Qiong Ying suddenly looked at him jokingly. Unexpectedly, six years had passed in an instant. He had grown up, became more and more handsome, and had a calm temperament, but he was a little colder and duller.
Ye Chen couldn't help but look sideways, and he met her eyes. He was slightly confused. What was she looking at him?
"How have you been these past six years?" Qiong Ying's eyes were full of joking. He had been very silent these days, even more silent than before.
"...It's okay." Ye Chen said slowly. Didn't she punish him for making his own decisions in the past two years? Or did she not pay attention at all?
"It's okay? Not so good? Are you tired of it?" Qiongying raised his eyebrows, obviously looking for trouble.
"No, no." Ye Chen said quickly, using two negative words in a row, feeling confused. Although she was teasing him, her words were true and false, and he couldn't tell the difference.
"Okay, what have you been doing these days?" Qiongying asked again, his tone seemed casual, but a bit aggressive.
"There are many, I wonder what one thing the master is referring to?" Ye Chen asked uneasily. The past six years have been too long, and he doesn't know what he has done.
"No matter how big or small it is, tell me everything you have done, seen, and thought from beginning to end." Qiong Ying said.
"Huh? Let's start with six years ago. During that time, I was practicing in the fortress..." Ye Chen said slowly.
There was nothing to do except practice. It wasn't until four years later that he wanted to find her. Within six years, it was just these two things.
But he spoke for a long time, and I don’t know whether it was because he spoke too slowly or because he had nothing to say and was deliberately prolonging his speech.
The moonlight was clear, scattered on the two of them, coated with a silver halo.
The moon was exceptionally bright and clear, very close, as if within reach.
On the cliff, it was extremely quiet, with only gentle voices rising slowly up into the night sky, turning into stars in the night.
It wasn't until late at night that Ye Chen finished speaking. There was a smile in his silent eyes, as bright as obsidian.
The lights in Ningdu have gradually been extinguished, and he has fallen into sleep. Only the palace in the center of the city is still bright.
"Well, good, let's go back." Qiongying smiled, then turned and left.
Very good? Ye Chen was puzzled and quickly followed her footsteps.
The moon was already high in the sky, and the two of them went down the mountain, leaving another trail of footprints on the snow.
It was late at night, and when I looked at the mountainside, I saw that the lights were still brightly lit in the inn. For some reason, everyone was probably not asleep yet.
Seeing that he was almost at the inn, Ye Chen looked back and saw the footprints along the way. He couldn't help but smile, but he was sad that the road was too short.
Qiongying suddenly stopped, and Ye Chen almost bumped into her, but stopped a foot behind her.
"What's wrong?" Qiongying looked back at him, very close, almost touching him.
"It's okay." Ye Chen shook his head numbly.
Suddenly, there seemed to be something unusual deep in the forest, an inaudible sound of wind, very far away.
Qiongying looked deep into the woods, curled his lips evilly, moved slightly, passed Ye Chen, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Ye Chen immediately followed her. Her speed was much faster than before, and there were no afterimages. He could only barely keep up with her pace.
The two men in black in the depths of the woods didn't notice at all, thinking they were well hidden, and silently approached the inn in the distance.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew by, covered with snowflakes, and an uninvited guest arrived silently, blocking the way of the man in black.