Su Jing didn’t want Baili An to leave here.
She still wanted to set kites all over the mountains when the spring breeze arrives next year. On his birthday, she would also take him down the mountain to see the city full of snow and fireworks.
Li Bansheng smiled and patted her head, saying, "Then hold him tight, even if you get bitten, hold on tight, because only when he’s in your palm, he won’t belong to soone else."
The confusion in Su Jing’s eyes dissipated, and she nodded earnestly.
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At the edge of the Snow Cliff, the fierce north wind howled, and cold snow drifted down.
Baili An rarely relaxed, sitting lazily at the cliff’s edge, his legs swinging back and forth over the Abyss, his garnt blown open by the gusts, his wide robe and blood-stained, loose bandages fluttering wildly in the snowstorm.
His gaze was deep as he looked at the distant snowy scenery, his sight projecting far.
"Have you still decided to leave Taixuan?"
Behind Baili An, the Fire Lotus blood, as Su Guanhai gracefully and casually stepped on the Fire Lotus to arrive, looking at Baili An’s back with loving and gentle eyes.
Baili An nodded, without turning around, he replied, "For so many years, thank you, Uncle Su, for taking care of . I appreciate your kindness, Uncle Su."
Su Guanhai mimicked his posture, very lazily sitting at the Snow Cliff’s edge, his legs swinging in rhythm with Baili An’s.
With a playful smile on his face, he said, "Otherwise, you can embrace it both physically and ntally. I know Su Jing isn’t as pretty as the Yin Family’s girl, it’s a grievance for you, but my child really likes you very much.
As a father, I’ll say sothing selfish, I hope my child can be happy."
Baili An turned his head to look at Su Guanhai’s charming face, and said seriously:
"I’m sorry, before this, I’ve already made a promise to soone, once a heart holds soone, it’s hard to give it to another.
Su Jing is great, it has nothing to do with appearance, I like her very much, but not in a romantic way."
Su Guanhai’s forrly radiant eyes dimd all at once.
Coos... coos...
A white carrier pigeon spiraled down from the sky above the Snow Cliff.
Baili An’s gaze shifted slightly, and he extended his arm towards the carrier pigeon.
Only extraordinary pigeons could fly to Nanze Mountain.
As always, Baili An habitually scratched the pigeon’s chin before starting to untie the letter attached to it.
The letter contained only four short words:
’I have advanced.’
She once said that if she broke through and advanced, her father would let her freely descend the mountain.
Yesterday, Zheng Siyan ntioned the wager that if she advanced before him, their direct bet would be nullified.
Baili An was stunned for nearly half a tea’s ti before he realized what had happened.
Advanced?
How long has it been since she broke through the Eighth-grade?
Baili An was certainly confident in her, but he never thought that the stead bun girl would miraculously create an amazing miracle.
From yesterday to today, Zheng Siyan’s chance of breakthrough was minimal.
And her sending the letter here was a very simple purpose, telling her that she had won and could co down the mountain to find him.
Su Guanhai disappeared from beside him without knowing when.
The entire Snow Cliff was left with only him.
Baili An carefully preserved that letter, placing it in his most treasured Vermilion Bird Qiankun Bag, stored with the previous correspondences.
He didn’t return to the Quiet Garden, sitting atop the Snow Cliff the entire night.
At dawn, he tidied up his wide robe, straightening the garnts scattered by the cold wind, fastening his clothes, and securing his hair crown.
ticulously arranged, he turned to descend the mountain.
At the sa ti, a girl in a blue-green garnt was slowly ascending the mountain path of Nanze Mountain, moving towards Baili An.
The frost and snow oppressed the grasses, occasionally revealing a few stubborn new shoots peeking through the accumulated snow.
A sleepless night, the fresh scent of the frozen morning snow was inhaled into the chest with each breath, and the previously drowsy, hazy sleepiness was slightly awakened by it.
The snow-covered Northern barren hills had been buried by heavy snow; when Baili An reached the quiet Nanshan, his steps halted.
The heavy snow had stopped; amidst the penetrating winter snow scene, there was a faint whiff of floral scent seemingly emanating along the misty stream.
The scent was light, as epheral as the morning mist at twilight, yet in Baili An’s heart, it was extraordinarily profound and unforgettable.
In the cold season, the mountain stream’s surface had frozen over a thin layer of ice.
Under the impact of the rushing river water, the thin ice cracked and collided, the rging and clashing of ice and water producing a naturally lodious sound of spring water tinkling against rocks.
In the hazy mountain scenery, across the winding river, the girl in a blue-green garnt stood gracefully against the wind, her wide sleeves fluttering, as if an Immortal in a painting.
Through the layers of mountain mist and the rising smoke-like clouds from the river surface, the girl’s features appeared blurry and indistinct, giving a feeling that she might drift away with the wind at any mont.
Even though the features were unseen, Baili An knew, at this mont, she was certainly watching him quietly from there.
The mountain wind was silent, the flowing clouds soundless.
Her ink-black long hair floated like three thousand strands of the Ruishui River, her cyan garnt fluttering as she moved; compared to the parting two years ago, the girl had grown quite a bit taller.
She still carried an endearing youthful innocence, as pure as plum blossoms, genuine throughout her life.
The reed is lush, the white dew turns to frost.
The one called beautiful, resides by the waterside.
Tracing upstream to find her, the path is long and winding.
Tracing downstream to find her, she seems in the water’s heart...
She is his beauty, on the other side of the water.
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