Romans PaiPai

Chapitre 91

Why is she still here?

How can I let her see me like this?

He retreated, but there was nowhere to go. Baili Wushuang's hand grabbed his arm, gripping it so tightly that each finger seemed to sink into his flesh. "Is this the reason?" Her tears fell uncontrollably, like broken beads, her heart aching as if bleeding, yet with a bittersweet pain. "You don't need to hide... you can't hide anyway."

"What a pity. Such an opportunity to ascend to heaven in broad daylight is only once every eight hundred years."

A voice drifted down from the roof, and a young man sat on it, carrying a greatsword on his back, looking at her with a regretful expression. "Besides, this person only has a few months to live at most. What's the point of leaving anything for him?"

"You are... an envoy from the Yuewei Pavilion?"

"Well, I guess so, but that's an identity I only have occasionally. To be precise, I'm a disciple of the Jade Void Palace," the young man said. "My master said there was sword energy fluctuation below, and he sent me to see which expert was cultivating here. If there was no sect, I was to go back. Alas, I never expected this." He stood up dejectedly. "Consider today a wasted trip. The sword energy within you is extraordinary; you must use it carefully. If you cultivate diligently, someone will come to fetch you again." He made a guiding hand gesture, drew his giant sword, stepped onto it, and soared into the sky.

He left too quickly; Baili Wushuang didn't even have time to ask him if there was any way to save Yang Luoxue. Just then, the master brought out a spare key, pushed open the iron gate, and saw Baili Wushuang leaning against Yang Luoxue's chest. He was startled, then delighted, and let go of her.

Chapter 179

Boom! The iron gate slammed shut.

Jin Ge asked, "Is the young lady alright?"

"It's alright," the master chef said with a smile. "The roof is breathable, so it doesn't matter how long you stay inside."

The Hidden Sword Pavilion fell silent once more.

But for Yang Luoxue, whether the outside world was quiet or not made no difference. His world was so quiet, so utterly silent. The only thing the outside world could evoke in him was the person in his arms.

He could hear her, but he couldn't see her. He could only feel the pressure on her fingers, and from that pressure, he could sense her feelings.

She must hate me.

If she finds out about this, she'll definitely hate me for not telling her.

This was something he knew without even asking, but he was confident he could keep it from her until he died.

But now he couldn't hide it anymore. He was exhausted and heartbroken. "I know that even if I become like this, you won't let me go." He was clearly speaking, but no sound came out. What did he say? He could only rely on his memory. "But what will you do after I die? Go back to the Tang Clan. I hope that when I die, someone will be by your side."

The sound disappeared into the silence.

A continued silence. Until she took his hand, her fingertips tracing the lines of his palm.

His only remaining sense of touch was exceptionally sensitive, and he could "read" her words without any difficulty: "Even if you die, you will be with me."

Even in death, you will be with me. When I see the sunset, I feel you are beside me. When I drink tea, I think of your face. You will always be with me.

—I will not let you leave. Now, in the future, and even after you die.

—I will keep you by my side with my memories.

Even if it's only for a few months. Don't make me resentful, because I'll resent it for a lifetime.

—Believe me, no matter what you become, I won't care. Because you are Yang Luoxue.

—Because I am Baili Wushuang.

When Zhan Yuan arrived, it was a rainy day. The spring rain had just stopped. The willows in Fuliu Pavilion were shrouded in a layer of light green mist, and the stream was full, overflowing the white stone embankment and submerging the stems of the nearby flowers and plants.

Yang Luoxue sat peacefully asleep in a recliner under the eaves, her long eyelashes framing her face.

Baili Wushuang asked, "Should we wake him up?"

“It doesn’t matter whether he calls or not.” Zhan Yuan opened the needle pouch and said, “My master will wake up as soon as the needle is inserted, and he will know what I’m doing after two needles.” Baili Wushuang smiled slightly, “Indeed.”

When she smiled, Zhan Yuan felt as if a spring breeze was blowing on his face. The woman in red in front of him was a completely different person from the young lady of Suo Dingcheng who had snatched Qi Feng from him empty-handed back then. "But, is the young lady sure it's alright to do this?"

"This sword energy is different from the last one; I'm quite confident."

If the people of Jade Void Palace heard this, they would be furious. What do you mean by "this time" being different from "last time"? Doesn't she know that this time the sword energy is enough for her to become a terrestrial immortal, forever young and immortal?

Sure enough, he woke up when the first needle touched the center of the acupoint, and he noticed it on the second needle. "Golden needle acupuncture?! Zhan Yuan?!"

"It wasn't me," Zhan Yuan said while administering acupuncture. "It was Miss." Hmm, perhaps one day I should start calling her Master's Wife? Both Master and Master's Wife are younger than him.

Chapter 180

Baili Wushuang wrote on Yang Luoxue's hand. Zhan Yuan thought she was explaining her words, but he didn't know that what she wrote on his master's hand was: "Do you want to get married?"

Yang Luoxue was taken aback.

"You only sent me the bride's wedding dress, what about the groom's? How stingy! Luckily, I've already sent someone to Hangzhou to find Hua Qianchu. Only after the wedding is held in the peach blossom forest of Xuyu Temple can I, Baili Wushuang, be considered married."

“I’m sorry. But…” Yang Luoxue exhaled softly, paused, and said to Zhan Yuan, “Stop. I’ve reached this point, and even the Golden Needle Acupuncture can only last for one day.”

"Don't you want to see my face again?"

He gently pursed his lips, suppressing the stinging in his eyes. He reached out and touched her face. The familiar warmth of her hand touched his palm; his palm was now his eyes. But if only he could see her one more time—

It's like being reborn.

As Zhan Yuan finished inserting the last needle, an immense force surged through him. This shouldn't be a human's power; he could barely withstand it. It felt as if his bones and veins were being shattered, and excruciating pain spread from his lungs to his fingertips, then back down. Everything was torn apart. Including the darkness. A blinding light flooded his eyelids, leaving him in a white blur.

Then, gradually, the slightly damp sky, the willows shrouded in mist, the iron-gray rooftops of the city of Suoding, and her face appeared.

A light gradually appeared in his eyes.

She smiled slightly, and Zhan Yuan removed three gold needles from her wrist. "Yang Luoxue?"

The voice wasn't the soft, clear tone one would expect from a woman; instead, it had a low, husky quality, like the wind blowing through a konghou (a type of Chinese harp). Each word, falling into his ears, took root, sprouted, and blossomed.