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Chapter 550 Make up a story for Liu Miao

Liu Miao stood up with a whoosh, and his movement was so swift that the pearwood table shook. The pair of sparkling jade wine cups on the table clinked against each other and almost fell over.

Her eyes were wide open, her gaze was as sharp as a torch, and she stared at Ling Ye, enunciating each word and asking through gritted teeth, "Did he really let go of his wife's hand? He didn't even say a word to try to keep her?" Her voice was full of anger and disbelief, and every word was filled with raging rage, as if to ignite the air around them.

Ling Ye was picking up a piece of secret spicy chicken and was about to put it into his mouth when his movements suddenly froze, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.

He slowly put down his chopsticks, his expression solemn, nodded slightly, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Well, let go." These two simple words seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, echoing in the air for a long time.

"He clearly has the ability to save her, how could he give up so easily?" Liu Miao's eyes instantly turned red, her hands subconsciously clenched, her arms trembled slightly, and her whole body was filled with anger and confusion.

Ling Ye picked up the mutton-fat jade wine pot, tilted his head back and took a big gulp. The spicy wine rolled down his throat. He let out a long sigh, and his eyes passed through the noisy tavern and looked into the distance, as if to penetrate the fog of fate: "Things in the world are unpredictable. One choice can push the fate of two people in different directions." Liu Miao bit her lower lip tightly, and the image of the man letting go kept appearing in her mind. Her heart felt like it was hit hard by a sledgehammer, and pain spread throughout her body.

She leaned forward eagerly and asked, "And what happened next? What happened to his wife?"

Ling Ye was silent for a moment, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, and his voice unconsciously lowered: "She walked into the miasma forest alone and never came out again."

"A miasma forest? Isn't it a place where it's very difficult to get out alive once you enter it?" Liu Miao's eyes widened, his voice suddenly rose, his face full of shock and worry, and his breathing became rapid.

Ling Ye nodded slightly, his tone revealing helplessness: "Yes, but she has made up her mind, no one can stop her."

Liu Miao felt a wave of sadness in his heart. Thinking of the woman's desperate and resolute back, he murmured to himself, "What about him? Just watching her go to death?" The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He slammed his hand on the table, and the wine in the cup splashed out and spilled onto the table.

"He stood there, looking at her back until she disappeared." Ling Ye picked up the wine jug again and took a big gulp. "Perhaps, he also has his own difficulties."

"Hardships? No matter how big the hardship is, can it be greater than a life, greater than their oath?" Liu Miao couldn't help but retort, her voice choked with sobs, feeling sad for this broken relationship.

Ling Ye did not respond, but just looked at Liu Miao quietly, with many stories hidden in his eyes, as if he was recalling the love that was teased by fate.

Liu Miao took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and questioned in her voice: "They said they would stick together through life and death, so do those vows just go unrecorded?" She looked at Ling Ye, as if looking for an answer that could convince her.

Ling Ye frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said: "Sometimes, vows are too fragile in the face of fate."

Liu Miao was silent, sat down slowly, looked at the spicy chicken on the table, but lost her appetite.

Her thoughts drifted far away, thinking about the once loving couple who ended up with different endings due to the tricks of fate.

Is love really so vulnerable when faced with a life-and-death decision?

Suddenly, Liu Miao seemed to have thought of something. She looked up abruptly and looked at Ling Ye with burning eyes: "Do you know where that man went later?" Her eyes were full of desire to explore, as if she wanted to dig out more secrets from Ling Ye.

Ling Ye took another sip of wine, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice became hoarse: "He...entered the Wuwang Abyss."

"Wuwangyuan? Isn't that a place cursed by the Greed Clan?" Liu Miao asked in surprise, leaning forward, holding the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white. Ling Ye nodded slightly, his expression solemn: "It is said that anyone who enters will lose their mind and will never come out. But before he went in, he left a message."

"What?" Liu Miao asked impatiently, his eyes widened even more and his breathing became rapid.

