Breaking Up with Tang Yuehua
"Ye Guyi? Don't you take your father's surname Xia?"
"Why did you get such a name?"
"Is there any explanation?"
Ghost Douluo asked in confusion.
Chrysanthemum Douluo sighed, lowered his voice and explained, "Alas!"
"Bibi Dong and Xia Yang have broken up a long time ago. How can the child's surname be Xia?"
"As for the meaning of the name, Bibi Dong did not explain it clearly."
"But I secretly guess that the surname 'Ye' may be because they broke up at night."
"The word 'bone' may mean that Xia Yang and Martial Soul are related to bones."
"And the word 'clothing'... probably symbolizes the situation of being 'helpless'."
"Hey, this name does hide a lot of stories."
Ghost Douluo nodded thoughtfully.
"Okay, I won't tell you any more. I have to quickly take this little guy to show her mother."
Chrysanthemum Douluo said, carefully holding the baby in his arms, turned around and walked into the room.
And Ghost Douluo also left quietly.
In the room, Bibi Dong was lying weakly on the bed.
The long period of production just now has exhausted Bibi Dong's energy.
At this time, her hair soaked with sweat was stuck to Bibi Dong's forehead, and her face was as pale as paper.
Bibi Dong stared blankly at the empty wall.
Her eyes were empty and she didn't know what she was thinking.
"Dong'er, look, the child is very healthy."
Chrysanthemum Douluo stepped forward and carefully placed the baby into Bibi Dong's arms.
Bibi Dong took the child, and his dim eyes were instantly lit up by an indescribable maternal brilliance.
Bibi Dong's face is full of love and gentleness.
She gently stroked her daughter's delicate cheek and called softly, "Guyi, my Guyi, I am mother..."
"Ah--"
Little Guyi seemed to sense something. He stretched out his little hand and waved it in the air. Finally he grabbed one of Bibi Dong's fingers and was about to stuff it into his mouth.
Seeing a smile finally appear on Bibi Dong's face, Chrysanthemum Douluo hesitated for a moment, then reminded in a low voice, "Dong'er, just now... Master Pope is here."
"... I know."
The softness on Bibi Dong's face instantly subsided and returned to an expressionless look, but the arms holding the child tightened slightly.
The room fell into silence, except for the occasional small sound from the baby.
After a while, Bibi Dong suddenly spoke, with a subtle tremor in his voice, and asked, "Chrysanthemum Douluo, that night..."
"Xia Yang suddenly decided Desperate Land to break up with me."
"Behind the scenes... is it the teacher...?"
"Ah? This... this..."
Chrysanthemum Douluo's face changed slightly, his eyes flickered, and he hesitated, not daring to look directly into Bibi Dong's eyes, let alone giving a clear answer.
Seeing his reaction like this, Bibi Dong already understood.
Bibi Dong closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, only fatigue remained in his eyes.
Bibi Dong said, "Okay, there's no need to say anything more."
"I'm tired and want to rest."
"Well, you have a good rest. I'm next door. If you need anything, ask the maid to call me anytime."
"The maid specially arranged for you will come to serve you later."
Chrysanthemum Douluo felt relieved and quickly responded and exited the room.
The door closed gently, and only Bibi Dong and her newborn daughter were left in the room.
Bibi Dong lowered his head, staring at his daughter's pure and innocent sleeping face, and gently brushed the soft fetal hair with his fingertips.
A long and heavy sigh echoed in the silent room.
This voice contains endless complex emotions.
"Xia Yang... teacher... sigh...!"
Xia Yang, who is far away from the Clear Sky Sect, naturally has no way of knowing the news that Bibi Dong gave birth to a daughter.
As the night got darker, Xia Yang was lying on the bed, with the conversation he had just had with Tang Xiao echoing in his mind.
Tang Xiao's words were like thorns piercing his heart.
In this way, Xia Yang kept thinking for half a night, and it was not until the moon Mid-sky that he fell asleep full of worries.
In the early morning of the next day, the sky was slightly bright, and Xia Yang was practicing cross-legged in the courtyard as usual.
The morning dew wetted Xia Yang's clothes, but he didn't notice it and just concentrated on running the Cultivation Technique in his body.
I don't know how long it took, but the sound of soft footsteps came from far away and came closer.
Tang Yuehua walked quietly into the yard and stopped a few steps away from Xia Yang.
Thinking of the scene where the two of them talked to each other last night, her cheeks couldn't help but blush. She was a little shy, but she couldn't hide the joy in her heart.
"Brother Xia?"
Tang Yuehua called softly.
Xia Yang slowly opened her eyes, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment.
In the morning light, the girl's beautiful face is particularly moving.
However, Xia Yang quickly looked away and just said lightly, "Practice."
After saying that, Xia Yang closed his eyes again and continued to run Cultivation Technique.
"Oh..."
Tang Yuehua pouted, with a bit of disappointment in his tone.
However, she quickly thought that Xia Yang was currently struggling to break through the bottleneck of level 29.
Tang Yuehua thought that Xia Yang was just eager to practice, so she didn't think much about it.
Then, Tang Yuehua quietly sat down next to Xia Yang and started running Hunyuan Technique.
On the top of the mountain in the distance, Tang Xiao stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the scene in the courtyard from a distance.
Seeing that the two of them were getting along peacefully, he snorted coldly and said, "I guess you know the truth!"
After saying that, Tang Xiao turned and left.
The time of cultivation always flies by.
When the sun set in the west and Orange-Red's sunset dyed the sky red, the two of them completed a whole day of practice.
"Brother Xia!"
As soon as he finished practicing, Tang Yuehua couldn't wait to throw himself into Xia Yang's arms.
Tang Yuehua pressed his cheek against Xia Yang's chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat.
Xia Yang's body froze, and he raised his hands involuntarily, but stopped the moment he was about to touch Tang Yuehua.
However, in the end, Xia Yang took a deep breath and gently pushed Tang Yuehua away.
"Brother Xia, what's wrong with you?"
Tang Yuehua looked at Xia Yang in confusion, his eyes full of confusion.
"Yuehua, you also know that my Soul Power has been stuck at level 29."
Xia Yang avoided her gaze and said in a difficult tone, "I think we should focus on cultivation now. Emotional matters..."
"There is no conflict between cultivation and emotions."
Tang Yuehua interrupted him eagerly, reaching out to hold Xia Yang's hand.
"Didn't we practice well together today?"
Xia Yang took a step back and avoided Tang Yuehua's touch.
Immediately afterwards, Xia Yang said with determination, "Yuehua, let's break up."
These words were like a bolt from the blue, causing Tang Yuehua to stagger back.
Tang Yuehua covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes. She asked in disbelief, "Brother Xia, you... what did you say?"
"I said, let's break up."
Xia Yang turned his head, not daring to see her sad look.
"You bastard!"
Tang Yuehua ran out of the yard crying, her skirt raising a sad arc in the wind.