Busy with her pastries, Lian Lian suddenly smiled mysteriously, “It’s nothing; we’ll enjoy our pastries, then go watch a play.”
“Watch a play? That’s great, Li’er loves watching plays,” Li’er said happily.
“Are the pastries good?” a low voice whispered in Lian Lian’s ear.
“They’re delicious,” she replied, her mind fully on the pastries.
“You little glutton, are you a pig? All you do is eat all day,” Gu Dong said with an angry yet cute expression, his small figure stretching to tug at Lian Lian’s ear.
“Ouch, that hurts, you little brat! Calling me a pig? Look at you, short and chubby, you look more like one!” Lian Lian retorted, not backing down, pulling his hand away and rubbing her slightly red ear, a hint of laughter in her eyes, showing her happiness.
“You dare to talk back? We agreed to meet at the palace, but when I arrived, you were nowhere to be seen, and here you are, happily eating pastries,” Gu Dong said angrily, his little face red with frustration, looking quite adorable. Lian Lian’s face also turned red, thinking about food, she had forgotten her promise to wait for him at the palace. However, looking at his angry appearance, I couldn’t help but find it amusing and burst into a silly laugh. “You little brat, what are you laughing at, huh…” My mouth was stuffed with a piece of pastry that smelled richly of milk, drowning out my words. “Just eat your pastry.” With that, another piece was shoved into Gudu’s mouth, and he was pulled down to sit. As they sat, they noticed that everyone around had quieted down, watching their bickering. Instantly, their cheeks flushed red. “Let go.” She struggled to free herself from his grip. “Never, I will never let go!” came the determined voice, and Xia Yuye’s face was full of deep affection. The willow trees were green, and the tranquil lake reflected the image of the infatuated couple. He held her tightly, unwilling to let go, savoring her elegant fragrance, captivated by her flawless beauty, and enamored with everything about her… Watching her constantly pricking him with needles, he sealed her red lips with a kiss, hungrily savoring the sweet taste, mixed with the scent of the pastry and a hint of cherry blossom, intoxicating him. Xiaotu opened her eyes in astonishment. “Darling, don’t push me away anymore, it hurts my heart, really, it hurts a lot.” Seeing her deliberately avoiding him, seeing her cold gaze, he felt like dying. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I know it’s not your fault, but I can’t help but involve you, can’t forget your harsh words, Xiaotu is selfish, right? Xiaotu is not generous at all.” More than anything, it was the pain in her heart that made her fear getting lost again, terrified of the pain akin to a broken heart. “Seeing you so sweet with Muyao, I also feel the pain here.” She clutched her chest, her words making Xia Yuye’s heart race with excitement; his darling did feel something for him. “That day, Murong Youxue sent over a box of plum cakes, I entered the palace, and today, Bai Hua is dead, Murong Youxue is dead, and Brother Molie has also left. Life is so fleeting, so fragile, everyone around me is leaving one by one, Brother Ye, Xiaotu is an ominous person.” Tears streamed down her face; she blamed herself, attributing all the misfortunes to herself. The death of Bai Hua was a profound blow to her. Even now, she could stand before the crowd with a smile, resiliently pulling herself together. But who knew the bitterness in her heart? When the night was quiet, the pale, bloodless image of Bai Hua would loom large in her mind, seemingly accusing her, branding her as an ominous person who brought disaster to those around her, like Shui Shui, like Bai Hua… She cared deeply, never truly letting go, her laughter no longer as carefree as before. Heartache, tears rolling down like molten lava onto his heart, making him feel suffocated. “Don’t say that about yourself, you mustn’t, you are always the purest doll in my heart, none of this is your fault, don’t torment yourself anymore, you still haven’t changed that crying habit.” He gently kissed away her tears, his touch so tender, as if handling a fragile porcelain doll. The wheels of fate had started turning the day she traveled through time, beyond anyone’s control. She carried a mission that could never be shed; she was destined to experience all the worldly affairs… Disciple, I hope you can open your heart and accept her in all ways… A voice echoed in his mind, words spoken by his master, Master Xueyi. Upon hearing this, he was stunned for a long time. On the top of the snow-capped mountain, that light green figure stood upright for a long time, snowflakes fluttering, large flakes dancing like translucent butterflies on his hair and sleeves. His silver hair fluttered, brushing against his cheeks, those melancholy eyes… “Darling, I love you.” Everything seemed to come to a halt, the atmosphere thick with affection. Even the falling leaves seemed to carry a sense of sentiment. He kissed her lips once more, meeting her surprised eyes, enveloping her in his deep affection, those eyes that could kill with their charm. “No, I’m not, I’m not your doll, my hands are stained with blood, I can’t accept your love, I can’t…” In her mind, she was no longer pure; she had become a demon, a demon who killed without mercy. Her mind replayed that day’s scene, so many innocent lives buried under the rubble; how could she deserve someone as excellent as him…
