When fate cos and goes, the life plate is tangled into a disordered ss, already beyond understanding.
Life is blown into snow, the taste of the world brewed into tea, with a broad chest, nothing remains in the heart.
The wildfire sweeps the sky, flas burning the rivers, the chess pieces on the dilapidated palace flutter like wind and rain, ready to transform into fire at any mont.
Even though Baili An has no strategy in mind, at this mont, his heart is unexpectedly light.
It has nothing to do with life or death, nothing to do with the way ho, just honoring this life, this heart not betraying.
"Xiao Shuang, I have a gift for you."
With spiritual power infused into the Qiankun Bag at his waist, as light flickered, an ancient black-sheathed, silver-carved longsword was taken by Baili An and held lightly on his arm.
Yin Baishuang gasped softly, her eyes filled with surprise and joy, shaking Baili An’s arm: "Mo Yang Sword?!"
Baili An hadn’t spoken yet, and the next mont her small, cool hands pinched his ear. Yin Baishuang raised her delicate brows: "You little An, so when I threw down the sword, you secretly picked it up, didn’t you? Did you rember who I was back then, and still played dumb with ?"
She pretended to be angry, but couldn’t hide the smile in her eyes.
Baili An hugged the sword, looking as if he was letting her do as she pleased.
"How could I dare, how could I dare? If I had recovered my mory back then, how could I have let Xiao Shuang throw this sword into the lake, discarding it?"
Yin Baishuang finally withdrew her hand and added, "Indeed, if you had rembered, how could you have gotten close with that poker-faced Evil Star Su Jing, defending her everywhere, saving her life with such closeness?"
There was a hint of jealousy in her tone, Baili An wanted to explain, but what Yin Baishuang said was undeniably true, so he could only smile wryly with helplessness.
At that ti, Baili An didn’t know the truth, though he t Su Jing with swords drawn first, his attitude towards her was more about respect and wanting to make a connection.
Later on, not to ntion the close encounter in the cold pool, but on that night of drinking, if not for Ning Feiyan’s ddling like a wildcat, ensnaring himself, he probably wouldn’t have been able to clear things up with Su Jing for life.
Despite this, he hadn’t taken any substantial actions against Su Jing, but fragnts of his mory confird he was lured into acts that went beyond the limits between n and won with her.
At the ti, he was confused and didn’t understand why Su Jing, who was cold and indifferent to everyone, was so particularly lenient with him.
Now thinking back, this woman must have had hundreds of tricks up her sleeve.
Seeing him silent, Yin Baishuang huffed with a note of grievance:
"Even if you don’t say, I can imagine that devil Su Jing, how could she restrain herself seeing you, as if a hungry wolf spotting delicious fresh at, eager to pounce, wanting to carry you back to her den.
I suffered because during those two years, you lived on Nanze Mountain. I heard from your letters that you ate, slept, and lived together day and night, inseparable. Even when you were catching fish naked in the river, she was there without the slightest scruple.
At that ti, we all thought she was the son of Taixuan, unaware she was a woman, and thus didn’t think otherwise.
Su Guanhai also had a dark heart. When we went up the mountain, he clearly knew about you and , yet he deliberately placed his black, skinny daughter, indistinguishable by gender, by your side.
A dignified leader of a sect, if he doesn’t teach his daughter the propriety of gender relations is one thing, but to coldly watch you and her mingle day and night is another.
Day after day, long after, she can see through all your habits and behaviors, otherwise, how could she gain the upper hand and recognize you?"
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