Published: March 8, 2025
Mo Qingwu never expected to see Chu Yang here.
All this way, her master’s numerous evasions had made her vaguely aware that her master probably didn’t want her to meet Brother Chu Yang.
After all, her cultivation was hastily acquired, and her foundation was not solid. The journeys during this time were essentially to stabilize her mindset and increase her cultivation level.
How could Mo Qingwu not know this?
In such circumstances, meeting Chu Yang would only impact her Dao heart.
Thus, Bu Liqing had been dragging things out, not in a rush to take action. Even though Mo Qingwu felt dissatisfied, there was nothing she could say.
In fact, she doubted from the depths of her heart Bu Liqing’s claim that “Your Brother Chu Yang will definitely come to the Myriad Medicine Convention.”
But at this moment, amidst the throngs of people below, she spotted that figure.
A figure.
A figure in black.
Tall as a sword, yet exuding a kind of invisible languor and nonchalance. The shoulders weren’t particularly broad, but they gave Mo Qingwu the impression that they could support all the storms of the world!
This figure was unforgettable.
Chu Yang’s silhouette flashed and then disappeared into the crowd.
Mo Qingwu stood dazed on the rooftop, tears slowly streaming down her delicate face.
At this moment, she didn’t know what kind of feeling was stirring in her heart.
Bittersweet, surprise, astringent, with a hint of anxiety, a touch of shyness, her heart was a chaotic mess… she only felt her heart racing faster, almost leaping out of her throat.
Ecstatic to the point of madness, yet unable to utter a sound.
She clearly wanted to leap down and find him immediately, to tell him how much she missed him.
Yet, overwhelming joy left her standing like a puppet, unable to move even an inch.
She simply stood there blankly, letting the tears flow without wiping them away.
Her vision blurred; even the nearby window became unclear, yet she stubbornly gazed through her tear-filled eyes at the direction where Chu Yang had vanished, her heart frantically calling out: Brother Chu Yang, I’ve seen you again.
Brother Chu Yang, I’ve seen you again! How wonderful!
But not a sound could escape her lips.
Finally, she covered her face with both hands, squatted down, and began to sob softly. Tears poured out uncontrollably through her fingers.
The more she cried, the more intense it became, and gradually her whole body started to tremble.
Do you know how much I miss you? Do you know how lonely I feel all alone? Do you know how desolate I am without you by my side? Do you know that I dream of you every night?
Her slender shoulders shook as a wave of joy turned into immense sorrow, making it impossible to control her emotions.
……
“Xiao Wu, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Behind her, Bu Liqing asked anxiously.
“I… I…” Mo Qingwu lifted her little face, looking pitiful: “Master… I saw him.”
Bu Liqing’s heart skipped a beat: “Who? Who did you see?”
“I saw my Brother Chu Yang…” Mo Qingwu wiped her tears, feeling both sadder yet happier: “I saw him, Master…”
Bu Liqing stared at her, dumbfounded, repeating like a puppet: “You saw him?”
“Mm!” Mo Qingwu nodded vigorously, shaking off two droplets of tears that fell to the ground with a soft pat.
Bu Liqing stared wide-eyed, feeling extremely frustrated: “How could that rascal be here?”
“Hmph!” Mo Qingwu suddenly huffed heavily, stamping her foot in anger: “Master, you’re a bad person!” With tears in her eyes, she suddenly remembered: “I’m going to find him!”
With a leap, she soared down from the tall building.
Bu Liqing couldn’t stop her; Mo Qingwu had already jumped down. He couldn’t help but murmur a sigh: “Silly girl… A girl should be reserved…”
Then he sighed again: “This rascal, how could he really appear here? What a miscalculation…”
……
Mo Qingwu jumped down, and in mid-air, a red shadow floated gracefully, descending like a rainbow, as if a celestial fairy were coming down from the heavens.