After an unknown amount of time, Qian Renxue's sobs gradually subsided. She raised her head slightly. Her reddened eyes still brimmed with undried tears, yet beneath the moonlight, a relieved smile bloomed across her face. Feng Yao said nothing more. He gently wiped the tear tracks from her cheeks with his fingertips, his movements as delicate as if touching fragile morning dew.
"Feeling better?" he asked softly, his voice brimming with tenderness.
Qian Renxue nodded lightly, her golden hair swaying in the night wind. She took a deep breath, and the crisp mountain air seemed to carry away the last trace of heaviness in her heart. A nightingale sang in the distance, bringing a touch of life to the tranquil night.
"Let's head down the mountain." Feng Yao held out his hand to her, palm up in invitation.
Qian Renxue looked at Feng Yao's outstretched hand, and the corners of her lips rose unconsciously. She gently placed her hand in his palm, their fingers naturally interlocking. The two slowly descended the stone steps bathed in moonlight.
The mountain mist curled softly around them, as though paving a path toward a new life for the perfect pair. Feeling the warmth from his palm, Qian Renxue suddenly found that the obsessions she had once believed she could never let go of no longer seemed quite so heavy.
The two made their way slowly down the winding mountain path. The night wind brushed against them, carrying the distinctive fragrance of mountain grass and trees. Qian Renxue's hair drifted gently in the breeze, occasionally brushing Feng Yao's shoulder with a faint, delicate scent.
They had barely taken a few steps when two figures suddenly appeared from the woods. They were none other than the two Title Douluo, She Long and Ci Xue. The pair