That might be the state of my senior brother’s life.
This mont was so brief that she couldn’t be sure if it was just an illusion of hers. She asked in a forlorn tone:
"Senior brother, if you’re there, could you co out to see ?"
A dead silence, not a sound in the air.
Luo Qingyao pressed her lips together, wiped her eyes, and turned to leave.
It wasn’t until she disappeared that Fan Wubing showed himself. The peach blossoms piercing into the night sky also turned back.
In fact, the Peach Blossom Sword had already found its master. He had been standing right next to Luo Qingyao all along. It’s just that Luo Qingyao couldn’t see him.
The Peach Blossom Sword whirled around Fan Wubing excitedly, visibly delighted.
After twirling for quite a while, it finally stopped, the blade trembling, asking: Why don’t you want to see her? She misses you very much.
Over these years, it had stayed by Luo Qingyao’s side. Nobody understood her intentions better than it did.
Fan Wubing tilted his head up, "Ah, in the Jianghu, we can’t control our own fate."
The Peach Blossom Sword coiled around his forearm, indicating: It’s okay, I’m here with you.
Fan Wubing looked at it, threateningly teasing, "It’s you who caused all this, you’re the root of all evil!"
The Peach Blossom Sword trembled and drooped its blade in a shiver.
Fan Wubing took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly,
"Alright, it’s ti to get down to business."
Yet just as he was about to leave, a flying sword suddenly pierced through the distant night. He instinctively dodged it, only to hear a sorrowful voice, "You clearly ca back, why won’t you see !"
Luo Qingyao had returned.
Fan Wubing’s scalp tingled at once.
Damn! How did she find !
He was about to flee imdiately.
But Luo Qingyao’s determination was terrifying, "If you dare to leave, I’ll die for you to see."
Fan Wubing stopped in his tracks, turning his head stiffly, smiling bitterly.
He looked at Luo Qingyao. What kind of expression was that?
Surprise, confusion, grievance, resentnt, fear... Nurous emotions that defy explanation. She approached, carefully stretching out her hand, tremblingly stroking Fan Wubing’s cheek. It was only at the instant of the flesh touching that she realized he was the real senior brother, no longer a false illusion born of her fantasies.
Her cheeks and nose tip turned red all of a sudden, yet it wasn’t out of shyness, but a sudden clarity after enduring hardships and finally seeing a rainbow.
"It’s real..." she whispered softly.
Fan Wubing thought she would act coy toward him, complain, and throw herself into his arms crying aloud.
But she had indeed matured a lot, encountering an extraordinary Great Sword Immortal.
"I...we can’t et yet, can we?" she sensibly asked in a small voice, keeping her head down.
Fan Wubing took a long breath, roughly explaining. His eyelashes were fluttering continuously, and even his voice was trembling.
Luo Qingyao pressed her lips, suddenly raised her right hand, unifying her index and middle fingers, then swiftly drew through the air, cutting off a lock of long hair. Then she grabbed Fan Wubing’s left hand, winding the long hair around his fingertip,
"Cutting hair to sever intent, I’ll wait for you to return, to give it back to ."
After saying this, she inserted a finger into her brow, forcibly erasing all traces of eting Fan Wubing that day.
Her eyes went blank in an instant.
Fan Wubing then concealed his presence again.
A mont later, Luo Qingyao ca to her senses, looked around bewilderedly, then, with that desolate air between her brows, drifted away into the distance.
Afterward, Fan Wubing erased all traces in that place again.
He looked in the direction Luo Qingyao left, plunged into deep thought.
The Peach Blossom Sword bent, "sitting" on his shoulder, nudging his cheek with the hilt.
He inhaled, shaking, and said in a low voice:
"As a man, making a partner show such an expression is a sign of failure. Peach Blossoms, maybe it sounds cheesy, but I wish one day to return in resplendence and grandeur and change everything."
The Peach Blossom Sword didn’t quite understand those words,
It just wanted to nuzzle against Fan Wubing’s face to dissolve the loneliness of these years.
Many tis, it thought it was going to return to those muddled days in the fragnts of the tiny, broken world before.
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