Chapter 63 Answer
"Tell me, is there a possibility that I like you?"
"No."
"Oh."
Many true words are said in the form of jokes. Both parties actually know that it is not a joke, but no one will mention it.
There was a hint of disappointment in Annie's eyes, and even if she forced a smile it looked very ugly. In the end she left the courtyard with a sad face and weak energy.
How could An Ming not notice Annie's feelings? It's just that he already has someone in his heart.
A direct refusal may be a good outcome for both parties.
[At the age of 22, it is the third year of your confinement. You cannot leave the courtyard, and every day you can only repeat the process of sword forging - explosion - cooking - sword practice - sword forging]
[Although Annie was rejected by you, she still continued to work as a guard without any hesitation. In her words, since the alliance was paying her, she had to continue doing this easy job.]
Under the peach tree, An Ming chanted "Without women in my heart, I will be as powerful as a god when I draw my sword" and once again picked up the wooden sword on the table. The sword swept through the breeze, and the sword force wrapped around the petals to form a pink wind.
The petals intertwined into flowing lines in the air, gradually forming the pattern that An Ming had in mind.
"I think you're going too far."
Annie held her chin and complained silently. In the air, flower petals suddenly formed the shape of Fu Xuan's head, and there was even a heart frame outlined on the outside.
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It's not possible to be heartbroken to this extent!
The corners of Annie's mouth twitched slightly. Now she was not the only one who went crazy.
But neither of them is immortal, and they don't have a demonic body at all! What the hell are they crazy about?
An Ming looked up and found that the peach blossoms in the sky had somehow outlined Fu Xuan's appearance. It turned out that... people really can't deceive themselves.
Missing is missing. It is the person you miss the most in your subconscious mind, the love you will never forget, and the most important people in your life.
The sword fell, bringing up a gust of wind.
His sword was all about her.
Even if this kind of thing is not said, it can be seen from various aspects.
"Well, I say."
Ai Ni leaned against the tree, raised her head, her blue hair blowing gently down her ears, and asked with a smile: "What does it feel like to love someone?"
An Ming was silent for a long time, but finally gave an answer.
"Maybe...everyone I see is her shadow."
"so."
She smiled, then looked serious, "I'm leaving."
"Walk?"
"Well, resign!"
Annie wasn't kidding. Flying peach blossoms fell in her hair. "You and I are both short-lived. Even a lifetime is only a hundred years."
"So, you have occupied one fifth of my life."
"I want you to remember me as the most perfect me."
Ai Ni reached out and took a peach blossom, and said softly, "Thank you, An Ming."
"But I...didn't do anything," An Ming felt deeply sad. All he could do was to say goodbye to his friend with a smile and respect her choice.
"how could be."
Annie burst out laughing, "She's still waiting for you, don't let yourself regret it."
Just like that, all that was left for An Ming was the back view of Annie waving and leaving gracefully. After that day, Annie never came again, and the guard in charge of watching over him became Yao Guang.
Obviously Yaoguang will not stand guard at the door, which means that since you don’t dare to go out anyway, there is no need for guarding.
Now success really depends on self-awareness.
An Ming also understood that this was Yaoguang's trust in him. If he really escaped from prison, Yaoguang would take responsibility and personally escort him to the marshal.
[At the age of 23, you grew your braids and lived alone. Your sword-forging skills improved greatly. You also repainted the walls that had been blown up. The only thing that remained unchanged was the peach tree.]
[Delicate flowers bloom in early spring every year]
An Ming moved a bamboo lounge chair and placed it under the peach tree. He lay on it and felt the warm light coming through the gaps between the petals. From time to time, a few petals fell on his cheeks, and the smell was very similar to that on Fu Xuan's body.
The forging books were piled up like a small mountain beside him. An Ming's understanding of forging was now very different from before, but Wu Ye was too special, and the difficulty was comparable to learning the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms from the very beginning.
What's more, until now there is still no perfect material to use as adhesive to restore the broken sword body, and the materials that Yao Guang brought to him were still a little lacking.
It’s not that the quality is not good enough, it’s just that it doesn’t match Wu Ye.
The most expensive is not necessarily the best, and a true magic weapon is by no means made by randomly piling up materials.
Wu Ye needs materials that can "resonate" to repair himself, but An Ming has not been able to find suitable materials until now.
The wind in early spring is very warm. An Ming likes to miss the people he once knew and recall the past events in this season. Those are what make up his everything.
The recliner swayed slightly in the wind, and the creaking sound covered up the familiar footsteps.
Outside the courtyard, the girl once again returned to the courtyard that she once was so familiar with.
She leaned against the gate and looked down at the crystal clear wine cup in her hand.
The wine was sake that had just been bought from a small shop on the street, and the wine cups were prepared in advance in Luofu.
The sake went down his throat and finished in one gulp.
A burning pain ran through her throat. She never liked drinking, but this time she made an exception.
You can't escape anymore. If you don't have the courage, use external things to give you courage.
A charming blush climbed up her neck to her cheeks, and her breathing became a little more fiery, but Fu Xuan seemed to have never been so clear-headed.
She is afraid.
Fear that fate will come true once again.
Fu Xuan came to Yuque, but he still didn't have the courage to face An Ming. He just looked at him from afar.
That's fine.
Is it really okay just like this?
Her heart was constantly torturing her, but the pain in her eyes kept her awake. Her fate could not be rewritten, and continuing would only add to her sorrow.
Since there is only one path to destiny——
Fu Xuan chose to toss a coin.
If he was positive, he would go find An Ming; if he was negative, he would go back to Luofu and never come to Yuque again.
The coin flew high into the sky and then fell down. Just before it touched the ground, Fu Xuan reached out to catch the coin, wrapped the coin in his palm, and threw it directly into the distance.
She already had the answer, so there was no need to look at the result.
The answer is already known the moment the coin is tossed, and there is no need for fate to make a decision.
Fu Xuan drank the clear wine in the cup and took a deep breath.
He kicked open the dilapidated wooden door, which shook and collapsed to both sides, making a deafening noise.
The peach tree is still in full bloom, and her youth has never changed.
The place where the petals flew was her past, the beginning to which she was willing to return even if it meant fighting against fate.
"An Ming."
Fu Xuan wiped away the tears from his eyes and said, "I'm here to find you."