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Tu Shan Rongrong, who had been squinting, opened her eyes slightly, then closed them again, her smile deepening.
"They've already secretly pledged their lives to each other?"
"You didn't tell Sister Honghong about such a big thing. If Sister Honghong knew that she had been so fond of her younger sister for so long, and that you kept her from even her most important life event, she would be very sad."
The chill seemed to lessen slightly as Tu Shan Ya Ya opened her eyes.
Her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyes and trembled slightly.
She looked up at Tu Shan Rongrong, who was smiling with her eyes crinkled. A hint of panic flashed across her icy blue eyes, and then a thin blush spread from her ears to her cheeks.
That splash of red didn't linger for long before she suppressed it.
Ya Ya smiled slightly, a faint curve to her lips.
"Rongrong, please stop making fun of me. You've seen everything that happened between me and that guy, haven't you? How could you not know?"
These words made Tu Shan Rongrong's smile pause, and her eyes widened slightly.
She was secretly alarmed: Had she been caught stealing a few glances?
They clearly only glanced at him before lowering their heads, and they were even disguised.
How could Ya Ya notice that?
She thought that Ya Ya was so engrossed in spending time with that "little ice cube" that she had forgotten all about her surroundings.
Seeing Rongrong's guilty look, Tushan Yaya frowned helplessly.
"That jewelry store on the street corner that night, the owner was probably you."
Rongrong's ears twitched slightly, but she didn't reply.
"It was late at night, and that was the only shop on the whole street with its lights on. I've walked back and forth so many times before, and I've never seen a shop there before."
Ya Ya continued, her gaze falling on the ring on her ring finger.
"The most crucial thing is this ring—I glanced at it and my mind was immediately drawn away; I almost compulsively wanted to put it on my hand."
"Even the big ice block couldn't help but stare at it. His magic power is so strong, he shouldn't be attracted by mortal objects, but he just couldn't take his eyes off the light of this ring."
She looked up at Rongrong, her tone resolute: "In Tushan, who else but you could have such an ability to influence people's hearts?"
Seeing Tu Shan Ya Ya's slightly narrowed eyes, Tu Shan Rong Rong immediately stopped being mischievous, put her hands behind her back, lightly tapped the ground with her toes, and chuckled.
"Wow, Ya Ya is so smart now!"
"Rongrong thought she could hide these little tricks for a while, but she didn't expect that nothing could escape her sister's eyes."
"You made it too obvious."
"Huh? No, you mean I wasn't smart before? I've always been smart, okay?"
"Ahem, what you say is true, Sister Ya Ya has always been very clever."
Tu Shan Ya Ya frowned slightly as she looked at Tu Shan Rong Rong's pale explanation, but then smiled slightly.
"However... I still want to thank you, Rongrong."
"If it weren't for that jewelry store you secretly set up, I don't know how much longer it would have taken for that big ice block and me to finally open up to each other."
"No, Ya Ya."
Tu Shan Rongrong shook her head, her eyes filled with certainty.
"In my opinion, Mu Qinghan is not the kind of person who likes to beat around the bush."
"He has always been straightforward about his feelings. Once he is sure of his feelings, he will definitely tell you without any hesitation."
Tu Shan Ya Ya was slightly taken aback when she saw Rong Rong's confident demeanor.
But then, she slowly nodded.
"Yes, Rongrong, you're right. If he liked to keep things to himself and play tricks, then he wouldn't be Mu Qinghan."
"That's why I'm so fascinated by him."
"Yo yo yo... I'm mesmerized!"
Rongrong immediately grasped the key words, dragged out her words, and even winked at her.
"Ah! Rongrong, stop talking!"
These words instantly struck a nerve with Ya Ya. Her cheeks flushed red, and she reached out to grab the ice crystals beside her, pretending to throw them at Rong Rong. Her voice was filled with embarrassment and anger.
Rongrong was prepared; she smiled and jumped back two steps, easily dodging the ice crystals.
"Okay, okay, I'll stop laughing!"
The smile on Tu Shan Rongrong's face gradually faded. She took half a step forward, her expression serious.
She slightly raised her hand, caught a piece of ice crystal, and then it melted in her palm.
"Sister Ya Ya, Mu Qinghan... is indeed worthy of your sincere feelings, but you must remember, he... is human."
