Bibi Dong's Jealousy!?

The thought had barely formed when it was crushed by an even more powerful force.

Give up on Lin Xia?

Giving up this person who grew up beside her since childhood was the only light and warmth in her gloomy palace life.

Give up on this foolish boy who dared to suffer poison alone just because he disliked Dugu Bo.

Abandoning her younger brother, who always gave her strength and comfort when she was lonely and helpless.

Should she abandon this pillar that has now grown into a towering tree, powerful enough to make her shed all her pretenses?

Qian Renxue asked herself this question.

It's impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Lin Xia had long since transcended being simply "integrated" into her life; he had become a part of her very being!

It was the air she breathed, the temperature flowing in her blood. Without Lin Xia, beneath that cold "Xue Qinghe" mask lay only an even colder, walking corpse.

That deep-seated dependence and profound affection had long transcended the bond between siblings. In countless days and nights of longing and companionship, it quietly transformed into a more complex and intense emotion—possession, protection, admiration, and the thrill of "love."

The brief silence felt like an eternity. Qian Renxue lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes casting deep shadows on her fair face, obscuring the turbulent emotions churning within her eyes. Lin Xia waited quietly, sensing the intense struggle within her.

Finally, she slowly raised her head.

In those Viola eyes, all the panic, shyness, entanglement, and sadness... were swept away as if by an invisible hand, leaving only an almost tragic determination and an unparalleled love.

The moonlight outlined the perfect lines of her profile, giving her a resolute beauty that seemed to have given everything.

She didn't say anything, but suddenly took a step forward, stretched out her arms, and hugged Lin Xia tightly!

This hug was different from the usual intimacy between siblings; it was filled with an unquestionable sense of possession and a declaration of sovereignty.

Her cheeks were buried deep in Lin Xia's broad, warm chest. Through the fabric, Lin Xia could clearly feel her body trembling slightly and her heart pounding violently.

"Xiao Xia..."

Her voice came muffled from his chest, with a barely Frisk sob, yet it was incredibly clear, like a vow striking Lin Xia's heart word by word.

Let's get engaged!

She raised her head and looked up at Lin Xia's face, which was so close to hers.

Under the moonlight, her cheeks still bore a captivating blush, but her purple eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, burning with a fiery intensity that unabashedly reflected Lin Xia's figure.

"I like you!"

This confession, devoid of the previous hesitation and shyness, carried the pride of the Angel Young Master and Lin Xia's unique Limber; it was clear, firm, and even carried a hint of do-or-die courage.

Her voice trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the overwhelming emotion that threatened to burst from her chest. Her flushed cheeks, like blooming roses, added a breathtaking beauty to her courageous confession.

Lin Xia's heart was struck hard at that moment. It was as if something had exploded in her chest, and a warm current instantly swept through her limbs and bones.

He gazed at the stunningly beautiful face before him, so vibrant and radiant with the weight of her confession, and at the desperate love and anxious anticipation in her eyes...

All hesitation and concerns seemed so pale and powerless in the face of her brave and passionate confession.

A surge of immense joy and indescribable tenderness instantly overwhelmed Lin Xia. His lips involuntarily curved upwards, forming an incredibly radiant and genuine smile, a smile as warm and dazzling as sunlight breaking through the clouds.

Without hesitation, he tightened his arms, embracing her soft, fragrant body even more deeply.

He gently rested his chin on the top of her fragrant hair, feeling her body temperature and heartbeat gradually Synchronize with his own.

"Um."

His deep voice, tinged with amusement, rang in her ears, clear and firm, like the most solemn promise.

"Actually... I like you too, Sister Xue'er."

It's not a younger brother's dependence on his older sister, but a man's response to the woman he loves.

Beside the Glazed Pavilion, the moonlight was like water, and the shadows of flowers swayed. Two figures embraced tightly, as if they had become one.

Lin Xia embraced Qian Renxue's slender yet powerful waist, while Qian Renxue nestled against his strong and broad chest. The gentle moonlight bathed them, casting a sacred silver glow on this tranquil and beautiful scene.

The pool water reflected their embracing silhouettes, swaying gently with the ripples, as if the whole world was tenderly blessing their beautiful relationship at this moment.

Time seemed to stand still, with only the sound of their heartbeats echoing and resonating in the tranquil night sky.

However, in the shadows of this beautiful scene, not far from the Glazed Pavilion, behind a dense clump of fragrant Purple-Veined Night Epiphyllum, a figure dressed in Pope robes had been standing there for quite some time.

Bibi Dong.

She had quietly arrived in the garden without anyone noticing.

Perhaps it sensed the Soul Power fluctuations of Qian Renxue carrying Lin Xia as they fled, or perhaps it was something else entirely.

She stood quietly in the depths of the flower shadows, like a silent Ghost type, taking in the straightforward and passionate confession under the pavilion, the response "I like you too," and the beautiful scene of them embracing tightly at this moment.

At the top of the scepter in his hand, the gem symbolizing Pope authority gleamed with a cold luster under the moonlight.

Her beautiful and dignified face was expressionless at this moment, like an exquisitely crafted mask.

However, deep within those dark, deep purple eyes, a complex mix of emotions surged like a raging storm.

Relieved?

Looking at the child they cherished and raised with all their heart, and their daughter with whom they shared a blood connection yet had a complicated relationship, they finally laid down their respective burdens, bravely embraced each other's feelings, and walked towards a possible happiness.

As a teacher and elder, she should be pleased.

Bitter?

An indescribable bitterness suddenly welled up from the bottom of my heart, instantly spreading throughout my mouth, even carrying a hint of blood.

Their tightly embracing figures were so glaringly obvious.

A blush of pure dependence and happiness, never before seen on Qian Renxue's face, spread across her face...

The undisguised tenderness and love in Lin Xia's eyes...

All of this felt like tiny needles pricking her cold heart.

Envy?

The thought itself made her feel a sense of absurdity and panic.

She is the Pope of the Spirit Hall!

She is a woman standing at the pinnacle of power!

How could she... be jealous of her own daughter?

Jealous of the boy she personally nurtured?

No... perhaps it's not jealousy of Qian Renxue, but rather jealousy of that pure, passionate love that could be expressed without reservation?

Jealousy of what she had long since lost in the power struggles and the Abyss of hatred?