Chapter 9
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It poured down on the youth's thin shoulders. His eyes shone brighter under the moonlight.
He repeated seriously, "I can give you … everything."
Ye Yunlan's voice was still cold. "Including your life?"
The youth nodded. "Including my life."
"… Why would I want your life?" Ye Yunlan suddenly looked away.
He stood up straight and looked into the distance. His black hair fluttered in the wind, and his eyes seemed to be focused on the unmelted snow on the distant mountain.
"If you want to repay me, then help me pick a snowball flower and bring it here."
Snowball flowers grew in the snow. When the temperature was slightly high, they would immediately wither.
It was already early spring, and the weather on Mount Qing Yun was warm and humid. The ice had long melted, so there was no way to find a snowball flower. Even if he found one, he would not be able to bring it to him in perfect condition.
Ye Yunlan said this just to make the youth give up on the idea.
In this world, he did not want to be involved with anyone else. If it were not for his injuries, he would not even want to deal with Helan Ze, who had left him to recuperate. He just wanted to be alone, find a remote place, and live the rest of his life in peace.
However, to his surprise, the youth did not hesitate and directly answered, "Okay."
Ye Yunlan frowned, but the youth stared at him and said, "Wait for me, Immortal."
Then, the youth finally let go of his sleeve and turned to leave.
His figure was as agile as a wolf, and he quickly disappeared over the wall.
Ye Yunlan looked down at his wrinkled sleeve, which was still stained with the blood of the youth's hand.
He was silent for a long time before closing the window.
The next day.
Ye Yunlan put down the book, blew out the lamp, and walked into the inner room. He took the Missing Shadow Sword and sat quietly on the bed to wipe it.
The window was not closed tightly.
The moonlight shone in and sprinkled on his body.
After he finished wiping the sword, he turned to look at the moonlight outside the window for a long time.
The youth did not come.
Just as he expected.
He got off the bed and closed the window. He lay on the bed and closed his eyes.
A faint wind blew. In the chaotic and broken dream, he could not sleep well as usual.
…
A few more days passed.
Ye Yunlan was reading a book on the bed when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the window.
His hand that was flipping through the book paused. He was silent for a moment and felt a little surprised. He thought the youth had retreated and would not come again.
Ye Yunlan got up and opened the window.
Just as he opened a small gap, his hand was grabbed by someone.
Because of his ice spiritual root, his body temperature was lower than normal people. but the hand that grabbed him was even colder.
"Immortal Monarch." He heard the youth's hoarse voice. "Snowshine … I've brought it here."
Ye Yunlan caught a glimpse of the other party's wolf-like gleaming eyes through the dark window. She was slightly startled.
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