The Matter of the Agreement

On the hillside, one white-clad and one red-clad figure wandered aimlessly uphill. A breeze brushed against their faces, carrying a hint of coolness, yet Ma Xiaotao only felt increasingly restless.

Watching the white-haired figure sway ahead of her, moonlight spilled over his golden robes, shrouding him in a silvery glow. He looked like an exiled immortal descended to the mortal world, beautiful enough to make one lose oneself.

Truthfully, in all the year or so they had spent together, this was the first time she had seen Huo Yuhao like this.

Before this, she had always believed that even if the sky came crashing down, he would still wear a smile.

Though he would grow angry over certain matters and nervous over others, she had always felt that something was missing from Huo Yuhao—or rather, that he was concealing something, trying to hide it away.

But just now, she had seen it. She had seen the complicated look in Huo Yuhao's eyes and heard him unconsciously blurt out, "Sister Xiaotao."

So even someone who could remain unfazed in the face of the end of the world could be moved by something small.

She suddenly gritted her teeth and took several quick steps, blocking Huo Yuhao's path. She stared directly into those azure eyes, now restored to their usual clarity, as a gust of wind swept past, carrying the girl's voice.

"I want to know the story between you and me."

Huo Yuhao said nothing. He merely gazed quietly into those fiery red eyes, which, as always, held an indescribable persistence.

After a long while, seeing that she had no intention of backing down, Huo Yuhao nodded gently.

"Alright."

As his words fell, the figure of an elderly man in gray robes abruptly appeared behind Huo Yuhao. The old man raised