Heavenly Sword Peak.
Ye Qingxian returned alone.
Yue Wuhua was the first person she saw.
The moment Yue Wuhua saw Ye Qingxian's miserable state, she couldn't help but grin.
"Well, if it isn't the Fairy Ye who was showing off her romance just a few days ago."
"What happened? How'd you end up looking so wretched?"
Almost every inch of Ye Qingxian was drenched in blood, and a dagger still stuck out of her chest. "Wretched" hardly did her condition justice.
"Let's drink." Ye Qingxian didn't want to talk about it.
Yue Wuhua agreed.
After a few cups of strong liquor, Yue Wuhua tentatively asked, "Did you two have a falling-out?"
"Mm." Ye Qingxian stared at the clear liquid in her cup.
"She told me to get lost."
"She also told me never to appear by her side again."
Ye Qingxian gave a bitter smile and caught a feather.
Most of its gray had faded, leaving behind a little white.
"I've been thinking. If my presence is destined to bring her pain, then maybe I should grant her wish and become a stranger to her from now on."
"Maybe I'm tired, too." Ye Qingxian looked at Yue Wuhua.
"I've made up my mind."
Yue Wuhua froze. As if she understood, disbelief gradually filled her eyes. "What are you going to do?"
"Only now have I understood something," Ye Qingxian said in a low voice. "Love doesn't have to mean possessing someone. It can mean letting go, too."
"I won't disturb her life again."
"I won't hurt her or make her suffer anymore..."
"Just as she told me." Ye Qingxian smiled bitterly. "I want her to be happy. If I'm the source of her unhappiness, then I'll erase myself with my own hands."
Ye Qingxian thrust her hand between her ribs.