Rose and Li Dabai gazed deeply into each other's eyes.
Rose's body trembled slightly, and her eyes gradually grew moist.
Zhao Ritian was too far away to see clearly, so he craned his neck and tried to circle around for a better look. Lu Chengwen pulled him back and made a "shh" gesture at him.
Rose looked at Li Dabai—at the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, the gray hair at his temples, and the gaze weathered by years and time. It was no longer as bright and spirited as it had been in his youth. Yet in his tender eyes, she saw the same wistfulness and longing she felt...
The corners of Li Dabai's mouth lifted slightly, as if he were smiling, but his eyes were filled with boundless melancholy and sorrow.
"You've lost weight," Li Dabai said.
Rose smiled. "You've got gray hair."
Old Daoist Mo leaned over. "Weren't you going to slice him into a thousand pieces and tear him limb from limb or something? Why aren't you doing it? You're staring at him like you've fallen for him instead?"
Rose turned back and gave Old Daoist Mo a disgusted look. "Get lost."
Old Daoist Mo's mouth twitched, and he took half a step back.
Li Dabai reached out and gently caressed Rose's face.
Rose lowered her head shyly, but she did not resist. She let her face become the most precious treasure in Li Dabai's hand.
Watching the two old folks act out a twilight romance, Long Aotian leaned crookedly toward Lu Chengwen. "Are we getting our treasure back?"
Lu Chengwen looked at him. "I trusted you just this once, and you lied to me."
Long Aotian looked at Lu Chengwen. "I told you, it wasn't a lie. There was no other way."
"I'll never