"Do you like it?" Li Mu Yang asked.
"I do." Song Chenxi gently touched the paper with her fingertips. The girl in the painting was so lifelike, she seemed almost real.
Her slender brows, clear eyes, the corners of her lips lifting slightly when she smiled, and that sickly yet somewhat mischievous expression and bearing—
She was practically another Song Chenxi.
"It's for you." Li Mu Yang smiled.
"Thank you." Song Chenxi beamed, her smile bright and cheerful. "I'll definitely keep it safe. As long as I'm alive, I'll look at it every day. It's just—"
Li Mu Yang cut her off. "It's all right. You can live. You'll definitely live well. But don't live too long, either. About as long as your grandfather has is enough. Girls age terribly once they get older."
"All right." Song Chenxi nodded again. "I'll listen to you. I'll definitely do my best."
Li Mu Yang glanced at Li Sinian and said, "I still have things to attend to, so I won't disturb Miss Song's rest. Until we meet again, if fate wills it."
"Ah, already? I haven't even invited you to have some tea." Song Chenxi said.
"No matter. I'll come visit next time, and I'll certainly sample the fine tea of the Song residence."
"I'll have Xiao Xing see you out." Song Chenxi said.
"Then I'll trouble Miss Xiao Xing."
With that, Li Mu Yang led Li Sinian toward the courtyard gate.
Thinking that in a few days Li Mu Yang would be sparring with that Old Immortal Zhishui, and that the odds of his survival were poor, Song Chenxi feared that by the time they met again, there might never be another chance.
Her heart ached terribly, and she couldn't help calling out, "Li Mu Yang—"
Li Mu Yang stopped and