Xiaoqing seemed to have not heard what Yu Mu Yanran said. She looked into the distance at the sky. Her usually bright face was filled with loneliness, and her eyes were filled with desolation and sadness.
"You—" Xiaoqing's gloomy look made Mu Yanran frown slightly, opened her red lips slightly, wanted to say something, but closed her mouth again. After a moment of silence, she said coldly: "Xueyan, did you hear what I said?"
"I'm not in the mood to see anyone now, you can leave now." Xiao Qing said calmly. At this moment, she just wanted to be alone and quiet for a while. She didn't want to see anyone, and she wouldn't leave with Mu Yanran.
"Hmph, I'm afraid this is not up to you!" Mu Yanran curled the corners of her mouth, snorted coldly, suddenly grabbed Xiaoqing's wrist, and uttered a word, "Go!" She dragged Xiaoqing up and was about to take her away by force.
"Let go!" Xiao Qing shook off Mu Yanran's hand and asked impatiently, "What do you want?"
"Come with me to Baihua Valley to meet Qinghuan."
Xiao Qing was stunned for a moment, somewhat bored. She shook her head and whispered, "I said I'm not in the mood to see anyone right now. Please tell Sister Feng that I will definitely go to Baihua Valley to see her someday when I understand my own situation."
Mu Yanran raised the corner of her mouth, revealing a mocking smile, staring at Xiaoqing, her face as cold as frost: "Xueyan, I don't care whether you live or die, but I can't watch Qinghuan depressed every day. Whether you like it or not, you have to come with me."
"Depressed?" Xiao Qing was stunned and asked in confusion: "What happened to Sister Feng? Why is she depressed?" Even though she was really troubled and depressed at the moment, Xiao Qing couldn't concentrate after all, and she couldn't ignore Feng Qinghuan's affairs.
Mu Yanran chuckled, stared at Xiaoqing, and said in a bad tone: "What's wrong with her, don't you know?"
"If you have something to say, just say it. Otherwise, please leave." Xiaoqing was in a bad mood. She really didn't have the mood to beat around the bush with Mu Yanran and listen to her sarcasm.
Mu Yanran stared at Xiaoqing with hatred, her eyes were tangled. After a long time, she turned her face to one side, biting her lower lip tightly with her flat teeth, as if she had made a great determination, and then she said in a hoarse voice: "Xueyan, do you know that Qinghuan likes you?" Since Qinghuan couldn't express her feelings, then she would say it for her. Taking a deep breath, Mu Yanran stared at Xiaoqing steadily, and said in a deep voice: "Don't think that you are the only one who is trapped and suffering from love. There are many people who are really suffering." She laughed at herself, looked up at the sky, and said in a vague voice: "The most painful thing in the world is not that the person you like doesn't like you, but watching the person you like suffer while you are powerless..." She quietly clenched her hands, lowered her head and smiled faintly, with a hint of loneliness and bitterness in her expression. After a long time, she regained her indifferent expression, raised her eyes and looked at Xiaoqing, with complicated eyes, "Maybe you are the only one who can make Qinghuan smile, so you have to go back to Baihua Valley with me to see Qinghuan."
Sister Feng likes me? How is this possible!
Mu Yanran's words were like a bolt from the blue, which made Xiaoqing's mind very confused. She frowned, looking dazed, and didn't hear what Mu Yanran said next at all.
"How could Sister Feng like me? We are clearly... just good sisters, right? Mu Yanran, you are trying to make fun of me, so you lie to me like this?"
"Wake up! Do you think I, Mu Yanran, have nothing to do? Would I joke about such a thing?" Looking at Xiaoqing's questioning expression, Mu Yanran felt angry and annoyed. She sneered twice and was too lazy to talk to Xiaoqing anymore. She raised her arm and grabbed Xiaoqing's clothes. She flew into the air, carrying Xiaoqing and flew back to Baihua Valley.
Xiaoqing did not resist this time. She let Mu Yanran take her and ride the wind. With the cold wind blowing on her cheeks, her heart gradually calmed down and her thoughts became clear.
"Sister Feng, do you really like me?" She broke away from Mu Yanran's hand and flew away on her own.
Mu Yanran closed her eyes and whispered the words that broke her heart: "Yes, she likes you." After that, she suddenly accelerated, leaving Xiaoqing behind and walked ahead alone. Her voice came from afar: "Go to the place where you and Qinghuan met for the first time. You will see her there."
Wasn't Wubo Lake the place where I first met Sister Feng? But what should I say when I see Sister Feng
Xiaoqing frowned, and for the first time she had the thought of retreating. She was now very clear about her feelings. Apart from Bai Suzhen, she would never love anyone else in this life. She didn't know how to face Feng Qinghuan. She didn't want to hurt her. After hesitating for a long time, Xiaoqing finally mustered up the courage to fly slowly towards Wubo Lake. Forget it, forget it. What needs to be faced must be faced. Hiding is not a solution.
It started to rain, and Xiaoqing slowly descended from the sky in the drizzle, standing in the rain. She looked up in the direction of Wubo Lake, where a beautiful woman was sitting cross-legged on the shore. She hugged her shoulders with her hands, staring at the lake in a daze, with a faint smile on her lips, her expression calm but a little confused.
Xiaoqing walked up slowly to the woman's side. Seeing her clothes soaked but not noticing, she felt pity for her. She shook her head, conjured up an umbrella, opened it, blocked the rain, took a deep breath, and called out softly, "Sister Feng—"
Feng Qinghuan's body trembled, she clenched her fingers, and a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes. The voice in her ear was so familiar and unreal. She was afraid that this time it was still her illusion. She hesitated for a long time, until Xiaoqing called her again, she slowly raised her head, her eyes fell on the umbrella above her head, and stayed there for a moment, then slowly moved her sight to the person holding the umbrella. When she looked at the face in front of her that made her dream, she called out in disbelief: "Xueyan, is it you?"