Seas turned to mulberry fields, time slipped easily by; it had already been a thousand years since he and Yue'er had first met.
Holding her hand, growing old together with her—the immortal path was rugged and bitter, yet no matter how hard it was, the two of them never abandoned each other, supporting one another all the way to this point.
Their love was harder than gold.
Lin Xuan had once said to Yue'er that he envied mandarin ducks, not immortals.
Over the past thousand years, both of them had grown a great deal. Only this love had never changed. Yet now, out of nowhere, this True Immortal Huayu had appeared.
"Young Master, I..."
Yue'er was so anxious she was about to cry.
"Silly girl, don't say it."
Lin Xuan pulled her into his arms. His heart was also tangled and pained, but how could he bear to see Yue'er with pear blossoms in the rain?
To be fair, he did feel somewhat uncomfortable inside.
But thinking about it carefully, there was no need to be jealous of his girlfriend's previous life from several million years ago.
That was a little too absurd, purely making trouble for himself.
Lin Xuan was not that kind of fool.
Who cared about Huayu or Asura? Yue'er was his wife—that was certain. What did it have to do with those two?
"Young Master, I..."
"Don't say anything. Yue'er, let me ask you this: do you love me?"
Yue'er blushed a little when she heard that. Though the two of them had long been husband and wife, the word "love" was very rarely spoken aloud. With Young Master asking her like this in front of others, it was no wonder she felt shy.
But looking at the hope on Lin Xuan's face, Yue'er still did