Chapter 1577: Chapter 190: After That, They Called It “Moon”_4
The back silhouetted in moon-white monk attire already obscured the view.
Guan Yan, having already achieved the position of a star lord, greeted him early. And clearly, Little Nagging Old Lady had not seen a certain young genius…
In her eyes, there was only the handso monk in moon-white monk attire.
And in the monk’s eyes she saw, there was only her.
What void, what star, what Divine Throne, what idle individuals…
When lovers gaze into each other’s eyes, the entire universe becos unnecessary.
This pair of lovers, who had endured five hundred years, looked at each other in silence.
There were tears in their eyes, the vicissitudes of ti; you knew how much suffering they had endured, but at this mont as they gazed at each other, all one could feel was happiness.
Now they were able to quietly look at each other like this.
The long years of hardship seed so insignificant.
“Well…”
Jiang Wang really didn’t want to spoil the mont, but he couldn’t just stand here in the void doing nothing.
He had to reluctantly say, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll head back now, I’ve got so matters to attend to in the current world.”
Of course, he couldn’t leave on his own; he was just hinting for Guan Yan to see him off.
“I’ll escort you a bit,” Guan Yan’s voice said.
Still watching the old woman in front of him, he rely waved his robe sleeve, and the surroundings beca empty.
Jiang Wang didn’t even have ti to say a polite goodbye before he disappeared.
Little Nagging Old Lady continued to look at Guan Yan, and Guan Yan continued to look at Little Nagging Old Lady.
They looked at each other for who knows how long, as if they could gaze until the end of ti.
Little Nagging Old Lady raised her hand to touch Guan Yan’s face.
This face that had appeared countless tis in her soul and dreams, was it truly real?
Oh deity, if this is a dream, please don’t wake too early.
As her fingers touched Guan Yan’s cheek, her hand trembled slightly.
The warm, real sensation confird her happiness within.
But her gaze fell on her deeply wrinkled hand and Guan Yan’s still handso and divine face.
Little Nagging Old Lady lowered her eyes, so uncontrollable sadness arising.
Indeed they t again.
But this day ca too late…
“I’m old now,” she sighed softly.
At this mont, she suddenly wanted to cry out loud.
But she was already very old; her crying would be amusing.
“I can be old too,” Guan Yan said.
In her misty, tear-filled eyes, Little Nagging Old Lady saw wrinkles gradually appearing on Guan Yan’s face, his skin starting to loosen, his eyes becoming clouded…
He gently held her hand with his own equally wrinkled hand.
Yet his voice remained as gentle as ever: “You can be young too.”
A warm energy emanated from Guan Yan’s palm.
Little Nagging Old Lady felt a long-lost vitality reviving within, sensing her skin becoming taut again, her eyes clear once more, all traces of youthfulness and liveliness blossoming anew in her body.
The withering and flourishing of plants, yet another spring arrives.
She couldn’t help but tighten her grip on Guan Yan’s hand, whispering, “We should be together. Together old, or together young.”
Five hundred years of endurance, five hundred years of longing, were nothing but two words…
“Together.”
Only deep love can withstand the long years.
In this vast universe, in front of the Jade Balance Stars already covered in green.
A bright-eyed, white-teethed girl and a divine-featured monk stood hand in hand, looking at each other.
The girl’s eyes glimred with autumn waves, she glanced at the moon-white monk attire and softly asked, “Are you still a monk?”
Guan Yan looked down, laughed, and said, “I’ve returned to secular life long ago.”
As he spoke, the moon-white monk attire on him transford into scholarly robes.
“Do you like scholars?” he asked gently.
His attire changed again.
“Samurai?”
Another change.
“Ranger?”
Yet another change.
“Officer?”
Little Nagging Old Lady pressed her fingertip gently against Guan Yan’s lips.
“I like you in any form. As long as…”
She blushed but bravely kept looking into his eyes: “As long as we can marry.”
I can beco any form you like.
And I like you in all your forms.
Over five hundred years, how many stories must have unfolded, how many marks must have been taken away.
It seed to change everything, yet also as if nothing had changed at all.
As if everything returned to the beginning.
That day she was gathering Spirit Silk, that day he descended from heaven.
He said, “Miss…”
…
The long passage of ti pierced through, dissolving in the gentle ocean-like gaze.
The handso young man in front said, “Miss, let’s go ho.”
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