"You need to be prepared to face his birth, aging, illness and death, and to bear the pain of possible separation in the future."
She paused, then softened her voice, "We grew up in Tushan and have seen countless stories of reincarnation and continuation of predestined relationships. You should know that there aren't that many perfect continuations of predestined relationships."
"Some demons waited for hundreds of years, only to be met with old friends who had lost their memories and could not recognize them; some could not even gather up the fragments of their souls, and in the end, all that was left was nothing."
Disappointment is the norm.
These words were like a piece of ice, gently splashing into Tu Shan Ya Ya's heart.
She looked down at the ring on her finger, the tenderness in her eyes fading, replaced by a hint of confusion.
"Birth, aging, sickness, and death... human lifespan..."
She repeated it softly, her voice slightly unsteady.
Enveloped in the sweetness of love these days, she had long forgotten the cruelest chasm between humans and demons—lifespan.
She is a fox demon who has lived for hundreds of years and can live for thousands or tens of thousands of years to come, but what about Mu Qinghan?
He only had a few short decades of life, like a candle flame that could be extinguished by a gust of wind.
Ya Ya has never been one to dwell on the long term; she always takes things one step at a time and never worries about things that haven't happened yet.
But at this moment, the thought that a hundred years from now, there would be no one by her side who would clumsily warm her hands, gently hug her and kiss her forehead, made her heart feel like it was being gripped by an invisible hand, and a fine, dense pain slowly spread.
She didn't even dare to think about that scene.
Just picturing the image of "he's gone" in my mind makes my nose sting and my eyes feel slightly hot.
She raised her hand and pressed it against her chest, where the palpitations still carried the warmth of their time together, but the thought that this warmth would eventually dissipate made even her fingertips begin to feel cold.
Ya Ya opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found her throat tight, unable to even form a complete sentence.
His usual assertiveness crumbled completely in the face of the word "separation".
What does separation feel like?
It must be very sad...
What if... this separation is forever?
Eternal separation…
Chapter 89 Snowy Night
The cold wind howled through the forest, carrying snowflakes that had just fallen to the ground. Before they could accumulate, the snowflakes were blown away and scattered in all directions.
The dim moonlight spread a hazy yellow hue in the wind and snow, casting Mu Qinghan's shadow long and thin.
He trudged through the snow, his steps uneven, each step accompanied by a crunching sound as the snow was compacted.
A warm weight came from my back, carrying the smell of alcohol.
He's his older brother.
This guy, he clearly drank less than him, yet he's this drunk.
Mu Qinghan frowned, raised his hand to support the person on his back to prevent him from slipping off, and said with a tone of disdain.
"Brother, did you... use Brother Ji's 'wine cup'?"
There's a strange smell...
Actually, he originally wanted to fly directly on his sword, which would take him half an hour to get home.
But as soon as he put the man on the sword, Mu Shenqi opened his eyes and saw the height below. He immediately grabbed the man's collar and yelled, "I'm afraid of heights! Get down!" His voice was very loud.
Mu Qinghan recalled how this guy usually flew higher than anyone else and dared to perform tricks in the sky, but now he was like this, and couldn't help but curl his lips.
Despite his complaints, he still sheathed his sword and carried his older brother home.
No matter what, he's still my own brother.
The biting cold wind was piercing.
A faint layer of magical power surrounded Mu Qinghan, keeping the cold air at bay.
It was very quiet around, with only the sound of the cold wind rustling through the leaves.
Mu Shenqi stirred, followed by a long and loud "burp," the smell of alcohol mixed with the snow wind, making Mu Qinghan involuntarily turn his head to the side.
It's so annoying, I just want to throw it away.
If you can't throw it away, then it's even more troublesome.
The more annoyed I get, the more I want to throw it away.
"Hehehe, buddy..."
Mu Shenqi's voice was slurred and unclear, carrying the dazed air of someone who was drunk.
How are you so amazing?
“Every time I take you out, I feel so proud! The night our parents decided to have you... it was absolutely the best decision they've ever made in their lives!”
Upon hearing this, Mu Qinghan's temple throbbed, and he paused in his steps, but he didn't reply. He only managed to squeeze out a muffled syllable as a response.
Mu Shenqi clearly didn't notice his silence; instead, he became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice grew louder.
"Oh my... I can't sleep because I think about how my future children might be as smart and talented as you!"