As Bái Xī Wén left the mountain, Duàn Yì became increasingly cautious in his dealings. Since someone brought him meals every day, he did not even step outside his front gate, staying home and devoting himself wholeheartedly to martial arts, gradually entering a better state.
Less than three days later, Helan Yue'er arrived at the estate with Eunuch Qiu and Granny An, stating that they would soon be leaving the mountain.
She had come to the Golden Cauldron Sect this time only because she had received Qū Dōng Liú's letter inviting her to attend the wedding. Now that the wedding was over, it was time for her to return to the Helan Family.
The setting sun was like blood, crimson clouds staining the horizon like frost-red autumn leaves. Duàn Yì stood silently in the courtyard.
The young woman before him looked somewhat haggard. Dark circles rimmed her bright, lively eyes; clearly, she had not rested well. Yet she still smiled at him, like the most vivid and tender blossom.
Eunuch Qiu and Granny An tactfully left the two alone and waited outside the estate.
"Duàn Yì, I'm leaving soon. Train hard on the mountain. I believe that one day, you'll rise above the rest. If we meet again, I hope you'll still remember me. Goodbye!"
Those were Helan Yue'er's final words before leaving. She spoke calmly, with a trace of wistfulness, but even more with hope—a hope that the person she liked could live a better life.
Faced with such a deeply affectionate girl, ripples could not help spreading through Duàn Yì's heart.
Man was not made of grass or wood; how could he be without feeling?
True, Helan Yue'er was still young and immature, and her unprecedented figure was not at all Duàn Yì's preferred type. Yet it was