Yao Yue's fingers trembled slightly as she slowly turned her head.
Their eyes met, and at that moment, heaven and earth fell silent.
Yao Yue's gaze was incomparably complicated. Her finely arched brows and the moon mark between them twitched unconsciously, while her bright, lively eyes remained fixed on Chen Xun without blinking.
"...Chen Xun."
"Mm." Chen Xun swallowed hard, and the calm look on his face became somewhat unnatural.
"Hahaha..."
Yao Yue suddenly burst into laughter, her smile dazzling and spirited. "Hahaha..."
The embarrassment in Chen Xun's eyes vanished in a flash. What was she doing in front of this Dao Ancestor...
Yao Yue looked at Chen Xun's evasive gaze and asked, "Chen Xun, all these years, have you ever met a woman who made your heart stir? This is the last time. Don't lie to me again."
She murmured softly, the last time. She had no time left.
Just now, he had asked whether she had any unfinished business. She truly had none, only some regrets... regrets that could never be mended.
Chen Xun's brow trembled. After pondering for a long while, he said, "Yes."
A relieved smile appeared at the corners of Yao Yue's lips. "That's good. Is she... still alive?"
"She died unexpectedly on the battlefield." For some reason, Chen Xun's voice trembled slightly, and his pupils contracted.
He had never spoken of this even to Old Bull. Those sealed memories gradually surged into his mind. No one knew how much courage he had mustered to say those words to Yao Yue.
It was simply that, back then, even he himself seemed not to have noticed. The past was like smoke; it could only be buried in the depths of his heart. What had been missed was missed. There was no need to keep speaking of