A few days later, the four city lords were able to spare enough manpower to send their four garrisons to the other three cities to take over.
At this time, Bai Hu also proposed that Liu Muye be executed to give an account to the world, and then they would proceed with other matters.
The few agreed with his proposal and ordered a cup of blood-red poisoned wine to be delivered to the dungeon.
The guard carefully walked into the dungeon with the wine cup. In the damp, dim light, only a few rays of sunlight managed to penetrate.
Following the dim path to the end led to the prison cell exclusively for the Myriad Demon King.
He placed the wine cup on the ground, slowly opened the cell door, and walked in. He looked at the person inside with some trepidation. The Myriad Demon King sat motionless in the iron cage, like a statue.
He cautiously stepped forward and called out, "Demon King."
In my daze, I thought Liu Shinian and the others had returned, so I smiled and asked him, "Shinian, is that you?"
The guard was a little confused, but he had heard of Liu Shinian. He was one of the Twelve Star Generals, so he reminded me.
"Demon King, I am not Liu Shinian. The person you mentioned has already died in battle."
His reminder made me recall, and I murmured with great desolation, "Yes, he is dead. How could he return?"
The guard placed the tray on the ground, picked up the wine cup, and handed it forward.
"Demon King, the City Lord ordered me to bring you a cup of poisoned wine. I admire you for your dedication to the people as a woman.
It is a pity that the world is such that the victor reigns and the vanquished are defeated. Rest assured on your journey, and do not worry about anyone else."
I smiled faintly. This moment had finally arrived. I thanked him, "Okay, thank you."
As I reached out to take the wine cup, I suddenly heard a "thump," followed by the sound of someone falling and the wine cup rolling on the ground.
I asked in confusion, "What happened? What's going on?"
Liu Xiang looked at me silently for a while before speaking, "Muye, I'm here."
Hearing the voice, which was clearly Liu Shinian's, I was overjoyed and quickly stood up, reaching out my hands to pull him.
Liu Xiang hurriedly tucked his bone fan to his waist and extended both hands to hold me. I couldn't believe it, thinking I was dreaming, and asked him,
"Shinian, are you still alive?"
Liu Xiang was slightly stunned. He came to his senses and then lied to me, "Alive, I'm perfectly alive."
As he spoke, he waved his hand slightly, and the cell door immediately opened wide. He pulled me into his arms and said softly, "Muye, shall I take you away?"
"Yes, take me away."
Liu Xiang nodded slightly and then waved a gust of clear wind, taking me and him away from the dungeon.
The guard who had fallen to the ground slowly woke up after a long time. When he woke up, he saw that the iron cage was empty, with no sign of anyone.
Guessing that the Myriad Demon King had escaped, he hurried back to the palace to inform the Azure Dragon City Lord.
As soon as he saw the City Lord, he shouted in a panic, "City, City Lord, something's wrong! Something's wrong!"
"What's the matter that's so urgent?"
"The Myriad Demon King, she, she escaped!"
"What!"
Azure Dragon was greatly shocked and stood up from his seat. However, he quickly calmed down. He guessed that only Liu Xiang could have abducted Liu Muye.
Since Liu Xiang had abducted her, he would consider her dead. He then instructed the guard,
"Old Gu, convey my message that the Myriad Demon King, knowing her grave sins, committed suicide out of guilt."
Old Gu was a bit confused and asked him, "City Lord, don't we need to chase after her?"
"No need. Just do as I say."
"Yes." Although Old Gu was very confused, he still spread the news, telling everyone that the Myriad Demon King had committed suicide in prison out of guilt.
Suddenly, the entire Northern Divine Capital was in an uproar. A generation of heroes had ultimately met such an end, with their bodies scattered and wrapped in straw mats. It was truly regrettable.
However, the truth of the matter was probably known only to Old Gu and Azure Dragon. But this secret would eventually be buried in their hearts forever.
The reason for committing suicide out of guilt was perhaps something only children would believe. Everyone knew in their hearts that she had been executed by the City Lord.
Ada also thought so.
It was laughable that those at the pinnacle of power would always do this, fabricating lies to cover up the truth in order to maintain their image in the eyes of the people.
However, even so, Muye was still dead, forever dead.
Upon hearing this news, Ada couldn't help but burst into tears, recalling the days in the Southern Sea City.
Recalling the carefree and joyful days spent playing with Muye, Liu Shinian, and Ali.
But those days passed so quickly, so quickly that there was no time to say goodbye, and when we met again, it was only news of death.
However, he did not expect that the destinies of the three would end so hastily in this manner.
"Alas!" He sighed with great desolation, gazing at the sky, which was like fire, without knowing what to do.
He thought that as a former friend, he should do something for Muye, even if it was a very, very small thing.
Before dawn, he went alone to a mountainside outside the city and erected an empty grave for Muye amidst the landscape.
To keep the empty grave from being lonely, he also placed some gold and silver treasures in the soil as burial goods.
Then, he covered the soil handful by handful, as if someone were truly lying inside, as if Muye were truly there. However, it was all just a fantasy.
After finishing the empty grave, he moved a smooth stone slab and erected it in front of the grave. He bit his finger and wrote a line of blood text: "Tomb of my dear friend Liu Muye."
He gazed at the empty grave before him, sat there in a daze, and gently stroked the tombstone with his mud-covered hands, murmuring.
"Although we did not know each other for long, I have a very deep impression of you as a friend. Now that you are gone, I am powerless to retrieve your body.
I can only erect an empty grave to comfort your spirit. If there is a next life, I hope you will live happily. Rest assured, I will visit you often from now on."
