Not to mention the bed she was currently lying on. The canopy was crafted from the finest heavenly silkworm silk. The thin blanket covering her and the bedding beneath her, though clearly not inscribed with a spirit-gathering array, still somehow made her feel a continuous flow of spiritual energy entering her body. It was a kind of gentle and pure energy that caused no harm to the body.
Xi Yue slowly sat up from the bed, looked around, and frowned slightly.
Indeed, it wasn’t her misconception. This room, though luxuriously and elegantly furnished, with every detail exquisitely crafted and spotlessly clean, still emanated a cold, and even solitary feeling.
Just as she was about to reach out and part the bed’s canopy to sit up, a deep, male voice suddenly sounded, “Are you awake?”
Xi Yue’s figure trembled. She even forgot to be shocked by the sudden proximity of the voice, not realizing someone was so close to her, because the voice was just too familiar.
She realized that everything about that person had already been integrated into her soul and deeply imprinted on her.
The simple question could make the blood in her body boil.
Xi Yue sprang up, sprinting toward the direction from which the voice came.
Her bare feet stepped on the cold blue tile, yet she seemed pletely oblivious to the chill.
The layers of canopy were lifted, and the upright silhouette of a man not far away came into view.
The man wore a moon-white robe, standing with his hands behind his back. The canopy lifted and fell in layers, gradually drawing the man’s silhouette closer and closer.
The solitary figure standing there, like a frosty and proud bamboo, was so familiar that Xi Yue’s eyes instantly became red and moist.
She always felt that the person had been gone for a very long time.
Without his affectionate gaze, without his tolerant and doting smile, without his deep and gentle words, when she awoke from dreams at midnight, she always felt a cold so intense that it seemed as if her heart was tearing apart in pain.
Xi Yue opened the canopy made of crystal beads with trembling hands. A soft voice filled with endless longing and pain escaped her lips, “Nangong…”
Before she could even utter the final part — “Yu”, the man before her had already turned around.
At the first moment, Xi Yue did not see the man’s face, but met a pair of eyes that were as black as dots of ink.
Serene, indifferent, icy cold, as if the chill could not be thawed even after thousands of years.
Xi Yue’s call suddenly got stuck in her throat. The burning passion in her eyes that could melt people’s hearts seemed to be extinguished by the ice cold bucket of water.
It was not him; it was not Nangong Yu; it was not the man she loved so much. When Yu looked at her, he would never look like this.
After hope, came deeper despair.
Endless pain, longing, and unwillingness surged in her heart, and tears could no longer be held back, welling up in her eyes.
Xi Yue clutched her chest tightly. The suffocating pain made her tremble slightly.
The crystal tears were like beads falling off from the string, sliding down her face and falling one drop at a time on the cold blue tiles.
Ji Mingyu watched her expression change from ecstasy, anxiety, and anticipation to sadness, disappointment, and pain. While he felt puzzled, he also felt his heart throbbing with inexplicable pain.
When he saw her exquisite, beautiful face covered in tears, his limbs instantly stiffened. The pain in his heart became even more pronounced, mixing with a sense of helplessness and panic he couldn’t quite understand.
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