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At first, Xiaolongnü felt slightly uneasy about that form of address. Whenever Lin Xuan spoke those two words, her heart would tremble faintly, as though an invisible thread had gently stirred something within her. Such closeness was unfamiliar, yet she felt no desire to reject it.
Lin Xuan also grew bolder in his manner.
He would often find difficult questions about martial arts and sit close beside Xiaolongnü to discuss them, gently taking her cool hand in his.
A steady warmth flowed from his palm, dispelling the chill that had lingered in the Ancient Tomb for so many years. It brought her an unfamiliar sense of comfort and peace. She did not pull away, allowing him to hold her hand as she felt his warmth.
Their growing closeness was like a gentle spring rain, silently nourishing the pure snow lotus within the Ancient Tomb.
She discovered that, with Lin Xuan beside her, every difficult martial arts problem could be resolved.
With him there, the Ancient Tomb, silent for so many years, had begun to show signs of life. It was no longer merely a place to practice martial arts; it had acquired the warmth of a home.
With him there, even her long-frozen heart began to feel a faint trace of warmth.
It was something she had never experienced before, something she found difficult to leave behind.
Li Mochou saw all of this, and her heart filled with conflicting emotions.
She could not understand.
Why?
Why was Lin Xuan always so gentle with Xiaolongnü, behaving like a perfect gentleman?
Yet in private, he treated Li Mochou so differently.
Whenever she angered him during the day, he would summon her alone to another stone chamber.
Now,