"Hmph!" I put down my bowl; I was full.
He looked up at me and said, "...Smoker is just a martial arts enthusiast who likes to spar with people. He won't easily give up on someone as rare as your brother, but he won't do anything to him either."
"Yes, I know."
I glanced at him twice, how come I didn't notice you?
He chuckled again, "I don't have time to play with him, old man."
That's easy for you to say. I bet it was Old Ghost who took a liking to you first, and you just casually pushed my older brother to him.
" If we don't go to Chixia Valley, how about we go to Anting during the Chinese New Year?"
I was taken aback, and a pang of sadness welled up in my heart. You actually considered my situation first.
"Your...Master hasn't woken up yet?"
"Qionghua is the kind of person who becomes increasingly difficult to escape from the longer you fight him. Besides, no matter how good Master's martial arts are, he's not as robust as he used to be. If the fight drags on, Qionghua will definitely have the upper hand. It's just... he's always been in excellent spirits and full of energy. We've always been careless; he's getting old and can't withstand this kind of ordeal..."
"Then let's go, it's been a long time since I've been to Anting."
"Um."
The smile deepened on his slightly pale face, serene and composed.
"Yuan'er should go to sleep after dinner. Let's go back."
I nodded, watching him pick up the chubby little boy whose eyelids were already drooping, and slowly follow him downstairs.
The person in front was slender, dressed in red fur, and exuded the most beautiful allure with an extremely quiet demeanor.
He walked to the door, opened a black oil-paper umbrella, turned around and looked back at me, who hadn't followed yet.
Outside, the snow was as white as jade, and the orange light was faintly tinged with it, as if a thin veil of crimson gold had been spread out, enveloping a hazy scene.
I looked back up again, only to hear an impatient voice from ahead.
"Mom, we're home!"
The chubby boy wants to sleep, he wants to crawl into a warm, cozy bed and sleep, he doesn't want to be out in the cold wind here.
I smiled and walked over; the person had already extended their hand.
My fingers are still long and strong, and my palms are like jade carvings; I know that my future is held there.
Well, you know what's happened, right? Whether it was right or wrong, I've never said sorry to you, and I never will. In return, Rong Lian will stay by Nangong Ling's side, never to be separated from him again.
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