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Last night, when he softly recited those two lines from "Fairy on the Magpie Bridge," the embryonic form of a conception had flashed into existence. Though fleeting, it had left its mark.
Everyone present in the private room had been moved, especially Chen Hua and Jixiang, the two well-traveled Soul Saints, who had felt it most keenly.
Chen Hua and Jixiang wore different expressions. As High-Rank Soul Masters, they could maintain their outward composure, but they could not entirely conceal the waves surging within.
Amid his wild delight, Chen Hua swiftly drew Jixiang aside, making his intention to keep this secret abundantly clear.
Jixiang quickly adjusted his expression, struggling to suppress his shock and appear perfectly calm, as though he had noticed nothing.
In truth, however, that shock surged through him like a tide, refusing to subside completely.
Fucking hell, what an absolute monster!
It could be said that last night's gathering had brought Chen Xiaojun far too many benefits.
A conception was an intensely subjective thing to begin with, and one born of devoted love was even more so.
Looking back on Chen Xiaojun and Xiao Yi's lives, they had been childhood sweethearts, innocent and inseparable, weathering the baptism of battle together and sharing trials of life and death.
Then they had been forced apart for three years, and Chen Xiaojun had kept vigil for those three years, never abandoning her.
Beside the sleeping Xiao Yi, he had ceaselessly poured out his heart.
Until twenty days ago, when Xiao Yi had awakened and they had reunited, their emotions rising and falling like an erupting volcano.
Last night, first came "You," the song Zhu Wuneng had sung on his behalf, tailored especially for Xiao Yi. Though Chen Xiaojun had plagiarized it, his feelings