If the enemy forces knew about this from beyond the grave, they would have cried out in disbelief.
Who are you shielding from the wind and snow?
Xianyu?
Are you sure you don't mean some human who happens to share the Xianzhou Marshal's name?
That Xianyu is a natural disaster!
He's the source of evil that brings the blizzards!
Unfortunately, neither those enemy forces, long since reduced to dust drifting through the cosmos, nor the three people present could see into Jingliu's thoughts.
Xianyu instinctively raised a hand and clutched his collar.
If only Hua were here.
He would have smiled and said to Hua:
"Look at her, then look at you."
One sentence would have been enough to turn Jingliu down, effortlessly define their relationship as that of an elder and a junior, and draw a firm line between them.
Xianyu weighed his words over and over, but ultimately said nothing.
He put on an impeccable smile and nodded lightly to Jingliu, then turned his gaze toward Dan Feng.
For the first time in a long while, the instigator who had brought the two together again began questioning his own decision.
Why did I give Jingliu those storybooks?
Adored by his people and subordinates, the High Elder had never known failure, but now he could not help sighing inwardly.
Nothing showed on his face as he led the other three toward the lakeside pavilion.
By the time they arrived, a thin layer of snow had settled on them.
They had barely stepped into the pavilion, and Jingliu had only half raised her hand, when the Marshal swiftly brushed the snow from his shoulders and shook it out of his hair.
Dan Feng grew thoughtful.
To him, having servers dress him and tie up his hair was perfectly normal.
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