Jiang Fan stood in a daze at the spot.
He wondered, why did the silent Ziwei Fairy, who was always kind to him, suddenly become unreasonable and then resort to moral coercion.
It turned out, she saw Jiang Fan’s Purple Sword being taken away, and couldn’t bear to see him lose it.
So she forcibly wanted to bring Jiang Fan back to force a marriage.
Actually, she wanted to give the Purple Sword, and Green Frost to him.
Jiang Fan clenched the Heavenly Thunder Stone, feeling a whirlwind of emotions inside.
He turned back to glance at Star Mountain, standing silently.
The Little Qilin leaned its round head over, curiously watching Jiang Fan’s eyes.
His eyes were no longer calm.
Like an autumn lake, a breeze stirred endless ripples.
It was an emotion the Little Qilin had never seen on Jiang Fan before.
Couldn’t quite discern what it was.
Seemed like hesitation, seemed like guilt, also seemed like longing.
It waved its small paws in front of Jiang Fan’s eyes, saying: "Master, what’s wrong?"
Jiang Fan withdrew his gaze, his voice slightly hoarse.
"Saying goodbye to an old acquaintance once missed."
He took one last look at Star Mountain, murmuring:
"May you be treated with kindness for the rest of your life."
With those words, he silently turned around, disappearing into the long night.
Meanwhile.
Inside the cave.
Ziwei Fairy was already dressed up.
Her long black hair smoothly cascaded down her back, and the exquisite, elegant red dress enhanced her tall and captivating figure with a dash of brilliance.
The delicate and splendid phoenix crown shimmered with a hazy glow.
She sat before the copper mirror, gazing at her reflection, murmuring softly:
"I once said, not to meet again in this life."
"Didn’t expect that we meet again, Jiang Fan."
She held the golden mask on her face, slowly removing it.
A stunningly beautiful young face made the copper mirror shine a bit brighter.
Her brows were gentle, her expression soft, her features exquisitely picturesque.
Yet, lacked a bit of the vivacity a young girl should have.
Had gained a bit of maturity.
She was none other than Xu Yining.
Gazing at her reflection in splendid attire, she couldn’t help but smile faintly:
"Fate truly loves to mock people."
"The marriage contract personally destroyed long ago, returns in another form after so long."
"Thank you."
"Thank heaven for letting me fulfill the dream of being Jiang Fan’s bride, for allowing me to put a full stop to the regret of youth."
"But..."
She gently removed the phoenix crown from her head and placed it softly on the dressing mirror, murmuring:
"Our story actually, has ended long ago."
Two teardrops fell silently onto the phoenix crown.
Followed by shimmering and bright red gems, sliding quietly.
"Jiang Fan."
She gently caressed the phoenix crown that appeared in her dreams countless times, tears spilling like a kite with a broken string, unstoppable:
"Forgive me for my youthful recklessness."
"If there’s a next life, I won’t let go, I’ll hold your hand and grow old with you."
"But this life, ends here."
"For the rest of your days, please... take care."
An ancient towering tree.