In the distance, a woman broke through the air. She wore a blue dress, her long hair flowing, like a fairy stepping out of a void painting.
Her skin was fairer than snow, her nose was prominent, and her eyes, as lively as gemstones, became sparkling because she saw Long Chen.
Her aura was peerless, her elegance peerless, but from the moment she saw Long Chen, she became a fallen immortal to the mortal world. She bit her cherry lips with her silver teeth, and despite trying hard to hold back, tears still streamed down her face.
"Wan'er"
Seeing Tang Wan'er, whom he had longed for day and night, Long Chen's eyes reddened. Her beauty remained as graceful as ever, but the exhaustion deep in her gaze made Long Chen feel especially sorry for her.
"Whoosh."
Long Chen's figure flickered, like a bolt of lightning striking Tang Wan'er. Looking at her familiar face and inhaling her familiar scent, Long Chen opened his arms and suddenly pulled Tang Wan'er into his embrace.
With soft jade in his arms, Long Chen and Tang Wan'er trembled simultaneously. Their burning hearts seemed to merge into one. Tang Wan'er could no longer hold back and hugged Long Chen and burst into tears.
"You scoundrel, why did you come to find me? Do you know how hard it was for me to wait for you... You bad person... Tang Wan'er cried out in pain, crying and punching Long Chen with her fists.
"Sorry, I was late." Hearing Tang Wan'er's sobs, Long Chen knew that she was holding back a belly full of grievances. Beneath her strong exterior lay a fragile heart.
Although Tang Wan'er was competitive, Long Chen knew that among all the women, the one who relied on him the most was Tang Wan'er.
Tang Wan'er used to be competitive and never admit defeat; she was like a hedgehog, unafraid of any challenge.
But ever since she met Long Chen, she had dropped her disguise and pulled out all the thorns. She had found her own safe haven, and if she kept so many thorns, it would hurt those around her, especially Long Chen.
For Long Chen, she gave up her own dream, willing to live and die with him, entrusting her life to him.
However, after the world-destroying war on the Tianwu Continent, she saw that even someone as powerful as Long Chen was not invincible—he still needed protection.
To protect Long Chen, she donned her armor again and trained diligently, never daring to slack off for a moment. No matter how hard her training was, she endured it. Even after countless wounds and countless death-threatening trials, she never backed down.
But that deep, bone-deep longing was unbearable for her. For countless days and nights, she dreamed of Long Chen, and when she woke from the dream, she was left to sob alone.
Seeing Long Chen now, she vented her pent-up grievances wildly. She wanted to beat him hard, but didn't dare to use too much force, afraid that if she did, she'd wake up from the dream.
Among the three thousand diseases of the human world, only longing cannot be cured. No matter how strong a person is, once tainted by longing, the illness becomes incurable and incurable.
Long Chen held Tang Wan'er in his arms, feeling her heartbeat, her trembling body, her anxious and uncertain emotions, and hearing her sobbing. Long Chen's nose tingled, and tears had already soaked her shoulders.
In his heart, Tang Wan'er was still a child who hadn't grown up. Seeing the hardships and exhaustion in her eyes, Long Chen's heart ached as if pricked by needles.
Tang Wan'er cried bitterly in Long Chen's arms. At that moment, it seemed as if there were only the two of them in the world; they didn't care at all about others' gazes.
She didn't know how much time passed before Tang Wan'er finally stopped crying and her emotions stabilized.
She lifted her head, tears in her eyes, and said, "Tell me, did you miss me?" Looking
at Tang Wan'er's pretty face covered in tears, like a lotus after rain, her long lashes still adorned with tiny mist droplets—that kind of beauty evokes affection and sympathy.
"I do,"
Long Chen nodded, but when he spoke, his voice was still choked with a choked nasal tone.
Hearing Long Chen's response, Tang Wan'er smiled with satisfaction. At that moment, all the pain of longing was finally rewarded.
"How much do you want it?" Would you also be willing to become that floating bridge, enduring five hundred years of wind, five hundred years of sun, and five hundred years of rain, just to catch a glimpse of me when I pass by? Tang Wan'er looked at Long Chen, and as she finished speaking, tears welled up again.
Long Chen knew this girl was getting jealous again. He didn't know how the words he had said to Yu Qingxuan had reached her ears.
Long Chen looked at Tang Wan'er's tear-stained cheeks, shook his head, his gaze filled with endless tenderness: "How can the feelings between us be measured by time?"
Since the moment we met, our fate had already been sealed. Countless times our hearts lingered, yet we never had time to express our hearts.
There was a beautiful woman by the water, who could not forget her upon seeing her and thought of her madly. Even if I pour out the Milky Way in the ninth heaven and raise my cup on winding waters, how could I express all my feelings—filled with longing. "
Bad guy, you really are a big bad guy." Hearing Long Chen pour out his heart, every sentence full of emotion and every word moving, Tang Wan'er was both moved and annoyed, her delicate fists pounding Long Chen's chest nonstop.
There was a beautiful woman by the water, which was exactly her current description. The 'Winding Water Flowing Cup' was a drinking game that Long Chen had played with them back on the Tianwu Continent.
At that time, Long Chen sat around a table with Tang Wan'er, Meng Qi, Chu Yao, Ye Zhiqiu, and others. Water circulated on the table, and a flower floated along with the flowing water. The flower would suddenly bloom at random times within the flowing water, creating a very strange scene.
When flowers bloom beside someone, they must speak their hearts and finish their cups. At that moment, there were no outsiders; everyone was already slightly tipsy, pouring out their hearts.
Tang Wan'er remembered clearly that day, the taciturn Ye Zhiqiu was the first to pass out drunk, and in the end, everyone was drunk.
Ascending to the Immortal Realm, Tang Wan'er dreamed of scenes countless times. Long Chen's words moved her—not because the poem was beautiful, but because it touched the softest part of her heart.
After tapping Long Chen a few times, Tang Wan'er hugged him tightly and buried her head in his chest. That place was her safest haven.
Seeing Tang Wan'er like this, Long Chen finally relaxed. Damn, luckily I reacted quickly. All these years of studying at Lingxiao Academy hadn't been for nothing, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten past this little jealous guy.
"You bad guy, I'll count you off, but don't get cocky. You haven't come to see me for so long, I've got it. Let's settle the bill slowly." Tang Wan'er had cried enough, feeling great. She wiped the tears from her face and still spoke defiantly.
Tang Wan'er had suffered countless grievances lately. She had already planned countless ways to torment Long Chen, but today Long Chen performed so well that she didn't get a chance to use them. However, that didn't mean she would let him off so easily.
"Smack, slap."
Long Chen stepped back, patting his right shoulder with his left hand, then performed an exaggerated salute, his face solemn:
"Honorable Lady Goddess, bathing in your divine light, Long Chen can grow up healthy and strong. With your guidance, Long Chen would never become a lost lamb.
From today on, I am your private property, obeying your commands. Whatever you need, just say the word. "
Pfft"
In this regard, Tang Wan'er was no match for Long Chen. Long Chen's exaggerated performance made her laugh and instantly felt a bit embarrassed, feeling utterly embarrassed at the same time as crying and laughing.
"Long Chen, if you are a man, continue the unfinished battle between us."
At that moment, Yan Beifei, who had almost been forgotten by Long Chen, let out a thunderous roar, breaking the romantic atmosphere before him.