After speaking, he slowly got up and turned to leave reluctantly. After he left, it began to rain heavily. The rainwater washed over the stone slab,
Washing away all the blood text, leaving only this wordless empty grave.
At this moment, in the extreme ice and cold land north of the Northern Divine Capital, a mansion suddenly appeared.
The wind and snow that danced all around were like the lonely cries of the night, ceaselessly swirling around the mansion.
Liu Xiang brought me to this mansion. Smelling the pine scent emanating from all around, I curiously asked him, "Where is this?"
"This is my home."
"Your home? Why does it smell of pine?"
"Because this mansion is made of pine wood, hence the strong pine scent."
I curiously reached out and touched it, finding it incredibly smooth, unlike real wood.
Liu Xiang led me forward and into a room in the corridor. He guided me to sit by the window, under the bed, and then said.
"From now on, this will be your home. You can live well with me."
I asked doubtfully, "Only the two of us?"
"Only the two of us."
I felt a little worried.
"However, my Twelve Star Generals and Twenty-Four Mountain Masters still have no place to live. Why don't we invite them to live with us?"
Liu Xiang was momentarily speechless. He knew that after such a great blow, I had forgotten who was alive and who was dead, and thought they were all still alive.
Liu Xiang held my hand and said, "Okay, let them come together. We'll all live together."
"It's quite hard on them following me. It's not good for them to wander around outside without anyone watching."
Liu Xiang sighed slightly, and after a while, he said, "Wait for me here. I'll go get you something."
I nodded in agreement. He got up and left, and soon returned with a stack of pink dresses.
He handed the clothes to me and said, "Take a hot bath later and then change into these clothes."
I touched the sword at my waist. Fortunately, it was all there. I asked him, "Where is the bathroom?"
"This way."
He helped me up and led me behind a screen. There was a large bathtub. I reached out and touched it, very satisfied. "It's a bathtub, but unfortunately, there's no hot water."
"No problem, watch this!" With a casual wave of his hand, the entire bathtub was filled with hot water.
I touched the hot water in the bathtub, very happy. "Then you can go out. I'll wash first."
He responded, "Okay," and turned to leave. However, he did not leave the room but sat down by a table in the room, with his back to the screen.
I took off my clothes and got into the bathtub. As I washed, I suddenly remembered something and called out to him, "Shinian! Shinian!"
He quickly responded, "I'm here, I'm here."
"Have you told them? When are they coming?"
Liu Xiang was slightly confused, then realized who I was talking about and said, "They'll be here in a few days."
"Are there enough rooms here? It will be crowded later, will it be too small?"
"No, it's quite spacious here. It can accommodate dozens more people."
"Is that so? I think the Four Protectors can't return to the Merfolk tribe for now, so let's invite them to live with us too."
"Okay."
"Also, the elders, the few venerable ones, Thirteen Niang, Liu Mei, and that Xian Ling'er, invite them all over too."
He readily agreed, "Okay, okay, okay, invite them all."
Hearing his agreement, I continued to bathe with satisfaction. After bathing, I fumbled to put on the pink dress, then took out the armor and the twin swords.
He quickly stepped forward to support me. I handed the armor and twin swords to him, saying, "I don't know how to wash armor, so you can keep it for me for now."
Liu Xiang was a little helpless. He took the armor and casually blew on it, and the entire set of armor instantly became as bright as new, clean, and tidy.
He placed the twin swords and armor on the wardrobe nearby and then said, "You're tired today, so get some rest early. I'll wake you up tomorrow."
"Okay."
He helped me to the bedside and then got up to leave. I lay on the bed, thinking no further, and slowly fell asleep.
The next morning, I was startled awake by the sound of the cold wind whistling outside. I quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang instantly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind howling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
"Okay."
I sighed slightly, hugged the painting, and returned to the bed, falling asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the sound of the cold wind whistling came from outside. I was startled awake from my dream and quickly called out to Liu Xiang, "Shinian! Shinian! Where are you?"
Liu Xiang promptly appeared by the bedside and replied, "I'm here, I'm right beside you."
I pointed outside the door and said, "It's them, they've arrived, quickly open the door and let them in."
Liu Xiang said softly, "That's just the wind. No one is here."
"Really?" I felt a little disappointed, thinking they should have come. I asked him, "When will they be back?"
"Soon, within these few days."
"Did you bring the painting we did in the Western Purple Kingdom?" I suddenly remembered this matter.
"I brought it," he replied perfunctorily. Then, with a wave of his hand, a painting appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand. It was the painting hanging in the main hall of the Western Purple Kingdom, the one that Lin'er had personally framed.
He handed the painting to me and said, "Touch it, the painting is right here."
I took the painting and carefully stroked it. The person in the painting was smiling so sweetly, with a radiant smile, full of vigor. But I could no longer see it, and could only feel the joy of that moment through touch.
I held the painting to my chest and asked him again, "When will they come?"
He still replied perfunctorily, "They'll come in a few days."
I felt a little sad and asked him in confusion, "Where did they go? Why are they taking so long to come?"
"They've gone to do their own things and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for them to come."
Liu Xiang slowly got up and walked outside. Whether out of guilt or shame, he seemed a little afraid to face Muye.
After saying so many insincere words, how could he explain them?
I spent the entire day without eating or drinking, pacing anxiously in the room, waiting for their arrival.
Liu Xiang stood outside the door without a word. It was only when night fell that he persuaded me.
"Muye, it's dark. They probably won't be able to come today. You should rest first."
I fumbled my way to the door, but it was tightly closed by him and could not be opened. I was a little confused but did not ask him. I simply replied