Lingye's eyes became deep, and he said word by word: "If it means I can keep her safe, I will fall into darkness forever."

Liu Miao was stunned. Her angry expression gradually became complicated, with shock, doubt, and a touch of emotion. She leaned back in her chair and murmured to herself, "So, he wanted to save her..." Her heart was filled with mixed feelings. Her understanding of love and fate seemed to have quietly changed at this moment.

Ling Ye leaned leisurely on the bamboo chair with a rustic charm. He picked up a piece of greasy and bright red pepper and sesame chicken with the ebony chopsticks in his hand. Just as he was about to put it into his mouth, his eyes inadvertently glanced at Liu Miao. Seeing that she was completely immersed in the story, the corners of her mouth raised slightly. He was secretly proud of himself, thinking that the story was told brilliantly and Liu Miao must have been deeply attracted.

In an instant, Liu Miao seemed to be hit hard by an invisible but powerful force, and her originally focused expression was instantly shrouded in doubt.

She slammed the jade teacup in her hand on the stone table. With a crisp "bang", the tea splashed everywhere. Her brows knitted tightly together, and she asked in rapid succession, "That's not right! They were so loving when they were young. The man risked his life several times to save the woman. They shared life and death together! How could he let go? Why did he have to make a fuss until both sides died? What good would it be if both of them were gone? Your story makes me feel so upset! Can't you have a better ending?"

Liu Miao became more and more excited as she spoke. She leaned forward and stared at Ling Ye, as if she wanted to dig out all the secrets in his heart.

At this moment, she was filled with confusion and anger about the tragic outcome of the story. The scenes of the loving couple kept appearing in her mind, and she couldn't understand why it ended like this.

Ling Ye's chopsticks holding the chicken suddenly stopped and a trace of panic flashed across his face, but he regained his composure in the blink of an eye.

He slowly put down his chopsticks, sat up straight with his back straight, his expression became extremely serious, he looked at Liu Miao deeply, and said seriously: "In this world, not all stories can have a happy ending. Some fates are gone unnoticed; some stories are broken while being told. Those beautiful fairy tales we heard when we were young were just to coax children. In reality, how can there be so many happy endings?" Ling Ye shook his head slightly, his tone carrying the vicissitudes of life, as if he was recalling his past full of regrets, and every word seemed to be slowly uttered from the bottom of his heart.

After hearing this, Liu Miao's face was full of dissatisfaction. She pouted her mouth, folded her hands in front of her chest, and looked stubborn: "I don't care. Anyway, I don't like to hear this kind of ending. Love is about life and death. How can we give up easily?" There was a stubbornness in Liu Miao's eyes. She had a beautiful vision of love. This cruel ending of the story was far from her concept of love, which made it difficult for her to accept it.

In her opinion, true love should be indestructible and should not be separated no matter what difficulties they encounter.

Ling Ye looked at Liu Miao's appearance, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a helpless smile.

He picked up the chopsticks again, tore off a piece of tempting and fragrant pepper chicken, handed it to Liu Miao, and said softly: "Eat some first to calm down. Although the story is not perfect, isn't life like this, full of regrets?"

At this moment, a spiritual bird with colorful feathers and a strange luster all over its body flew over the head, and its crisp cry broke the brief silence.

Liu Miao looked at the spirit bird, and suddenly the ancient legend of the spirit tribe emerged in her mind. According to the legend, the spirit bird can guide lost people to find true love.

Her heart suddenly moved, and she looked at Ling Ye, and asked with expectation in her eyes: "The appearance of this spirit bird, could it be that there is still hope for their love?"

When Liu Miao asked this question, a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, hoping that this legend could change the tragic outcome of the story.

Ling Ye was slightly startled, and a complex and indistinguishable emotion flashed across his eyes, including surprise, thought, and a hint of indescribable meaning. He was silent for a moment, and slowly said: "Perhaps, there is a force unknown to us in this world that controls everything." When Ling Ye said this, his eyes looked into the distance.