"Aren't you going to come with me?" Ling Chuxi heard that Huangfu Qingjue's words clearly meant saying goodbye, and she suddenly felt a touch of separation in her heart, and asked calmly.
"I can't be with you now, it will only bring you too much trouble." Huangfu Qingjue's eyes showed reluctance.
"Is it because of your identity?" Ling Chuxi asked guessingly. Of course, she was referring to the identity of a descendant of the Huangfu family.
The identity of a divine envoy may be noble in the eyes of outsiders, but it is nothing compared to the identity of his Huangfu family. Ling Chuxi even remembers the disdain with which Huangfu Qingjue talked about the identity of this divine envoy in an understatement.
As a descendant of Huangfu, there must be a reason why he appeared in this world and disguised himself as a divine envoy. And Huangfu Qingjue’s true identity is unknown to Ling Chuxi now. One thing is certain, Huangfu
Qing Jue's identity is by no means simple.
Although Huangfu Qingjue didn't say anything, Ling Chuxi could tell that he didn't want to bring trouble to himself and was doing it all for his own good. There was no anger or sadness in his heart, but only warmth and touch.
Huangfu Qingjue didn't confirm or deny it, he just looked at Ling Chuxi deeply.
"If one day I have enough strength, I hope you can tell me everything." Ling Chuxi held Huangfu Qingjue's hand and said softly, "Actually, even if I don't have that kind of strength, I am still willing to work with you.
You share everything." Her voice was so calm, yet so firm.
Her eyes at this time were as if they were in a restraint. Huangfu Qing desperately held her in his arms, and his eyes were as firm as when his back was greeted by the air flow like a knife.
A touch of tenderness appeared on Huangfu's clear and handsome face, and he gently embraced Ling Chuxi into his arms. His movements were so gentle, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.
"If one day, I can protect you from any harm, I will tell you everything." Feeling the nostalgic warmth of Huangfu Qingjue's body, Ling Chuxi heard his magnetic, murmuring whispers.
Ling Chuxi stretched out her arms and hugged Huangfu Qingjue, something warm in her heart was constantly overflowing. Deep in her heart, she was determined to become stronger and never become a burden to him. One day, she would be able to stand tall
beside him.
His forehead suddenly felt warm, and a soft touch covered it. Huangfu Qingjue's lips gently pressed on Ling Chuxi's forehead.
"Take care of yourself while I'm away." Huangfu Qingjue gently kissed Ling Chuxi's forehead and whispered.
"Well, you too." Ling Chuxi raised her head, looked at Huangfu Qingjue, and said goodbye to him reluctantly.
As soon as it became clear before his eyes, Huangfu Qingjue had risen from the ground and floated towards the distant mountain peaks, leaving only the enchanting silver thread in his sight.
Huangfu Qingjue's figure had disappeared. Ling Chuxi identified the direction and rushed towards Nanxia Kingdom.
At this time, a heavy pressure suddenly came from the sky. In an instant, the entire Yingu Mountain Range fell into a dead silence. Even the falling snowflakes were suspended in the air, as if everything in the world had stopped.
What a terrifying pressure! Ling Chuxi could clearly see the shape of the snowflakes in front of her, floating so quietly in the air.
For the first time in her life, Ling Chuxi felt such heavy pressure.