Qian Renxue gripped the canvas.
He unfolded it and held it up to examine it.
It was indeed a painting of him, wearing the attire he had worn at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
It looked incredibly lifelike.
Golden hair filled with golden sand, violet eyes as beautiful as violets.
The smile on his face was like sunshine.
Qian Renxue wondered if he could even smile so gently now.
It was hard to imagine.
How many times had Liu Erlong painted it to capture such a deep impression?
Qian Renxue pursed his red lips and slowly lowered the painting.
Behind the painting, slowly appearing, was that heroic yet haggard delicate face.
Staring straight at Qian Renxue.
Tears welled up in her dark, bright eyes.
Qian Renxue was stunned.
It was Liu Erlong, awake, and she had somehow managed to sit up.
A gentle breeze swept across the lake, rippling the water.
Under the eaves, the wind chimes above Qian Renxue's head swayed, playing an ethereal melody.
Stirring golden and black hair.
Qian Renxue looked at Liu Erlong, neatly arranged the painting in his hand, and placed it back on the table.
His voice was soft.
"Dean Liu, I've come for our appointment."
"…"
Hearing Qian Renxue's voice.
The tears in Liu Erlong's eyes poured out like a bursting dam.
Her voice was mournful, full of pain.
"A'Jue, I knew it, I knew it…"
"You would definitely come."
Qian Renxue frowned slightly at Liu Erlong's constant sobbing.
He politely asked:
"Dean Liu, may I come in and sit for a while?"
"Yes, yes…"
Liu Erlong reacted, nodding repeatedly, and immediately stood up.
"A'Jue, don't go, I'll come out right away, don't go."
Liu Erlong used an almost pleading tone.
Turning around, she wiped away her tears and quickly stepped out to greet Qian Renxue.
Qian Renxue took a deep breath.
He could see the tears in Liu Erlong's eyes but didn't know why she was crying.
This feeling made him a little agitated.
He walked to the door of Liu Erlong's house on his own and met her face to face.
The cloth robe could hardly conceal her voluptuous figure.
Layered peaks, the roundness below her waist like a ripe summer peach.
Her whole body, at all times, exuded that mature and full-bodied sex appeal.
"A'Jue…"
Liu Erlong looked at the young man in front of her, those violet eyes still so clear.
But they lacked her reflection.
Liu Erlong's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar young man, she suddenly became somewhat restrained.
Her A'Jue didn't remember her now.
And had become so young.
A hint of pain flashed in Liu Erlong's eyes, she gently lowered her delicate hand and turned sideways.
Her throat seemed to be blocked by something, making it painful to speak.
"Holy Son, please come in."
"…"
Qian Renxue looked at Liu Erlong's haggard, sobbing appearance and was somewhat silent.
He wanted to say something, but only two words remained on his lips.
"I'm sorry."
"No, it's not your fault."
Liu Erlong shook her head repeatedly, wiping away her tears in a panic.
She choked up and said, "It's all my fault, I shouldn't have broken my promise and disregarded our agreement."
Qian Renxue remained silent.
He had no memory of what Liu Erlong was talking about.
Liu Erlong obviously knew this, reached out her hand, and carefully grabbed the corner of Qian Renxue's sleeve.
Her voice was delicate and tearful.
"Holy Son, please come in."
"Okay."
Qian Renxue looked at the pleading in Liu Erlong's eyes, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.
How many years of torment would it take to become so humble?!
Liu Erlong carefully led Qian Renxue into the house.
Turning her head back with every step, afraid that the A'Jue in her hand would get lost again.
Qian Renxue obediently cooperated with her.
They arrived at the small but simple living room and sat down at the tea table in the middle.
Liu Erlong tentatively sat next to him.
Half of her round peach landed on the stool, stopping her crying, her face still stained with tears.
She reached out and pushed the pastries on the table in front of Qian Renxue.
Her voice was extremely gentle.
"Holy Son, I made these myself, please try them."
"Okay, thank you."
Qian Renxue didn't refuse.
The pastries in front of him, whether in shape or color, were exactly what he liked.
He picked up a piece of pastry.
Qian Renxue turned his head to look at Liu Erlong.
He softly comforted her, "Dean Liu, you don't have to call me Holy Son."
"A'Jue, I…"
Liu Erlong bit her red lip.
The tears that had just stopped burst again, but there was finally some joy in her eyes.
Her A'Jue was still so gentle.
Even if he didn't remember her, he would try to comfort her.
"…"
Qian Renxue endured the sobbing in his ears and took a bite of the pastry.
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
The taste was surprisingly similar to what Bibi Dong used to make!
"A'Jue, what's wrong? Is it, is it not delicious?"
Liu Erlong stared at Qian Renxue nervously.
She made this plate of pastries every day, she couldn't make it any better or more similar.
"No, I think it's delicious."
Qian Renxue shook his head.
He took a deep look at Liu Erlong beside him, his heart feeling a little heavy.
"That, that's good."
Liu Erlong breathed a sigh of relief, a smile with tears on her face, nodding repeatedly.
"A'Jue, let me make you some tea."
"Okay."
Qian Renxue nodded slightly.
Looking at Liu Erlong's elegant and skillful movements, he sighed inwardly.
Looking around.
The layout of this house was somewhat similar to the courtyard he had lived in.
Qian Renxue ate the sweet pastries.
He tasted not only the sweetness and floral fragrance but also Liu Erlong's love and persistence.
Qian Renxue smelled the fragrance of the tea.
He asked:
"Dean Liu, can you tell me,"
"When did you enter that dream?"
"…"
Hearing Qian Renxue's words.
Liu Erlong's hands trembled slightly, a look of embarrassment on her face.
But she would never lie to Qian Renxue again.
She lowered her head and said softly, "It was after that farcical wedding…"
"Is that so."
Qian Renxue frowned slightly.
Of course, he knew what Liu Erlong was talking about.
It was probably more than ten years ago.
At that time, he was still under Qian Xunji's care and had not yet awakened his spirit.
There was no information about him in the soul master world.
And he used [Yellow Beam Dream] half a year after becoming the Holy Son.
He was less than ten years old.
There was a lot of time difference between the two.
Looking at that furrowed brow.
Liu Erlong hurriedly explained, "A'Jue, I, I have nothing to do with him, nothing happened."
"Yeah, I know."
Qian Renxue replied calmly.
But no matter how much he tried to hide it, that faint sense of disgust remained.
Liu Erlong's face turned pale.
She wasn't sure who that disgust was specifically directed at, or if it was both.
But she couldn't explain anything in words at this time.
She could only feel sad and pour tea alone.
She bit her silver teeth lightly, held the hot tea in her hands, and handed it to Qian Renxue.
"A'Jue, drink tea."
"Thank you."
Qian Renxue reached out to take it.
Just the touch of their fingertips was enough to make Liu Erlong's face flush red.
"A'Jue, do you want to hear a story?"
Liu Erlong's eyes were full of hope, but Qian Renxue shook his head.
"Dean Liu, that story is just a story after all."
I wish you all a happy life!
