his eyes, solemnly patting his shoulder: “The promise must not only remain in the snow, but more importantly, remain in the heart. Master Uncle, you must keep my words in your heart.”
The place touched by her finger gradually became burning hot. Even hotter was her gaze, containing eager anticipation, as if this promise she was making with him at this moment was the most important thing in her entire life.
Gu Baiying said uncomfortably: “…I know.”
Zanxing withdrew her hand with satisfaction, yawned, and pulled the cloak tighter around herself: “I’m a bit tired. You continue keeping watch, I’ll sleep a bit more.”
She leaned back against the stone wall, closed her eyes, and soon her breathing became even. She fell asleep quickly.
The fire continued burning. The young man stared at the names in the snow in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.
A gust of north wind rushed in from outside, carrying snow particles that charged toward the fire, scattering a small part of the names on the ground. He suddenly awakened, instinctively reaching out to protect the snowy ground in front of him. Suddenly realizing what he was doing, his movement froze abruptly.
Snow continued falling, and in the cave, each person had their sweet dreams.
He stared down at the snowy ground for a moment, finally extending his hand, forming a wind-shielding incantation, and carefully covering it over those two names. Then he lowered his head and smiled helplessly.
Zanxing was awakened by noise.
The clamorous sounds from her ear made it hard to ignore. She drowsily opened her eyes and heard Tian Fangfang’s delighted shout: “That must be the Sacred Tree! It’s so bright, it’s the Sacred Tree. Who would have thought that after wearing out iron shoes in fruitless searching, we’d find it without any effort—it was so easy for us to find!”
“The Sacred Tree?” Zanxing sat up with a start and saw Tian Fangfang and the others gathered at the cave entrance, looking down at something.
“Junior sister, you’re awake?” Tian Fangfang turned around, saw Zanxing, and hurriedly called: “Come quickly and look, we found the Sacred Tree!”