The White Moonlight Strikes the Cinnabar Mole

Just then.

Le Qingling returned.

"Tang Le."

Hearing the familiar voice, Tang Wulin, who had made up his mind, immediately rose to his feet.

"Qingling."

"I have something to tell you..."

However.

The moment he saw Le Qingling as she was now, his voice abruptly cut off.

His mouth opened and closed.

Yet the words he had prepared so long ago simply would not come out.

His attention was completely drawn to Le Qingling's school-belle-style outfit and makeup. The longer he looked, the more entranced he became.

He looked dazed, his gaze blank.

"Tang..." Le Qingling had been about to speak to Tang Le with her usual concern, but then she remembered Di Tian's little trick.

She immediately changed her words.

"Dummy."

"You're still as dazed as when we first met."

It was merely an ordinary, gentle smile, yet in Tang Le's eyes, it made all flowers pale and the world lose its light. Only Le Qingling shone brightly, like a radiant pearl.

It was also like an arrow from Cupid, piercing through his chest, shredding the thorns entwined around his heart, and striking directly into his heart.

Long caged away, he had finally returned to nature.

His heart stirred.

There was none of the guilt or resistance that had accompanied his past feelings of attraction.

His heart gave a violent thump.

It was as though that beat had made up for the one that had stalled when he first saw a girl all those years ago.

Seeing Tang Le still standing there stupidly, Le Qingling continued.

"Didn't you have something to tell me?"

Only then did Tang Wulin snap back to his senses.

"Yes, yes, yes... did I?"

Though he had known Le Qingling well after spending six years with her, he now seemed incomparably flustered.

Utterly at a loss.

He was filled with the nervousness and youthful awkwardness of an innocent young man.

When people were nervous and at a loss, they always liked to fiddle with something to distract themselves.

Tang Le glanced around.

The closest thing at hand was a potted cactus on the table, so without a second thought, he grabbed it and began plucking off its spines one by one.

His tense emotions finally eased.

"Did I say I had something to tell you?"

"No, no."

"It's nothing."

Clearly, Tang Le had already changed his initial decision.

He could not bear to part with Le Qingling.

He could not bear to leave her.

He could not bear to lose the way it felt to be with Le Qingling now.

If life were only as it was when they first met, why would autumn winds grieve the painted fan?

Once he left.

He felt that he would suffer even more.

Seeing Tang Le's helpless, awkward appearance, like a junior boy meeting a beautiful senior girl, Le Qingling maintained a calm exterior while turbulent waves had already risen within her heart.

The boss truly was the boss!

With just a small move, he had turned the world upside down!

For six years, when had she ever seen Tang Le so captivated by her?

Now she had.

Just standing there, she outshone countless others in the world.

At this moment.

Seeing that the perfect opportunity had arrived, Le Qingling immediately seized it and pressed her advantage.

"I told you already."

"It's not good to stay cooped up in your room all the time."

"You've even started stuttering when you talk."

"Come on."

"Go outside with me, get some sun, and take a walk."

She gently pulled Tang Le to his feet.

Tang Le, who had often refused to go out with Le Qingling in the past, showed no intention of refusing this time and let her have her way.

South Sea Academy.

On the sports field.

Le Qingling stood beneath the sunlight, letting the breeze stir her skirt as her slender jade-like fingers brushed through her hair.

They also tugged at Tang Le's heartstrings.

Like a cloze test, Le Qingling at this moment received full marks in Tang Le's memories.

As if possessed, he spoke.

"Qingling."

"Um, getting out in the sun really is nice."

"From now on, can you often accompany me to run on the academy track?"

His words left Le Qingling momentarily stunned.

Wasn't this progressing a little too fast?

They had gone from "taking a walk together" to "running together" so quickly.

According to the advice Boss Di Tian had given her, wasn't this supposed to be part of the later developments?

But she quickly came back to herself.

Fast was fine. Faster was even better.

As long as things didn't go off track, the faster the better.

"Sure."

"You won't use your hidden power, and I won't use Soul Power either."

"Let's see whether you can catch me."

"Hehe..."

Beneath the sunlight, she ran and he chased. Neither of them could escape.

Because Tang Wulin's memories were sealed, his subconscious had developed an adaptability toward familiar places and familiar activities.

Tang Wulin, the Golden Dragon King and a dignified true god-level powerhouse, flawlessly tripped on level ground while running with Le Qingling.

And it was the kind where they fell while holding each other.

At that moment.

The thorns wrapped around Tang Wulin's heart, already loosened by the damage from Cupid's arrow, were no longer as firmly rooted.

Not to mention that.

At this moment, besides the original silver silhouette, there was now another figure—the academy beauty standing opposite her.

"Break—"

At that moment, the white moonlight dealt a crushing blow to the red cinnabar mark.

Meanwhile.

Elf Branch Academy.

Ever since Gu Yuena had remained at Elf Branch Academy, she had become a teacher of ancient martial arts techniques.

Unconcerned with worldly affairs, she devoted herself solely to teaching.

Six years had passed.

Her state of mind had calmed considerably, and she no longer treated Di Tian with the urgency and agitation she had shown six years ago.

She gradually came to feel that.

Before losing her memories, Di Tian probably had not been all that important to her. At the very least, they were not the sort of companions who would live and die together.

Therefore.

When Di Tian first entered the Elf Branch Academy, she had not gone to find him right away.

Considering that Di Tian would face a whole pile of troubles upon enrolling for the first time, Gu Yuena had only come to find him now.

Outside Di Tian's private container dormitory.

Knock, knock, knock.

Her ringed finger rapped against the door.

She had intended to have a calm, proper talk with Di Tian. Since Di Tian was not that important to her, and since he even disliked her, there was no need for her to shamelessly cling to him.

As if she could not live without a man.

Di Tian was the one lusting after her breasts.

It was not as though she lusted after Di Tian's body.

As for her lost memories? She would let nature take its course.

If they could be restored, then they would be restored.

If not, then so be it.

With those thoughts in mind, Gu Yuena waited outside the door for quite a while.

"No one?"

"Di Tian isn't in the dorm."

But at that very moment, Gu Yuena's heart suddenly ached.

It was the pain of losing the one she loved, of looking around and seeing nothing but ruin.

"Aah—"

Beads of sweat covered Gu Yuena's pale forehead as one hand clutched tightly at her chest.

It hurt! It hurt like hell!

The pain was so intense that, with a crack, she gripped the handle on the door and collapsed to her knees before it.

Quite a few students witnessed the scene.

Gu Yuena was the academy's number one beauty. Even though she kept a low profile, she was still extremely well-known.

"Eh? Teacher Nana."

"Why is she kneeling outside a dorm room?"

"And she looks like she's in so much pain."

"You enrolled late, so you haven't heard about Teacher Nana's glorious deeds from six years ago."

"That's Di Tian's dormitory."

"Back then, Teacher Nana chased Di Tian all the way from Tiandou Planet to Elf Planet. She moved countless people."

"But Di Tian rejected her."

"Now that Di Tian has returned to the human world."

"Teacher Nana is kneeling outside his dorm with such a pained expression."

"He probably rejected her again."

"..."

Listening to the murmurs around her.

Even Gu Yuena herself began to lose confidence.

Could it be that the composure she had cultivated over the past six years was all just an illusion?