"It's warm. I'm not dreaming. I'm still alive? Brother Long, you really came back. You're still that young man, but I've already grown old." Ruan Qianqian closed her eyes in anguish.
She said nothing more for a long time and did not move, like a statue. Tears poured down like pearls spilling from a broken string.
After a long while, her lips trembled as she cried, "Why did you come back? Couldn't you leave me something to dream of? I'm about to die."
She burst into sobs. The man she had been waiting for had returned, yet this was not what she had wished for. The enormous gulf between her hopes and reality left her utterly heartbroken.
Wenlong held her hand, wanting to comfort her, but he did not know where to begin.
Only after Ruan Qianqian gradually calmed down did Wenlong say, "Qianqian, didn't I leave to learn immortal arts? Now I've mastered them and come back. How about I give you back your younger self?"
"Really? You're not lying to me?" Qianqian opened her eyes and asked in disbelief.
"Of course. I'm right here, aren't I? I'm not going to run away again. Calm down first, and I'll give you a pill," Wenlong assured her confidently.
"All right, Brother Long. I'll listen to you." Only then did Ruan Qianqian's spirits begin to improve, and she obediently settled her emotions.
Having witnessed Ruan Qianqian's heartfelt devotion, Wenlong took out the finest Life-Extending Divine Pill, even though a Life-Extending Spirit Pill would have sufficed.
Ruan Qianqian truly had fallen ill from longing. Otherwise, she would never have aged so badly. Giving her the best pill was a way to make it up to her.
Wenlong fed Ruan Qianqian the divine pill, then channeled his own spiritual energy to help her