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When Cang Min walked to the entrance of the cave, what he saw was Qing Huan, who was extremely weak, kneeling in the deep snow, a layer of fresh snow had fallen on his black hair and the collar of his white fur robe.She no longer yelled anything, her body no longer allowed her to make such a move.

Yuntang and Jinghu stood far away, unable to see their expressions clearly.

Cang Min sat down on the steps at the entrance of the cave, rolled up his collar, and said in a slow voice, "It's you, the one with a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, we've seen it before."

Qing Huan raised her head slightly, and glanced at Cang Min: "It's you...Senior Cang Min..."

"Tsk, it's already dark, and the snow is still falling heavily. Are you hot? It looks ugly."

Qing Huan shook her head, feeling dizzy and aching in her head, her limbs were already unconscious due to being immersed in the snow.

"I guess, you won't survive tonight. Ah Yang doesn't want you, why don't you go?"

"If...she doesn't like me, I will definitely leave..." Qing Huan looked at Cang Min with reddened eyes, "But she likes me, so I absolutely can't give up."

"So you risk your life to fight her feelings for you?" Cang Min stretched out his hand, and touched the cinnabar between Qing Huan's eyebrows with his fingertips, "But what if you really die? If you are like this Believe that she likes you, if you die, what will she do?"

In a light and deep voice, he said word by word: "I love her."

"It's useless, I advise you to go back. Ah Yang can't get over the hurdle in her heart, even if she likes you, she will never be with you." Cang Min gently stroked Qing Huan's face with pity.

"I won't go. If she doesn't go, I won't go." Qing Huan's voice was already very hoarse, her eyes were fixed on the snow on the ground, her body was like a failed flower.

Cang Min withdrew his hand, raised his chin, and stopped talking.Just looking into the distance, as if waiting for someone.

"Senior Cang Min... what are you doing here?" Qing Huan asked softly.

"Wait someone."

"Wait...who?"

"An old friend." Cang Min's eyes softened, "I've been waiting every day, maybe... I've been waiting for decades."

Qing Huan covered her chest, frowning tightly.

Cang Min became silent again, and stopped talking to Qing Huan.

After a long time, Qing Huan said again: "Why didn't she come back?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Cang Min's lips, he lowered his head and wiped his eyes with his cuff: "Because she loves me."

"For...why..."

"The dead have the most stable and beautiful dreams, and the living are trapped in the most desperate eternal loneliness." Cang Min said slowly.

Qing Huan stopped asking, her consciousness began to blur, and she couldn't think through some questions.

The thin figure in a snow-white fur robe humbled himself into the dust, maintaining his kneeling motion with all his strength.The snow is getting bigger and bigger.

It was long into the night.

Cang Min got up, stroked his robe and turned to leave.

Qing Huan is still kneeling.

Cang Min breathed into the palm of his hand while walking into the Huaxu Realm.In the darkness, Nan Yang was still sitting there like she was when she left, like a sculpture.

"Ah Yang, go to sleep, it's getting late." Cang Min said lightly.

Nan Yang looked up at her: "...how is she?"

Cang Min casually said as if nothing had happened: "Your little apprentice. He died."

Nan Yang trembled all over, stood up stiffly, and said word by word: "You lied to me."

"Well, I lied to you." Cang Min said lightly: "But tomorrow morning, I will not lie to you."

Nan Yang supported the table, in the darkness, he couldn't see his expression clearly.

Qing Huan felt that her body was overdrawn to the limit, the wound on her chest was so painful that her chest cavity was almost torn apart, her mind was burning like a dizzy, exhausted all the strength in her body every time she made a movement.

She knelt in the snow, the thick snow almost buried her thighs, and the snowflakes as big as goose feathers were flying in front of her eyes, making people dizzy and nauseated.

Qing Huan suddenly brought up the last breath around her body, and roared heart-piercingly:

"Nan Yang!!! Nan Yang!!! You coward!!! You coward!!!"

