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Ling Ye's voice, now tinged with desire, became more grainy as he spoke tenderly, "I wonder when it will snow..."

Yun Yao asked him in confusion, "What's wrong with it snowing?"

Ling Ye looked at her without saying a word, his eyelashes fluttering a few times before his eyes curved into crescents, as if they were filled with starlight.

Yun Yao glanced at him, then tried to sit up, but the blanket slipped down, revealing the marks on her body without any cover...

Ling Ye's breath hitched. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her back down.

Yun Yao asked him, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Ling Ye lowered his eyelids, his gaze fixed on her flushed face. He pulled her into his arms, leaving a trail of ambiguous marks on her sweat-dampened cheeks. His movements were gentle, but his eyes held a barely suppressed desire.

He pulled her into his arms, feeling the softness and warmth of her body. His heart felt as if a small opening had been made, slowly filling it with warm emotions.

His voice was magnetic and husky, "Sleep a little longer. I'll go start a fire first, and you can get out of bed once the room is warm."

Yun Yao drew back the bed curtains and looked outside...

"Is the fire out?"

"It's been so long, it should have been wiped out long ago."

"...", recalling what had just happened...

It's unclear whether she was keeping him hooked for so long, or if he was determined not to end things...

In short, they did spend quite a long time together.

Yun Yao, embarrassed, lay back on the bed and pulled the blanket over her face.

The voice came through the blanket, muffled, "Then I'll sleep a little longer."

Ling Ye's voice tinged with laughter, "Mm."

By the next day.

It started snowing in the morning.

The courtyard fell silent, and several sparks popped and crackled from the fire.

The familiar scent of cedar floated in the air.

Yun Yao lay on Ling Ye's lap, warming herself by the fire while weaving a sword tassel in her hands.

He felt that her purchase wasn't sincere enough, so he decided to make up one himself to show enough sincerity!

However, this first attempt at writing... is really not very good.

It's not as good as the one I bought.

Ling Ye took the sword tassel from her hand, which she had repeatedly woven and unwoven.

"Since it's snowing outside, let's go out and see the snow."

"What's so interesting about snow?"

She was the one who said she wanted to see the snow, but now that it's snowing, it's him who wants to see it instead.

Ling Ye tied the cloak around her neck, saying, "You're only going out for a little while, you won't be cold."

Yun Yao reluctantly let him lead her away, saying, "Okay."

A thin layer of snow covered Ling Ye's shoulders, but the person he was protecting in his arms was completely untouched by snow.

He took out a hairpin that was warm from being held in his hand and handed it to her, saying, "I made this hairpin before."

Yun Yao took the hairpin, but she couldn't quite tell what it was made of... It wasn't gold, silver, or jade; it looked more like the material of a spirit sword.

What is this made of?

Ling Ye's ear tips turned a blush. "Anyway, if you think it looks good, then wear it."

Yun Yao felt that the material of this sword was similar to that of her natal sword...

However, a natal sword is like a second life to a cultivator; if the natal sword is damaged, the cultivator himself will also be injured.

So, they probably just look similar in material.

"I can't see, can you put it on for me?"

"Ah."

If it were a highly skilled cultivator... one could tell that the spiritual energy on this hairpin was exceptionally rich, a quality rarely seen in the world.

But Yunyao thought it was just an ordinary hairpin.

Ling Ye treated it as just an ordinary hairpin that he had given her.

What Ling Ye really wanted to say was... that, as the snow fell, he wanted to marry her, with the gods as his witness.

It is said that if lovers are together on the day of the first snow, it means they have received a blessing from the gods. They can then grow old together and stay by each other's side.

But he also knew he couldn't; she would eventually have to go back twenty years.

He could only say those words twenty years later.

It snowed for many days in a row.

They said this snowfall was the heaviest in nearly a decade.

On the day I left, the sunlight cast a dim, yellowish glow, which, against the backdrop of white snow, made the scene appear even more desolate and lonely.

Yun Yao gave him the woven sword tassel.

Ling Ye simply hung this sword tassel along with the previous one.

Although one is red and the other is silver, the colors don't clash when hung together.

But, "Who hangs two at the same time?"

Ling Ye's handsome features softened with a smile. "I like it."

"……also."

Ling Ye pulled her hand, wrapped his arms around her waist, and lowered his head to kiss her, but his last shred of reason made him stop just a hair's breadth away.

He was afraid that if he really kissed her, he wouldn't be able to let her go.

He couldn't go with her. He was also afraid that he wouldn't be able to protect her twenty years from now.

He could only put a wisp of his primordial spirit into that hairpin.

That primordial spirit will protect her in his stead.

Yun Yao hugged him back. She knew he would never come back. This was the last time she would see him, not her master, but Ling Ye, Ling Ye at this moment.

"Goodbye."

Ling Ye's back stiffened, his hands behind his back clenched so tightly that the veins stood out, and he managed to utter a single word with difficulty, "Mm."

Snowflakes, like apricot blossoms, drifted into the room and brushed against his chin.

The familiar scent of cedarwood still lingers in the air.

The charcoal fire crackled.

-

Go back twenty years.

It was already quite bright outside.

Yun Yao touched her hair and took off the hairpin. She wondered if it was just her imagination, but she seemed to smell Ling Ye's scent on the hairpin.

"soy Mujer."

Upon hearing the unfamiliar voice from inside the room, Yun Yao abruptly looked up towards the source of the sound...

The man was dressed in a dark brocade robe embroidered with clouds, his hair as black as ink, held up with a jade hairpin. He possessed a refined and elegant appearance, and was incomparably handsome. At this moment, he leaned against the wall, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her.

"Who are you! How dare you trespass into the Yuling Sect?"

"You don't know me, but I know you. Inside the illusionary realm, if I hadn't only had a wisp of my divine consciousness left, I wouldn't have been sealed away... forced to lie under the bed, listening to your unbearable, ambiguous sounds..."

"..."

I really don't know whether I should feel ashamed or scared first...

"And you brat, I am the Demon Lord, and you are ordering me around. Do you have no dignity left?"

"...?"

Mo Hansheng took out the summons token.

It was exactly the same as Yun Yaodi's summons card.

"..."

Yun Yao quickly got out of bed and explained to this... Demon Lord.

"I didn't know this summons was for contacting you. I thought it was for that demon to use to contact him."

Mo Hansheng pinched her chin, then lifted her face, "What kind of work are they doing? Hiring a good-for-nothing as a spy, they really embarrass me."

“…”, Yun Yao pushed his hand away in disgust.

"Huh?" Mo Hansheng didn't expect that she would look so scared, yet still dare to look down on him!

"...Well, my jaw is prone to dislocation, so you can't pinch it like that."

"..." Mo Hansheng's face darkened. "Being a waste is one thing, but having a problem with your brain is another. It's really unnecessary for me to make a special trip to the Yuling Sect to argue with you."

"...", what a petty person. All he did was not speak to her respectfully, and she's already holding him accountable for that.

Mo Hansheng put one hand on his hip, raised an eyebrow, and said in a gloomy tone, "You brat, even if you're thinking it in your heart, can't you at least not show it on your face?"

"..."