Your... Why Are You Drinking Alone Here?

Feeling lost and empty?

Looking at the image that symbolizes youth, beauty, and possibility, a biting wind seemed to blow through the wasteland in Bibi Dong's heart, which was occupied by hatred and coldness, making her feel an unprecedented, bone-deep loneliness and chill.

She possessed supreme power, controlling the fates of countless people, yet her side... was completely empty.

Yu Xiaogang had long become a scar on her heart and an obsession she could not let go of, while the child in front of her, whom she once wanted to control tightly and to whom she had placed certain complex emotions, had now found his own moonlight... but that moonlight was not her.

Several emotions collided and tore fiercely within her.

Her knuckles, gripping the scepter, turned slightly white from the force.

The magnificent and heavy Pope robes now seemed to have transformed into invisible shackles, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She suddenly longed to see the child's eyes in the moonlight, to see if they still relied on her wholeheartedly, just as they had when the child was little.

Do you still remember who gave him strength and protection?

But an overwhelming exhaustion and an almost masochistic clarity stopped her.

In the end, all the emotions turned into a silent, heavy sigh, which dissipated in the night wind.

She took one last, deep look at the silhouettes of them embracing in the moonlight, as if trying to etch the scene into her heart, or as if trying to completely erase it from her memory.

Then, she turned around silently, just as she had come, without disturbing a single fallen leaf or stirring up a gust of wind, letting her magnificent dress blend into the deeper night, and left alone, leaving behind a beautiful yet heart-wrenching scene.

The time after we became a couple was like being immersed in honey, every minute and every second filled with sweetness.

Although Qian Renxue still needs to return to the Heaven Dou Empire under the identity of "Xue Qinghe," and Lin Xia also needs to accompany her under the guise of "exchange," the relationship between the two has undergone earth-shattering changes.

The atmosphere inside Qian Renxue's palace was completely different from usual.

The mountains of official documents are gone, replaced by a warm and busy atmosphere.

Qian Renxue personally took out sets of Lin Xia's everyday clothes from the depths of the closet—no longer the gorgeous clothes symbolizing the Holy Son's status, but more practical outfits or elegant casual wear.

Her movements were delicate and gentle, her fingertips tracing the folds of the fabric as if handling a precious jewel.

Sunlight streamed in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the tiny dust particles dancing in the air, and also the sweet smile that she couldn't suppress at the corners of her lips.

"Take this with you, it sometimes rains in Heaven Dou City... and this too, it gets chilly at night..."

She muttered to herself as she carefully folded the clothes and placed them into a specially made Soul Guidance Storage Box.

Lin Xia sat to the side, toying with an exquisite wooden box in her hand, inside which were specially made Potion and Soul Power replenishing potions from the Spirit Hall.

He wore a relaxed smile, but his gaze kept drifting towards the busy, beautiful figure.

Watching her focus and gentleness as she packed my things, a warm feeling welled up inside me.

Occasionally, Qian Renxue would look up, and their eyes would meet in the air. Without a word, they could understand the affection in each other's eyes and the reluctance to part for the time being. When they smiled at each other, the air Sisi to be filled with sweetness.

Okay, that's about it.

Qian Renxue checked the box one last time, closed the lid, and looked at Lin Xia with a satisfied smile.

"You've kept those 'special equipment' safe, haven't you?"

Lin Xia patted an inconspicuous storage bag at her waist and smiled:

"Don't worry, they're all here. Venusaur also on standby."

The cozy packing time was drawing to a close. A maid sent by Qian Renxue gently knocked on the door, respectfully reminding her that it was almost time to leave.

Let's go.

Qian Renxue naturally took Lin Xia's hand, her eyes filled with reluctance, but even more so with anticipation for facing the storms of the Heaven Dou together.

"We should go and say goodbye to our mother."

Lin Xia nodded, took the slightly cool Limber hand in her palm, and walked out of the bedroom side by side with her.

We walked through the familiar corridors and arrived at the Pope's Palace.

The grand palace doors were tightly shut, and the guards standing at the entrance bowed in salute.

"Your His Highness the Holy Son, Young Master, His Holiness the Pope instructed you that if you wish to find her, you may go to the back garden."

The two exchanged a glance, both feeling somewhat puzzled.

Why would a teacher be alone in the garden at this time?

With this doubt in mind, they bypassed the main palace and headed towards the area behind it that connected to the quiet garden.

The closer one gets to the garden, the clearer the unique and powerful spiritual field belonging to Bibi Dong becomes, carrying a sense of... desolate loneliness.

Soon, on the path leading to the pond deep within the garden, they saw the familiar Glazed Pavilion.

The scene inside the pavilion startled both Lin Xia and Qian Renxue slightly.

Bibi Dong was not wearing the heavy Pope robes that symbolized supreme authority during the day, but only a simple dark purple casual dress with a long skirt hanging down on the stone steps.

She leaned against a stone table beside a pavilion pillar, on which, unusually, lay a pot of wine and a crystal-clear jade cup.

The moonlight, clear and cold as frost, fell upon her without obstruction, outlining the contours of her profile—beautiful, lonely, yet carrying a heavy weariness.

She didn't look this way, but simply rested her chin on one hand, her other slender fingers unconsciously stroking the smooth rim of the jade cup.

His gaze fell upon the broken yet restored reflection of the moon in the pond, his eyes deep and distant, as if Infiltrator the scenery before him and landing on some far-off and unreachable place.

The night breeze ruffled a few stray strands of her hair, brushing against her smooth but slightly pale cheeks, enveloping her in an atmosphere of indescribable sorrow and desolation.

Lin Xia's heart tightened suddenly.

He had never seen Bibi Dong like this before.

In his memory, teachers were always powerful, rational, and in control of everything; even when they were angry, their anger was stern and imposing.

This is the first time I've ever been drinking alone under the moon, enveloped in an inescapable sense of loneliness and sorrow.

He subconsciously released Qian Renxue's hand and quickly stepped forward.

Qian Renxue also keenly sensed the unusually low pressure emanating from her mother. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly as she followed behind Lin Xia, but her steps were very light.

"Teacher?"

Lin Xia's voice broke the silence under the pavilion, carrying obvious concern and a hint of caution.

"Why are you drinking alone here all by yourself?"

He walked to the stone table, his gaze sweeping over the nearly empty jade pot and the almost untouched cup of wine in front of Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong's body seemed to pause very slightly. She slowly, very slowly, turned her head.

The moonlight clearly illuminated her face, which remained breathtakingly beautiful. However, her Viola eyes, which were capable of captivating all beings, were now veiled by a thin, persistent mist.

Deep in her eyes, Lin Xia clearly caught a fleeting glimpse of weariness, complexity, and even a trace... of some intense emotion being Sheer Force suppressed?