Murong Yan cleverly devised a gentle plan, and Zhao Wuliang gradually entered the land of gentleness. As night fell, Murong Yan stroked the guzheng gently, and Zhao Wuliang was intoxicated by the melodious music.
She spoke softly, pouring out her inner pain and longing. Zhao Wuliang felt the same and hugged her tightly. The moonlight is like water, the two of them are leaning on each other, and their love is endless. That night, they opened their hearts to each other and showed their true feelings.
Murong Yan leaned on Zhao Wuliang's chest, satisfied and happy. She suddenly sighed and said quietly: "Mr. Zhao, do you know why I left home to find you this time."
Zhao Wuliang shook his head and said, "Why are you here, girl?
Murong Yan raised her head, looked at Zhao Wuliang with complex eyes, and said, "If my father hadn't forced me, how could I have committed myself to others? Back then... Oh! It's okay not to say anything."
Zhao Wuliang stretched out his hand to hold Murong Yan's jade hand and said softly: "Since you have deep love for me, I will never let you down."
The two returned to the thatched house and hugged each other for a long time. Murong Yan nestled in Zhao Wuliang's arms, the sweetness was self-evident.
Zhao Wuliang caressed Murong Yan's beautiful cheek and kissed her lovingly.
The candlelight flickered, the moonlight fell on the thatched house, the bed curtains were drooped, and the two hugged each other regardless of each other.
The next morning.
The sun is shining brightly, the breeze is blowing the treetops, the branches are rustling, and the birds are flying, creating a peaceful scene.
Murong Yan opened her sleepy eyes and found herself lying in Zhao Wuliang's arms, with the corners of her mouth raised slightly into a smile.
She originally planned to use a beauty trap to seduce Zhao Wuliang, but in the end she was eaten up by Zhao Wuliang and abandoned her armor. She didn't have to do this. However, Zhao Wuliang was too handsome. Let me ask, facing such a brave and extraordinary person, Feng A handsome young man, who wouldn't want to have a romantic marriage?
Murong Yan was immersed in a beautiful dream when Zhao Wuliang woke up and hugged her tightly.
Murong Yan stuck out her pink tongue playfully and said, "You are still restless in broad daylight."
Zhao Wuliang smiled and said: "You have already sent it to my door, so there is no reason for me to refuse."
Zhao Wuliang's heartbeat was like a war drum, and Murong Yan's eyes were like stars.
Their passion is like shooting stars in the sky, short-lived but brilliant. At that moment, their hearts were connected, and their emotions were intertwined, forming a beautiful picture.
Murong Yan felt a surge of complicated emotions in her heart. He, the boy who once whispered his love in her ear, has now become the pain in her heart. The words "I only love you in this life." were like a sharp knife, leaving a deep mark on her heart.
The scene passed fleetingly, and her thoughts returned to the present. She was sitting in the thatched hut where Zhao Wuliang once leaned against her. The sunlight outside the window shone through the thin window screen, making it dappled. In her hand, she held tightly the jade pendant left by Zhao Wuliang, which was the testimony of their love.
Now they have become cultivators, breaking the promise they once made. The days they once spent together, those sweet moments, and those promises to each other are now in vain.
She recalled that night when Zhao Wuliang held her tightly and whispered his dreams and determination in her ear: "I want to become an immortal cultivator, I want to protect you, and I want to make our future better."
She thought of the paths they had walked together, the mornings when the flowers were fragrant and the birds were singing, the dusk when the sun was setting, and the scenery they had seen together, but now it had become so desolate.
She thought of Zhao Wuliang's back when he left, that firm and decisive back, the one that broke her heart.
She thought of herself standing there, watching his figure fading away, firm and decisive. At that moment, she understood that some things could never go back.
"I once made an irreparable mistake..." Zhao Wuliang said painfully.
Murong Yan's heart trembled suddenly. She knew that the mistake was their past. How did she know that the mistake Zhao Wuliang said was not their past.
She hugged him quietly, without speaking, but just stayed with him silently, thinking, did he really want it?
He, remember it!
Time seemed to stand still. The air in the thatched house seemed to be frozen, and only the two of them hugged each other tightly. Her heartbeat echoed against his chest, his breath lingering in her ears.
She looked up into his eyes, her once affectionate eyes now filled with a gentle light.
His eyes seemed to have traveled through time and space, looking back at the past, those good times, those past vows.
"I'm leaving." Zhao Wuliang said
"Where to go?"
Murong Yan asked.
"Go back to Xuanyin Peak." Zhao Wuliang said calmly.
Murong Yan asked: "Take me back with you?"
Zhao Wuliang shook his head: "Not yet..."
Murong Yan was startled when she heard this, and then said resentfully: "Are you going to abandon me?"
Zhao Wuliang smiled: "You are my woman, how could I abandon you? When the time is right, we will still have a long time to slowly stay together."
Murong Yan burst into laughter and said, "Then you promise me that no matter what difficulties you encounter in the future, you will never leave me behind."
Zhao Wuliang nodded and said, "Of course, you are my Zhao Wuliang's woman, how can I be willing to abandon you?"
Murong Yan smiled, extremely beautiful.
"I'm waiting for you……"
Zhao Wuliang stood up, walked out of the house and disappeared into the thick fog.
Looking at Zhao Wuliang's leaving figure, Murong Yan said: "This ruthless man, will he really abandon me as ruthlessly as before?"
Murong Yan felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart.
She couldn't help but think of her past, those days of abandonment, those lonely nights. She was afraid that history would repeat itself and that she would fall into an emotional abyss again.
