Those simple words made a blazing light flare in Yu Jing's eyes.
She seemed to become the little girl who had followed behind the Divine Son again, her heart and eyes filled with adoration.
Perhaps, in her eyes, Jun Wuhui was the most perfect man in the world.
After they chatted for a while, Yu Jing spoke wistfully again. "Divine Son, after you left that year, so many of the girls kept waiting for you. I wanted to wait for you too, but my lineage was wiped out, and the Qiu Family was kind enough to save me. I could only..."
As she spoke, emotion welled up inside her, and she felt she had let Jun Wuhui down.
After Jun Wuhui left that year, there had been no word of him at all. Who could have known he would return?
She, too, had waited bitterly for many years. The days without Jun Wuhui had been torment.
But Jun Wuhui's expression remained indifferent, as though he were listening to someone else's story.
His younger self might have cared. Of course, that concern would merely have been the possessiveness of a hot-blooded young Divine Son, unwilling to let anyone else lay a finger on his followers.
Now, however, only when Yu Jing's tears fell like rain did he say coolly, "I came today solely for the Immortal Path."
At those words, Yu Jing trembled all over.
Twenty years of devotion had still earned her nothing but this coldness.
But she should have known long ago. Of all those girls back then, who had ever truly entered this man's heart?
Yu Jing understood all that, but the same truth remained: after meeting a man as exceptional as Jun Wuhui, every other man seemed a tier below him. She felt none could compare to