Children unable to attend school, wronged girls, men running and crying in the rainy night carrying dying loved ones, mothers reluctant to leave their young children… When people encounter pain and hardship, they always pray for heavenly protection, always hope for miracles. Xia Xianning felt Luo Yingbai’s eyelashes lightly brush against his palm, then stop moving. He removed his hand; Luo Yingbai had closed his eyes. Xia Xianning’s fingers reluctantly caressed his face, then moved away, taking out his phone and quickly typing something. Soon, another familiar red-lettered Weibo post appeared on Luo Yingbai’s account— Xia Xianning: @White Brother Fortune Telling Master, live well, don’t remember me. …Love you forever. As the final period was typed, the commission completed, Xia Xianning’s face instantly turned pale, with blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. The divine power recently recovered was peeling away from his body, but Xia Xianning seemed unaware of the pain, anxiously staring at Luo Yingbai. Watching color return to his face and his injuries reverse, Xia Xianning finally relaxed, involuntarily revealing a smile.
He promised Luo Yingbai not to try again because he understood that this method would definitely succeed, as long as he was not the one, the Weibo must fulfill the commissioner’s wish.
Luo Yingbai can finally return to the Heavenly Court to be his Yuan Jun, though they still cannot be together.
This was the longest and yet shortest moment of Xia Xianning’s life. He had always been taciturn, but now felt an overwhelming sense of reluctance and a heart full of words to say.
Xia Xianning pressed his face against Luo Yingbai’s cheek, and while his consciousness was still clear, he softly whispered:
“Senior brother, I’m remembering when we first met again. The Great Emperor of Qiuchen sent you to the Sanqing Seat, and I entered a moment later. You were wearing a bamboo-green robe, holding a tea cup, and looked back at me…”
He didn’t see Luo Yingbai’s full face at first, but saw a person with elegant demeanor and a unique casual grace, like a purple paulownia swaying in the wind. Even the tea cup he held seemed exquisite and distinctive.
Xia Xianning recalled the moment Luo Yingbai looked back at him, his eyes slightly curved: “Senior brother, I thought then, how beautiful this person is.”
