Ye Qingxian gently wiped away my tears.
A moment later, as my emotions gradually calmed.
She bent down and stared at my clenched fist.
She took hold of my tightly clenched knuckles, trying to slowly pry open the small hand that had been clenched all along.
I cooperatively spread open my palm.
The hairpin that might have seemed terribly shoddy in the eyes of countless cultivators once again lay quietly in the air.
She grasped one end of the hairpin.
At the same time, she gathered up some of my hair and inserted the hairpin into it.
"You've still been thinking about Qing Ye." She had always noticed the hairpin. The question sounded casual, without any deeper meaning.
My hand trembled almost imperceptibly. Not wanting Ye Qingxian to misunderstand Qing Ye again, I hurriedly explained, "It's not what you think. I just miss the days we had before. The one I miss is Qing Ye, but also Ye Qingxian. I've long since regarded you as Qing Ye—there's no difference between you anymore."
"I've been reminiscing lately about the peaceful life we had in that little town."
"The hairpin reminded me of that life, so I took it out for a while."
"When we lived in that town, there was no need to think about so many troubling things."
"Sometimes I went out to set up a stall and sell things. It was a little tiring, but I was very happy. When I returned home, I could see the one I loved, and the adorable babies too."
"Mm." Ye Qingxian replied, "I didn't think too much about it. It's not like I'd get jealous of myself. If you miss Qing Ye, then miss Qing Ye. We're the same person anyway. I'll only be happy about it, so don't put too much