Snow Color

Zhiruo did not say anything, but silently picked up the long sword on the ground, then stood up and walked out the door. Song Qingshu looked at her back as she walked away, and an indescribable loneliness surged in his heart.

Just as Song Qingshu was feeling sad, Zhiruo suddenly stopped, looked back at him, and said softly, "Hurry up." Before she finished her words, she turned and left.

Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment. He never expected Zhiruo to answer him like this, but he quickly came to his senses - Zhiruo had clearly agreed to go with him! Not only that, he could also feel her intentions from those brief words, which was undoubtedly a further proof of their relationship!

Song Qingshu was overjoyed, and quickly grabbed the sword beside him, happily chasing after Zhiruo. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten all his troubles, and only that beautiful and elegant figure was in his eyes...

After Zhiruo finished speaking, she walked out. She decided to give Song Qingshu a chance. Not long after she left, Song Qingshu chased after her, and Zhiruo smiled.

Song Qingshu ran to Zhiruo quickly, his eyes full of tenderness. Zhiruo looked at him, a hint of tenderness flashed in her eyes, but soon returned to calm.

"Let's start practicing sword skills." Zhiruo and Song Qingshu walked to the right place, and Zhiruo was about to start.

Song Qingshu picked up the sword and walked side by side with Zhiruo. Their eyes met, as if sparks could be created. Then, they both swung their swords at the same time, and for a moment, the swords flashed and the swords were sharp. Their movements were as natural and smooth as flowing water, and every move and every style contained deep internal strength.

The two practiced swordplay together, and their moves changed quickly, from being discordant at the beginning to being in tacit understanding later on.

The two of them started practicing sword fighting together, and then they couldn't help but look at each other, and then they started to fight with each other in tacit understanding. Each move showed the exquisiteness of sword fighting. Sometimes their sword fighting was gentle but fierce, and sometimes it was like flowing water, very natural and smooth. In the last fight, after the two of them attacked at the same time, they looked at each other and smiled.

"Zhiruo, I like you." Song Qingshu stopped and looked at Zhiruo. Suddenly, he didn't want to think too much anymore. He wanted to confess.

After hearing this, Zhiruo was slightly startled, and her eyes slowly moved to Song Qingshu. She stared at him for a long time, as if she wanted to see through his appearance to see his true thoughts deep in his heart.

She began to seriously recall every bit of her time with Song Qingshu, as well as her changing feelings towards him. They met when Zhiruo was fighting for someone else. At that time, Song Qingshu was handsome and elegant, which left a deep impression on Zhiruo. The subsequent chase brought the two closer, and they experienced the test of life and death together and gradually became familiar with each other. During the days of wandering in the world, Song Qingshu always maintained a humble and polite attitude, like a true gentleman. He cared deeply for Zhiruo and took good care of her everywhere, but he never made excessive moves or requests. Although Zhiruo had long noticed Song Qingshu's affection for her, he never made a clear statement, but just guarded her silently.

It was this silent devotion and respect that made Zhiruo unconsciously pay more attention to and feel more for Song Qingshu. However, Zhiruo was not aware of the existence of this emotion on weekdays. It was not until this reunion that she suddenly realized that her state of mind had undergone subtle changes.

At this moment, an indescribable emotion surged in Zhiruo's heart, but no matter what, she knew clearly that from this moment on, she could no longer ignore her true feelings.

Song Qingshu looked at Zhou Zhiruo, silently praying that she could give him a satisfactory answer. However, every second that passed seemed to be infinitely prolonged, making him feel tortured. He was full of expectations, hoping that he and Zhou Zhiruo would fall in love with each other; at the same time, he was uneasy in his heart, afraid of disappointment.

During this endless wait, Song Qingshu became increasingly anxious and nervous. Beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead. Time seemed to have frozen, and the only thing left in the world was his violently beating heart.

Finally, Zhou Zhiruo spoke softly: "Me too."

These three words exploded in Song Qingshu's ears like a thunder. He was a little dazed for a moment, wondering if he had heard it wrong. When he came to his senses and confirmed that it was correct, a bright smile immediately bloomed on his face, and his eyes sparkled with joy.

The two stood there quietly, looking into each other's eyes, revealing an indescribable emotion. Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were gentle and firm, as if telling Song Qingshu that her feelings were not rash. Song Qingshu was so excited that he could hardly speak, and could only use a smile to express his happiness and satisfaction at the moment.

When the two finally arrived at the inn, Yin Liting saw the pair of figures walking towards them from afar. The sunlight seemed to cover them with a layer of golden gauze, making them sparkle.

The man was as tall and straight as a pine tree, handsome and unrestrained; the woman was graceful and elegant, pure and elegant. They walked side by side, their steps light and coordinated, like a perfect match made in heaven, which made people stare at them.

Yin Liting secretly sighed in his heart, what a perfect couple! I just don't know when this brat can catch up with her. Don't think he doesn't know what Qingshu is thinking. After this girl came, his eyes have been paying attention to Miss Zhou. He thought others didn't know, but he didn't see that it was so blatant that anyone could see it.

"Sixth Uncle, why are you here?" Song Qingshu looked at Yin Liting standing outside the inn, very confused.