Qing Huan's qi and blood surged up, and she spat out a mouthful of blood. The extremely dazzling bright red sprinkled on the bright white snow, and the soft snow surface sunk into a terrifying shape.

Qing Huan only felt that there was no more strength in her body, and she fell limply in the snow.

Her eyes were half-closed, her eyes blurred and scattered, the cinnabar between her brows was covered by frost and snow, and she was no longer angry.

Qing Huan's consciousness gradually blurred, and she was still muttering to herself: "Master...why don't you want me...why don't you want me..."

A pair of black jade-like pupils finally closed, and the moment they closed, a line of tears overflowed from the corners of the eyes, melting into the snow and into the blood.

Why, don't you want her?

She thought that if her parents didn't want her, the whole world didn't want her, at least her master wanted her.

Now, Master doesn't want her anymore.

Seeing this, Jing Hu, who hadn't rested at the side, ran over quickly, hugged Qing Huan, and held her head up: "Qing Huan! Qing Huan!"

The cave door of Huaxu Realm opened at the same time, and Nan Yang, who was dressed in a white crane embossed long dress, walked out stiffly with a forbearance, his eyes locked on the unconscious Qing Huan.

Jinghu's eyes were sour, and he hugged Qinghuan tightly in his arms: "Uncle Nanyang, have you finally come out?"

In the heavy snow, the picture of the tall and handsome man tightly hugging the beautiful and weak woman in the snow is as beautiful as a painting, which is enviable.

Such feelings are right.

It is truly and completely wrong for the master and the disciple to be together, and they are both women.

After a while, Nan Yang's decision was as painful as a knife. He closed his eyes that were like green tea, and every word he uttered was like a needle piercing his heart:

"Will you...will take good care of her?"

Jinghu looked at Nan Yang in disbelief, why, why Qing Huan has already done this, Nan Yang's uncle is still so cold-hearted!Qing Huan is a woman, so fragile and needs pity from others, why should she suffer so much.

Jing Hu sneered, hugged Qing Huan horizontally, and fixedly looked at Nan Yang:

"I will marry her."

After finishing speaking, Jing Hu held Qing Huan in his arms, turned around and left resolutely.

Nan Yang supported the entrance of Huaxujing's cave, covering his mouth and weeping uncontrollably.

She has never understood her heart like this moment.

She likes lightheartedness.

Because I like her, I took care of her for ten years.

Because he likes her, he spends seven years to forge a sword for her even at the expense of his own blood.

Because I like her, every time I come into contact with her, I have the urge to cry.

Because he likes her, he puts her at the top of his heart.

Because I like her, I wish I could bear all the pain for her.

Because he likes her, he will take the initiative to kiss her.

She wants Qinghuan to stay by her side forever.

She couldn't bear it at all, Qinghuan was possessed by others, she couldn't bear it at all.

Cang Min's words flashed through his mind:

"What restricts you is not morality and ethics, not master-student status, not violating yin and yang, but your own heart."

It is my own heart.

In memory, the most dazzling cinnabar between the eyebrows that had not changed for ten years scalded her eyes like a flame.

Nan Yang flicked his sleeves, flew to catch up with Jinghu, and stopped in front of Jinghu in the heavy snow.

Her eyes were burning, she looked firmly at Qing Huan's pale cheeks, and said seriously: "Give her to me."

Jinghu said in surprise: "...but..."

Nan Yang quickly interrupted Jing Hu: "I regret it."

Jinghu's hands trembled.

Nan Yang's sharp eyes blew towards Jing Hu:

"Give her back to me."

Jing Hu refused: "You don't like her, why..."

"I love her." Nan Yang stretched out his hand, his tone couldn't be firmer, as if he was saying a vow that would never be broken, "I love her, give her to me."

In the heavy snowfall, a woman dressed in white stood in front of a tall and handsome man, and said this to the beautiful woman who was sleeping in the man's arms.

I love you.