Reborn as a tree, the peerless god is obsessed

Xueyao was sorting the newly arrived fabrics in the backyard. When she heard the inquiries from the front yard, she came out.

Seeing the middle-aged man, she smiled and nodded, "I am Xueyao. What can I do for you, sir?"

The middle-aged man looked Xue Yao up and down, a flicker of admiration in his eyes. "I am Huo Yitong's father. I have come here today to express my gratitude for Master Xueyao's guidance of my daughter!"

Xue Yao was slightly taken aback. She had never expected that this middle-aged man was actually Huo Yitong's father. Wasn't that the city lord? She quickly waved her hand, "Mr. Huo, you're too polite. Miss Huo is very talented. I'm just trying my best to help you."

Mr. Huo shook his head. "Master Xue is too modest. My daughter has become a different person since she left your place yesterday. Her words and actions have become much calmer."

When he returned home from work, he was shocked to see his daughter. He wondered if she had been possessed by a demon. After asking her about the whole story, he suddenly understood.

Out of gratitude, I went to Liancheng Clothing Store in person today.

He had heard that a remarkable woman had come to Liancheng. She was an excellent doctor and her grain shop and livestock exchange were thriving.

I have wanted to meet Xueyao for a long time, but I didn't expect that this meeting would be made possible because of my daughter's matter.

Seeing him today, I can see that his reputation is truly well-deserved. It's truly rare for someone to be so humble and measured despite such achievements.

Xueyao was deeply moved upon hearing this. She knew that Huo Yitong's transformation was not only due to her teachings, but also because of her own good nature. However, Mr. Huo's words only strengthened her resolve to continue helping Huo Yitong.

The two chatted for a while before Mr. Huo said goodbye and left. Xue Yao stood in front of the door, watching his back gradually disappear into the distance.

She knew that although this middle-aged man was of noble status, his love for his daughter was no different from that of an ordinary person. This fatherly love reminded her of her own father, and a warm current welled up in her heart.

As the banquet approached, Huo Yitong was very confident because she had her favorite gorgeous dress. She prepared carefully and looked forward to the arrival of that day.

She invited Xueyao, hoping that she could come and share her happiness.

Finally, the day of the banquet arrived. Huo Yitong, dressed in a gorgeous dress designed by Xue Yao, entered the banquet hall. Her appearance immediately attracted the attention of the entire audience, who cast admiring glances at her.

Huo Yitong smiled confidently and chatted with the guests, while Xueyao sat quietly by the side, watching Huo Yitong shine at the banquet.

The banquet went smoothly and Huo Yitong successfully became the focus.

However, just as the banquet was about to end, an accident happened. A mysterious man suddenly appeared and walked towards Huo Yitong, holding a bright red rose in his hand. Huo Yitong's face turned pale in an instant, and she held Xueyao's hand tightly.

"He... he's my fiancé." Huo Yitong's voice trembled slightly. It turned out that this banquet was originally held to announce her engagement to her fiancé.

Xueyao sensed her nervousness and gently patted the woman's hand to comfort her.

"It's okay, you've done a good job." Xue Yao said gently.

The man walked up to Huo Yitong and handed her flowers. Huo Yitong took the flowers and forced a smile.

However, Xue Yao noticed that there was no joy in her eyes, but instead a hint of helplessness and pain.

Watching this scene, Xueyao couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness in her heart. She realized that Huo Yitong's life was not as glamorous as it seemed, and she also had her own troubles and worries.

At this moment, the man's eyes accidentally passed over Xue Yao, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He seemed to have developed an interest in this beautiful and unique woman in front of him.

Xue Yao felt the man's gaze. She frowned slightly, whispered a few words to Huo Yitong, then turned and left the banquet hall.

She didn't want to get involved in other people's emotional entanglements, not to mention that there was already another person in her heart.

After returning to the clothing store, Xueyao calmed down and returned to work.

Huo Yitong also arrived at the clothing store shortly afterwards. "Xueyao, I want to say thank you." Her voice was filled with sincerity. "Because of your help, I was able to perform so well at the banquet."

Xue Yao smiled and said, "This is what I should do. You're welcome."

Huo Yitong hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Also... I've decided to cancel my engagement with my fiancé."

Xueyao looked up in surprise, "Why?"

Huo Yitong bit her lip and said, "Because I found out that I don't love him. The one I really like... is someone else."

Xueyao's heart moved, and she vaguely guessed Huo Yitong's feelings. However, she did not say it out loud, but just listened to Huo Yitong's confession silently.

"I know this is impulsive, but I don't want to go against my heart." Huo Yitong said firmly, "I want to pursue my own happiness."

Xueyao smiled and encouraged, "Then pursue it bravely."

After seeing Huo Yitong off, Xueyao couldn't calm down for a long time. She recalled every little detail of her and that person, and her heart was filled with anticipation. Perhaps, like Huo Yitong, she should also bravely face her feelings.

Xueyao stood alone in front of the window, gazing at the worldly fireworks in the vast night.

On this quiet night, Xueyao's heart was full of waves.

She thought of Huo Yitong's determination and courage, and also of her own hesitation and timidity. She had been avoiding, avoiding her feelings for that person because she was afraid of being hurt and rejected.

But now, she saw Huo Yitong's determination and her own heart. She understood that happiness is not something that can be waited for, but something that can be fought for.

Xueyao took a deep breath. If God gave her another chance, she decided not to run away anymore. She would bravely face her feelings and pursue her own happiness.

No matter what the result is, she will give it a try because she doesn't want to regret not trying it one day in the future.

Xueyao's eyes flashed with determination, as if she had found a new direction.

She turned and walked back inside, determined to write the letter she had been brewing in her heart for so long. Every word was filled with emotion, every sentence revealed her determination. She wanted to pour out these feelings to that person, let him know her feelings, and make her love no longer a secret, even if he couldn't see it yet.

Sitting at the desk, I spread out the silk-like letter paper, but the pen in my hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

Some things, once started, there is no turning back.

She did not act on impulse, but made the decision after careful consideration.

The tip of her pen glides lightly across the paper, and each word is like the rhythmic beating of her heart. What flows from her pen is not just words, but also her inner voice and her emotions.

Every moment they spent together, the happy and the painful ones, were all described with deep affection in her writing. She wanted to tell him that if possible, no matter what the future held, she would stick by his side and accompany him through every dawn and dusk.

Moonlight streamed through the window, casting mottled shadows on the letter, adding a touch of mystery to her inner voice. She paused, closed her eyes slightly, and felt the ups and downs of her heart, as those sweet memories flashed through her mind one by one.

Those days seemed to be the best time in her life. He, the man who made her heart beat, always managed to silently pluck the strings in her heart.

She sighed softly, picked up the pen again and continued to write down her thoughts.

After writing, she looked at it quietly, as if she saw her own future.

She felt that, in doing so, she had confessed her feelings to him. This love was no longer a secret, but the most sincere emotion in her heart.

Then, Xueyao folded it neatly and kept it away like a treasure.