That night, An Yiqing, Gu Yelin, and Old Master An chatted in the living room for a long ti without alerting An Zisheng and An Zhihang. In the cultivation of ancient martial arts, the biggest taboo is the inner demons. The strength of An Zisheng and An Zhihang has not yet reached the demigod level. If they know too much or harbor too much resentnt and hatred, it can easily affect the outco of their cultivation. At best, it would only delay the pace of cultivation, but if severe, it could lead to a dangerous deviation.
What the three of them talked about all night remains unknown. When they each returned to their bedrooms, their faces bore expressions of both joy and heaviness.
After finishing the conversation with Old Master An, it was already past one in the morning. An Yiqing and Gu Yelin stayed at the An Family Villa.
An Yiqing took a quick shower, changed into her pajamas, and walked out of the bathroom, pausing for a mont upon seeing the empty room. At that mont, she heard the sound of breathing from the terrace. Walking over, she saw Gu Yelin standing straight outside on the terrace, still in his work clothes, letting the cold wind blow around him.
An Yiqing opened the terrace door and walked out slowly.
"What are you thinking about? Does it feel good to be out here in the cold wind late at night?" she asked with a light laugh as she walked out.
Hearing her voice, Gu Yelin quickly turned to look at An Yiqing, noticing her damp hair and thin pajamas. He frowned and walked towards her with long strides, wrapping his arms around her without saying a word and bringing her back into the room.
"Your hair’s not dry. Don’t go out," he said, leaving a statent behind as he fetched a hairdryer from the bathroom, plugged it in, and began carefully drying An Yiqing’s hair.
An Yiqing sat on the bed with a warm smile, allowing Gu Yelin’s big hands to weave through her silky hair. For a woman to find a man who is willing to cook for her and dry her hair for life is a truly happy thing.
A few minutes later, An Yiqing’s hair was completely dry. Gu Yelin neatly combed it and then lifted An Yiqing’s delicate chin to examine her before nodding in satisfaction.
"Ah Lin, you still haven’t answered . Does it really feel good to be out in the cold wind so late?" An Yiqing hadn’t forgotten Gu Yelin’s earlier state, his thin shirt, and despite the Internal Breath Protection, she couldn’t help but feel distressed.
Gu Yelin’s thin lips pursed, and a glimr flashed deep in his eyes.
"I’m a bit troubled," he finally confessed after a while.
"What’s troubling you?" An Yiqing laughed softly, pulling Gu Yelin to sit beside her on the bed, "You should know there’s no one else I’d marry but you."
Gu Yelin drew her closer with one arm, resting his chin on her freshly washed, fragrant hair.
"I know you won’t leave , but just thinking about what the Hanyu Sect wants to do to you and the An family makes want to tear them to pieces."
An Yiqing leaned against Gu Yelin’s chest, a warm smile gracing her lips.
"I want to tear them apart too, and sooner or later, we’ll turn that thought into reality. Ah Lin, let’s work hard together, okay?" She lifted her tiny face, her bright eyes filled with love as they looked at Gu Yelin.
Seeing those eyes that ward his heart, Gu Yelin couldn’t help but nod, a soft "okay" escaping his lips.
An Yiqing laid back into Gu Yelin’s embrace, letting out a soft giggle.
"Ah Lin, no matter when or where, rember, I will never leave you. I will always be by your side."
"Okay."
The next morning, just after breakfast at the An Family Villa, Xia Hao’s phone call ca through.
An Yiqing answered the call and was not surprised to hear Ruan Xue’s voice instead of Xia Hao’s.
"You’ve been back for several days and haven’t even called! Am I just a ghost to you now?" Ruan Xue’s queenly voice ca through the receiver, her words bringing a smile to An Yiqing’s face.
To be fair, Ruan Xue wasn’t wrong—the truth is, she is indeed deceased.
"Who talks about themselves like that? Are you addicted to being dead?" An Yiqing shook her head with a laugh, feeling helpless with her friend who never played by the rules.
"Miss An Yiqing, please mind your words. I, Ruan Xue, am now a noble mber of the Blood Clan, with wings and future flight potential, forever youthful—an eternally young Blood Clan maiden!" Ruan Xue retorted, mockingly emphasizing An Yiqing’s choice of words.
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