Suppressing the regret in her heart, Xing Yun told him about Wu Meng's disappearance, and the image of a devoted woman emerged in Mu Bai's mind. Wu Meng was a devoted girl who had cherished and deeply loved a boy since childhood, but her heart had been clouded by the debts of gratitude, grudges, love, and hatred between tribes.
"Does your heart ache for her?"
As Xing Yun spoke, she stole glances at Mu Bai's changing expression. All these years, Xing Yun had believed Wu Meng was with Mu Bai. To say she had felt no pang of jealousy was something no one could truly manage.
"Are you jealous?"
Mu Bai gently brushed the tip of Xing Yun's nose and asked with a smile.
"A little, but I understand."
"Don't worry. I'm not someone whose heart changes from morning to evening. My feelings for her are complicated, but they aren't love."
"Yes, I believe you! May I be the stars and you the moon, our light shining pure together night after night."
Nestled in Mu Bai's arms, Xing Yun tilted her head toward the night sky and pointed at the stars and moon, her face radiant with a happy smile. How she wished they could simply escape like this, without so many burdens.
"Thank you, Xing Yun..."
"Mm..."
Lovers always found it hard to part, wishing they could break each moment apart to savor it longer. Two pairs of burning lips soon met in a kiss. Only when the willows stood beneath the moon and white dew formed with the dawn did they rise and return to their respective lodgings at the foot of Tianmu Mountain.
"A moment of a spring night is worth a thousand gold; coy refusals turn to welcome as the moon sinks west. Brother Xiao Bai,