Mu Chuan glared at me: “Aren’t you the first immortal of medicine? What book in the divine realm would you not know?”
I said helplessly: “What can we do, just stand here staring at each other?”
He wanted to laugh but held back, his face turning slightly red. I couldn’t help but laugh, and tears fell again: “The peony flower once said that treating us requires pure qi. In the three realms, there must be something to replace it. I’ll go search in the divine realm, you search in the ghost domain. If we can’t find it, I’ll move my home next to yours, and we can stare at each other every day, okay?”
Mu Chuan’s face twitched, and he responded: “Mm.”
I desperately wanted to walk to his front and hold him. I suppressed the surging impulse in my heart and tried to turn away, walking out of the pear garden.
“Shu Shu.”
I turned back, smiling: “What?”
A glimmer of moisture appeared in his eyes, and he said softly: “This time, don’t be gone too long.”
Tears burst forth again. I crouched down, covering the tears: “I don’t want to leave, can I not go? Even if I’m invaded by resentful spirits, even if I only have a few years, I don’t want to be separated again.”
His voice suddenly became urgent: “We’ve endured a thousand years, what’s a moment?”
I ignored him. I couldn’t even wait a few days, and who knew how long this separation would last.
“Hurry and go!”
I pressed down on the increasingly painful heart. The longer I stayed, the more difficult it became.
Even if I lived next door, or just outside this pear garden, it wouldn’t work for long.
Walking out with dragging steps, I was already choked with emotion. Passing through the gate of life and death, just as it was closing, hearing the iron gate’s creaking sound, I felt that this turn would separate us by a thousand mountains for ten thousand years. My legs went weak, and a floating cloud drifted out, supporting my body, sighing: “Return to the divine realm.”
I lay on it, motionless, letting it carry me back.
