As expected, Cui Pan was furious and resolutely expressed his reluctance to let go.
"Why are you leaving? Haven't you been living well in Fengdu for the past twenty years? Stay here, Yang Jian may not be suitable for you, Yan Xi..."
Yanxi smiled, raised her eyes, and looked at Cui Pan's frowning brows. She moved her fingertips, but after all, she didn't step forward to help him smooth it.
What Po Meng said that day still left traces in her heart. She knew in her heart that whether Cui Pan was interested in her, whether she thought about it, or whether it was true, since she didn’t have that kind of thought for Cui Pan, she didn’t want to. It's too close.
"Cui Pan, I just went to the mortal world for a walk. I stayed in the underworld for too long, and I almost forgot what the sun is like." Chan Xi's eyebrows moved slightly, and softly comforted, "I will be back, I 'S home is here."
I will be back, my home—
Cui Pan clenched his fingertips, her thin lips tightened, and Junxiu's face was gloomy, "Fanxi, you have never taken a half step out of the underworld since you woke up. Where do you go to see the world?"
This is a bit aggressive.
Yan Xi was dazed, and gave Cui Pan a complicated look. The lake in the heart was calm and there were no waves.
After a while, she slowly opened her lips, "Ah... just casually say it, Cui Pan, you are so strange," she turned the cup in her hand, the cold chill penetrated into the meridians through her fingertips, a little bored for no reason. "You see, everything in the underworld is cold. Even if it's warm tea, I feel a little bitter when I eat it. I'm alone here, and I'm tired of this life occasionally. Why not go for a walk?"
"clatter-"
She gently put down the cup, staring down at the ripples of the tea in the cup, spreading it in circles. Bells were strung with red lines on plain white wrists, and jingle bells rang.
For a long time, Cui Pan remained silent.
Yan Xi said indifferently: "Cui Pan, I'm here to let you know. I plan to go to Yangjian after I leave the Yin Law Department."
Cui Pan was shocked, his slender eyes flashed pain, "You—" He stood up suddenly and hit the stone pillar with a fist. At that moment, the whole ground shook like a mountain. "So, I can't stop you at all, can I, Wuxi?"
"I… "
Yan Xi sighed softly, her clear eyes looked at Cui Pan softly, and Cui Pan's eyes were filled with sourness in the corners of her lips that were always rising.
"Cui Pan, in your eyes, the sun has been in the air for decades, and it is just a flick of a finger. I brewed a lot of wine for you and buried it in the wine cellar in my backyard. When you want to drink, send a lamp slave to dig it. That's right. Maybe when you drink up that cellar, I'll be back."
"Maybe the sun is the same as the underground palace, then I will probably return after a few days."
"Really..." Cui Pan's eyelashes trembled, his fists clenched, "Fang Xi, if I say, don't leave?"
He was startled, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his lips, which was as light as blue, not beautiful enough, but gentle enough.
Yan Xi's dark and clear eyes could almost look to the bottom at a glance, clearly within reach, but Cui Pan felt that she seemed to be hidden in the misty wind, and when she raised her hand to touch, it disappeared.
She said, "Cui Pan, I am going to leave. I owe you the kindness I owe you and I will pay it back when I come back."
"It's getting late, I have to hurry, so I won't bother, Cui Pan, goodbye."
She stroked the hem of her skirt, got up, held the silver turbidity in her left hand, and took her own somewhat old oil-paper umbrella in her right hand, still with water vapor on it.