Atkin

Chapter 532 Freshmen

After Lingye sank Grandma Miao's corpse into the Xulong Pond, the water began to surge and did not calm down for a long time.

He stood by the pond, emitting a cold aura that was out of place in the deep and quiet Rongqing Valley.

Suddenly, he turned around abruptly, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he waved his big hand vigorously in the air.

In an instant, a powerful spiritual power gushed out from his palm, like an invisible dragon, rapidly drilling towards the bottom of the Dragon Pond.

The Xulongtan Pond was instantly stirred upside down, and the originally calm water surface was covered with huge waves several feet high, splashing water and making a deafening roar.

The sand, rocks and water plants at the bottom of the pond were stirred up by this force, and the water in the pond became turbid.

Along with this violent movement, a figure was sucked out from the bottom of the pool like lightning.

She was a young woman, her long hair was wet and tangled together, like a ball of messy seaweed, floating wantonly behind her.

The wet clothes clung tightly to her body, outlining her graceful figure.

Her eyes were closed, her face was as pale as paper, and her bloodless lips were trembling slightly, as if she was enduring endless pain even in her sleep.

The woman was swept up by Ling Ye's spiritual power and fell heavily on a large rock beside her.

A wet stain instantly splashed on the stone, and the woman's body rolled along with it, eventually collapsing weakly on the edge of the stone.

Ling Ye walked forward, his gaze lingered on the woman briefly, his eyes were complicated and difficult to read, as if there was a hint of reluctance, and also as if there was great helplessness.

He leaned over, his movements gentle but somewhat mechanical, and gently covered the woman with a light grey cloak. The folds of the cloak hung naturally, barely covering the woman's wet clothes.

After doing all this, he turned around and strode away without even a glance. His figure went further and further away in the misty fog and soon disappeared.

After an unknown amount of time, the woman's chest suddenly rose and fell violently, a dull sound came from her throat, and she spat out a mouthful of water.

Then she vomited several times in succession, and her body trembled with each vomit.

Slowly, her eyelids began to tremble slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes were full of confusion and ignorance, like a newborn baby looking at this strange world for the first time.

Her eyes moved around, looking at everything around her with a hint of fear and curiosity.

She subconsciously wanted to get up, but found her legs weak. She could only support her body with her hands and slowly sat up.

She sat on the stone, staring blankly for a while, her mind blank, as if all her memories had been washed away by the water.

After a long time, she slowly stood up and walked towards the edge of Xulongtan with unsteady steps.

She walked to the edge of the pond, looked at the calm water, and saw her face reflected in the water.

She saw that her skin was whiter than snow, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, her nose was straight and beautiful, and her lips were red without any makeup.

Although her long, shiny black hair was still wet and tangled, it did not detract from her natural beauty.

She looked at her reflection in the water, a hint of surprise and confusion flashed in her eyes. Her lips opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't know where to start.

She had no idea who she was or where she came from, as if her life had just begun at this moment. The warm sunlight poured down without reservation, falling on Liu Miao. She squinted her eyes slightly, enjoying this moment of comfort.

However, this tranquility was short-lived, and a burst of severe pain came over me as if my head was hit by a sledgehammer.

In an instant, countless fragmented images rushed into her mind like a surging tide, colliding wildly and without any order.

The images were like an old silent film, flickering, jumping, and blurry.

She found herself in a foggy forest. It was eerily quiet all around, with only the sound of her own heartbeat being exceptionally clear in the silence. She then saw an old and mysterious attic. She was standing under the attic, looking around anxiously, as if she was waiting for something, or looking for something lost.

The scenes flashed by like a kaleidoscope, and she kept shuttling back and forth in them. However, no matter how hard she tried, the faces of the people around her were always blurry and she couldn't see them clearly.

When everything calmed down a little and the noise in her mind gradually faded away, she finally confirmed one thing - her name was Liu Miao.

But other than that, the memories seemed to be cut off by a sharp blade, leaving only a desolate place.

She vaguely felt that she should know more, and those blank spaces should have been filled with rich stories, but no matter how hard she racked her brains and tried to trace back, her mind was still dead blank and she couldn't grasp anything.

She couldn't understand why she was in Rongqing Valley, nor could she remember why Ling Ye had fished her out from the bottom of the Xulong Pond.

As for those trivial past events of delivering meals to Lingye every day, it was as if they had never appeared in her life. Not even a trace was left in her memory, as if they were completely buried by an invisible snowstorm.

At this moment, Qiuyun Bridge is spanned between the two mountains, like a dormant dragon.

Under the sunlight, the rough bridge body exudes an ancient and heavy atmosphere.

Ling Ye lay straight on the bridge with his limbs stretched out casually, as if he wanted to merge his body with the bridge.

Her long hair spread out freely, and the strands swayed gently in the breeze, forming a sharp contrast with the rough bridge surface.

His face was stern, and his eyes, which were usually as sharp as an eagle, were now tightly closed. His thick, long eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows, adding a bit of softness to him.

Under the high nose bridge, his thin lips were slightly pursed, bloodless, and the cracked lip lines seemed to tell of his inner dryness and fatigue.

The angular jawline is taut, revealing stubbornness and persistence.

The sunlight poured down unhindered, like countless scalding needles, piercing his body, instantly coating his entire body with a layer of dazzling golden light.

But he seemed to have lost his sense of pain and ignored the heat, letting the sweat continue to seep out of his forehead, slide down his temples, drip onto the bridge surface, and disappear in a flash.

He just lay there, as if trying to use the scorching sunlight to burn away all the struggles and guilt in his heart and free himself in the heat.

Liu Miao crossed her arms, trying to draw more warmth from the cloak.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, and the coldness seeped into her bones through her wet clothes.

When she raised her eyes inadvertently, her gaze was instantly attracted by the arm that suddenly stretched out from the Qiuyun Bridge. Her heart suddenly shrank and an inexplicable sense of uneasiness surged in her heart.

She subconsciously wrapped her cloak tightly around her, but even so, the damp fabric still clung to her skin and the chill still lingered. Even the cloak, the only thing that could bring her some comfort, had already been soaked by her wet body.