Ветер и дым

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When Yang Luoxue was a guest in the city, they thought they could foresee the outcome of the relationship between the two! This year, when Yang Luoxue was mentioned in front of the young lady, she seemed to not remember her much, which shows that the marriage between Suoding City and Medicine King Valley is hopeless! Looking around the martial arts world, is there anyone more suitable than Tang Congrong?

And this is precisely the best way to repair and strengthen the relationship between the two families!

But the young lady remained silent. She had clearly lost weight since her illness, and her face was somewhat pale, making the red glow between her brows appear even more intense. Upon closer inspection, the red glow lacked its former vibrant, ethereal quality. And upon even closer inspection, the young lady's dark eyes dimmed for a moment when the topic of marriage was mentioned.

Chapter 169

"Let's not talk about this anymore," she said.

The two elders looked at each other in bewilderment. They had already given Tang Qiefang a definite answer, and Tang Qiefang had even said that she would immediately send a matchmaker to propose marriage.

Baili Wushuang felt suffocated.

My heart is beating faster and faster, each beat weak and powerless. I don't know if I can even catch my breath.

If you really can't breathe, is it a relief?

The heavy iron door was pushed open, and fresh air rushed in, entering the lungs through the mouth and nose, causing one to involuntarily take deep breaths.

It came back to life.

I never knew I would experience such near-death experiences in a single day, but I would never have another experience like when I was ten years old.

These swords abandoned her.

Perhaps she betrayed them. When she is moved, they weaken; conversely, they strengthen.

But... but I have no feelings left. She looked up at the swords high above, the rooftops dark and lifeless. Why hadn't the sword energy returned?

"Wushuang, come out."

She refused; she didn't believe she couldn't find it.

"We have guests."

"Let Elder Tu handle it."

The master hesitated for a moment before saying the name: "It's Yang Luoxue."

The light flickered and cast a shadow on her face.

"So it's this distinguished guest." I haven't heard this name in a long time. Like a needle with a thread, the tip slowly pierces out, the fine thread turning up things she had buried deep into the light of day.

"If...you don't want to see..."

“The renowned physician Yang from Medicine King Valley has come to our door. Wouldn’t it be impolite of me not to personally entertain him?” She stood up, straightened her clothes, and held her head high. “Let’s go.”

Leaving the Hidden Sword Pavilion and the North Ling Tower, passing through layers of houses and long corridors, the early winter air was a bit chilly, and her body trembled slightly.

It's probably because it's cold.

Her face was bloodless, but she didn't realize it. She arrived at Zhonghua Pavilion and stepped inside. Standing in the hall was a figure whose back was turned, not dressed in his usual white robes and blue garments, but draped in a black cloak, completely covering him from head to toe. Even though he had changed clothes, she recognized him immediately. Her steps faltered, as if her feet had suddenly turned into a bottomless abyss, its depths unfathomable. Even knowing she had stepped onto solid ground, she felt as if she were about to collapse.

It shouldn't be like this. He forgot their promise, but that doesn't mean he betrayed it. And even if he did, so what? Without a man like him, without a friend like him, yes, she would have regrets, but that would be all. She was saddened by it, but that's all in the past.

She's not the kind of woman who feels like the sky is falling just because she lost a relationship.

She has her own world to support.

But at that moment, she felt like the sky had fallen.

In an instant, dust and tiles flew everywhere in Zhonghua Pavilion, and the world spun around. Only he stood there, slowly turning his head back.

That face—she thought she had long since cast it aside. Now she realized it had always been deeply rooted, and at this moment, it had overturned all the days from spring to winter, baring its fangs and leaping into the air, which she could hardly resist.

Why didn't you go that day? Why didn't you send a single letter? Why didn't you tell me you weren't going? Why did you leave me there alone, waiting from dawn till dusk?

Chapter 170

The wind was cold, yet my bones felt like they were churning with magma. My mouth tasted bitter, my eyes stung, but I couldn't utter a single word.

He nodded slightly, addressing her with the indifferent yet polite tone of a stranger: "Young Miss."

These three words, like ice and snow, froze everything that was boiling and scalding. Her bones and blood cooled down in an instant, and her eyelashes almost froze.

Ah, young lady.

"Divine Physician Yang." This coldness kept her grounded, allowing her to maintain the pride of a young lady from Suoding City, preventing her from blurting out those questions, and preventing her from doing anything foolish that would cause her to lose face. Very good, very good. She smiled faintly and sat down in the main seat. "Long time no see, how have you been?"

"It has indeed been a long time," he said. Before him was a fiery red figure; she was still dressed in crimson, her face as icy as ever. He moved closer, then told himself to maintain a polite distance. Everything in his world was blurry, but he remembered her occasional wide-eyed stare, her pupils like grapes on a white jade plate. Her smile was like sunlight splashing through dark clouds. Even the way she cried—all these images were etched into his mind, painted by time, and repeatedly etched upon his memory.

She's right in front of me now.

I can see her shadow and hear her voice.

It wasn't long, less than two years, but although Suoding City was still the same Suoding City, the people were no longer the same. The distance between them was so vast, so very vast. Those sleepless nights, those moments of thinking of her, surged forth, choking my lungs, almost bursting from my throat. At that moment, I couldn't speak, only managing to squeeze out, "Young Miss, are you alright?"

"Very good, thank you for your concern. Where is the divine physician?"

"Well... very good." The things that had been weighing on his chest were now threatening to spill over into his eyes. He smiled slightly, looked up at the marble painting on the wall, and tried to suppress that slight loss of composure. "The houses in Suoding City are still so magnificent and spacious."

Selling weapons is indeed much more profitable than selling medicine.

The words echoed in their ears simultaneously. Back then, the willows in Fuliu Pavilion were just sprouting new buds, their pale green leaves like a wisp of smoke. Both of them felt a strange, indescribable turmoil, as if they were being pulled back into that early spring courtyard. But now it was winter, and this was Zhonghua Pavilion; spring in Fuliu Pavilion had long since passed.

Baili Wushuang asked in a hoarse voice, "Did the Divine Physician come here to admire the painting?"

"Of course not." He lowered his head, gathering his scattered thoughts, and a gentle smile appeared on his face—a smile like that of an old friend, seemingly close yet unapproachable. "I've come to congratulate the young lady."