"This little maid feels the same. No matter whether the me of my past life was the legendary Asura or not, in this life, as long as I can forever be Yue'er at Young Master's side, that is enough."
The words were soft and gentle, yet they held the feelings in both their hearts. Ling Xian and Yue'er both felt peace and joy within them, while scenes from the past flowed through their minds one after another.
They had once weathered wind and rain in the same boat. They had once faced countless hardships and dangers, difficulties beyond imagining, and the two of them had overcome them all, one by one.
The immortal path was lined with thorns; one careless step could doom a person beyond redemption. Amid those rains of blood and winds reeking of gore, the two had supported each other. Once, when Yue'er had run into trouble during Core Condensation, Lin Xuan, for her sake, had not hesitated to make an enemy of the Ghost Emperor. Even if it might have meant eternal damnation, he had not shrunk back in the slightest.
Once, whenever Lin Xuan entered seclusion, it had always been the little girl standing guard by his side. When powerful enemies came, she had used her own delicate body to block danger for her young master.
Compared with all this, so-called sweet nothings seemed so pale and powerless.
Because there was no need to say much at all. What mattered more was that words and deeds were as one.
The trials of blood and fire, life and death—were they not more important than flowers before the moon?
There were not many words between Lin Xuan and Yue'er, but their feelings were like a cup of fine wine, strong and mellow.
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