The Demon Suppression Abyss.
Feng Chenye looked at Meng Yao, seated upright on the scroll, and froze where he stood.
He had thought he would have a thousand things to say when they met.
He had never imagined those thousand words would all drown in reddening eyes.
Everyone from the Academy sighed at the sight of them.
They should have been an immortal couple, yet now they were destined to be star-crossed lovers.
"Young Master Feng, you may only speak to Meng Yao from here!" the Dean reminded him gravely.
Feng Chenye did not respond. He merely gazed at Meng Yao with a foolish, lovestruck smile. "Meng Yao, I finally found you. Am I dreaming?"
Meng Yao smiled too, though tears had long blurred her eyes. "I heard you spent a year and three months searching for me alone in the Spirit Wasteland, never stopping for a moment. You've suffered so much!"
"It wasn't suffering," Feng Chenye said softly. "Even the wind tasted sweet when I thought of you."
"Through all that searching, did you ever resent me?" Meng Yao asked again.
"Now that I've seen you, I don't."
"Do you like me?" Meng Yao suddenly asked.
"Can't you tell?" Feng Chenye asked back, aggrieved.
Meng Yao burst out laughing, then put on a stern face. "I returned to the Spirit Wasteland on an important mission for my sect!
"Didn't I tell you not to look for me, not to think of me, and not to wait for me?
"You didn't listen to a word I said. Why does it feel like you don't like me?"
Feng Chenye grew anxious. "If I could think of you without needing to see you, if I could control my feelings, what use would I have for this heart?
"You left a letter saying