Chapter 64 Destined
An Ming was startled by the sound of the courtyard gate collapsing. He subconsciously reached for the sword beside the table, wondering if there was an assassin.
But when he saw the beautiful figure in front of the courtyard gate that he hadn't seen for a long time, his heart stopped for a moment.
"Senior sister...?"
You're not dreaming, are you?
An Ming hesitated whether to crash into the tree to test whether he was still in a dream. How could Fu Xuan suddenly appear in front of him like this?
"What... did you call me?"
"Sister?"
After An Ming finished speaking, he felt a chill in those beautiful eyes. The Dharma Eye on the forehead, which he had never seen before, exuded a cold aura.
Fu Xuan's temperament had changed greatly from the impression he had on her. The girl in front of him already possessed the aura of a Taibu and her body contained powerful energy.
"Xuan'er."
"Ah."
Fu Xuan responded softly and just stared at An Ming infatuatedly.
Four years is such a short moment for the immortals, why does it feel so long?
It's like going through an Amber Age.
An Ming brought some tea from the house. When he brought it over, he smelled a hint of alcohol from Fu Xuan's red lips. He couldn't help but be a little surprised, "Have you been drinking?"
"No..." Fu Xuan's slightly red neck betrayed her condition, and her cherry pink eyes drooped slightly, "You, haven't changed much."
Actually, yes, for example, his temperament has become more mature and his height has increased a little, but in Fu Xuan's eyes, An Ming is still the same An Ming.
"Do you hate me?"
Fu Xuan gently placed his hands on An Ming's chest and murmured, "I don't have the courage to come to you, but... I miss you every day."
Those thoughts almost made Fu Xuan collapse. She couldn't control her longing for An Ming and couldn't deceive her own heart at all.
Whenever Fu Xuan saw the patrolling Cloud Riders passing by on the street, he couldn't help but stop and observe, hoping to see An Ming among them.
When she was clumsily making tea, she could always see An Ming using gentle eyes to tell her which medicinal materials to put in and teaching her how to make tea step by step.
Everything always reminds her of her past with An Ming. She can't forget it...how can she forget it!
"Xuan'er."
An Ming half squatted down and looked directly into Fu Xuan's beautiful eyes, which were now filled with pitiful tears, and the Dharma eye on his forehead had also lost its coldness.
"I do not hate you."
"I love you."
He reached out his hand and gently wiped away Fu Xuan's tears, feeling a little distressed. "I will always be here waiting for you. You can come anytime you want."
Fu Xuan's small nose twitched slightly, and he asked in confusion with a hint of tears: "Are you stupid? Why are you so nice to me?"
"Because is you."
"Woo..."
Fu Xuan cried even louder, hugging An Ming tightly and not wanting to let go, crying like a child.
The most intimate act is not holding hands or kissing, but shedding tears in front of the one you love.
The peach trees are still in full bloom, An Ming has not changed, and neither has she.
Some feelings will not fade with the passage of time. They are more like a jar of old wine, which is more memorable.
The two people under the tree seemed to have returned to the good old days, but their relationship was no longer as simple as that of senior and junior brothers and sisters.
"An Ming, I know this," Fu Xuan leaned into An Ming's arms and murmured, "I can't live without you."
There is only one path to destiny, and if her future is not secure, then it is no longer her destiny.
"Have you ever heard of destiny?"
Fu Xuan blinked his crystal-like eyes and smiled gently.
An Ming pondered for a moment and replied, "Is the future that Master talked about destined?"
"Maybe."
Fu Xuan pursed his lips and smiled, "I am your 'destined'."
If she had not met An Ming, Fu Xuan would never have believed that there was anything that could transcend fate. She would have followed the guidance of the hexagrams and walked towards her destined future step by step.
But after meeting An Ming, everything became different.
Love can make people know each other, agree with each other, and depend on each other for life.
But we have to leave it to fate.
Even if the future is already determined, Fu Xuan will use her own way to reach that happy ending.
"you are my life."
is all.
He is an important person who is more important than life and cannot be lost.
It is the love that is embraced even if it transcends fate.
This is the real destiny.
Fu Xuan closed her eyes and shyly asked An Ming for a kiss. After waiting for a long time, what she got was the steaming sweet tea. The familiar smell made her eyes red.
"Stupid, straight, bad An Ming..." Fu Xuan burst into laughter, took the sweet tea and drank it in one gulp, whispering, "I want more."
"As many cups as you like."
An Ming smiled and rubbed Fu Xuan's head, "Drinking is not good. If you feel dizzy, go to the inner room and rest first."
Fu Xuan hugged his arm and shook his head, "No."
Even for just a second, she would not take her eyes off An Ming. Such precious time must be cherished.
"Lord Taibu."
"Well..."
Fu Xuan blinked in grievance and corrected, "It's Sister Xuan'er!"
The only reason for becoming a fortune teller is to see the future with Anming clearly.
"Okay, okay, Sister Xuan'er, can you go and rest first?" An Ming picked up Fu Xuan from the recliner like a princess in a coaxing tone, and gently kissed her rosy lips.
Fu Xuan wrapped his arms around An Ming's neck contentedly and smiled: "Then, I want you to accompany me."
"it is good."
An Ming placed Fu Xuan on the bed and touched her still hot forehead. He wondered how much alcohol she had drunk to get it so hot.
If nothing unexpected happens, this should be Fu Xuan's first time drinking. In a sense, he was unexpectedly brave.
But no matter what, An Ming was still happy from the bottom of his heart to see Fu Xuan again.
When An Ming returned to the house with the teapot, Fu Xuan had already fallen asleep with the quilt in his arms, his small chest slightly heaving, a relieved smile on his lips.
"Xuan'er?"
An Ming called out softly but still failed to wake Fu Xuan up. Only then did he feel assured that he would not disturb her rest. He sat carefully on the edge of the bed and reached out to pinch her soft cheek.
"Don't go..." Fu Xuan said dazedly in his dream, turning around and hugging An Ming's arm, "Don't leave me."
"Well, I won't leave."
An Ming smoothed Fu Xuan's messy hair and just quietly looked at her sleeping face.
Even if Fu Xuan kicked him, beat him and scolded him, he would never leave. There was no special reason, just because of love.
An Ming looked at the peach tree outside the window. For some reason, he felt that the petals were brighter this year.
Pink like Fu Xuan’s shy cheeks, so cute.