"You... you've become an immortal now. We..."
Only then did Qingling finish letting it all out. She wiped the tears from her face and looked at Ye Lin, her heart aching unbearably.
The person she had missed day and night had finally come, but she... she no longer had any chance...
Now she was old and faded, and in a few decades, she would be in the ground.
But what about Ye Lin? Decades could pass, and his appearance would remain unchanged. Even after decades, centuries, or millennia, he would still look the same.
"It's all right. Aren't you living well now? I came this time to make it up to you both."
Ye Lin gently patted Qingling's back and spoke softly.
"Make it up to us... How are you going to do that?"
Qingling looked at Ye Lin, her tear-reddened eyes fixed on him.
"Qingling, what's taking you so long to find a child? The food's gone cold, and we still have to harvest the wheat this afternoon. If we don't, tonight's heavy rain will ruin everything."
Just then, a country farmer with a straw bundle and a face full of stubble walked over.
"Damn it, who's that? How dare you hold my wife? Let go of her!"
Seeing the beloved woman in his life held by a strange man, the old farmer flew into a rage. He bent down, looked around, then finally grabbed a stone and charged over.
But when he came up to Ye Lin and saw his face, the old man suddenly froze. The hand holding the stone stopped in midair.
"Ye... Brother Ye."
The old man's face filled with shock. His eyes widened as he stammered.
"Tian Qing, it's been decades. You've gotten bolder."
Ye Lin looked at the old man before him and