Fairy, please have some self-respect. I am not the reincarnation of your deceased husband.

Chapter 105 Pei Wanyun: Goodnight, my husband.

Jade Jade Sect, Yunxin Palace.

Pei Wanyun leaned against the window, holding a book in her hand.

She had been in this position for a long time, so long that the spiritual tea had completely cooled down.

However, he did not turn a single page of the book; although his gaze remained on the paper, his mind had already wandered far away.

A gentle breeze blows, carrying the fragrance of bamboo.

She then came to her senses.

"How many days have they been gone?"

Pei Wanyun asked herself softly, but the hall was empty and no one answered.

In the past, even if there was no response, the snow-white little dumpling would still come over and act cute.

But now the little guy has also gone to the secret realm.

Jade Spirit Peak was already quiet and secluded, and now she was all alone.

"well"

Pei Wanyun sighed and looked into the bedroom where Xueyan's little nest was located.

In the past, when my disciple left, at least Xueyan was by my side.

Life may be uneventful, but it shouldn't be this desolate.

In order to provide more assistance to her husband in the secret realm, she entrusted Xiao Xueyan to him as well.

Looking back now, it seems as if even the last vestige of hope was given away along with it.

Another sigh of melancholy.

Pei Wanyun put the book aside, no longer interested in reading it.

She got up and slowly walked to the dressing table, staring blankly at her reflection in the mirror.

Memories gradually surfaced—

Not only the moments spent with her husband, but also the scenes of that aloof maid quietly cultivating herself beside him.

After a moment, she snapped out of her thoughts, got up again, and pulled out a wooden box.

Two sets of clothes were neatly folded in the box.

They belong to Chen Lianshu and Mu Qianxue respectively.

This is something she made recently when she had nothing else to do.

Logically speaking, Pei Wanyun could use cultivation to relieve her loneliness.

However, ever since she parted from her husband and her disciple, she could clearly feel that her mind was unstable.

If one forces oneself to cultivate, it may backfire and lead to qi deviation and demonic possession.

After all, deep down, she was constantly worried about their safety, fearing they might encounter danger in the secret realm;

On one hand, she was secretly uneasy, worried about whether her husband would accept her identity after his return.

Pei Wanyun took out the men's shirt from among them, gently stroked the collar, and murmured, "It should fit me well, right?"

As if remembering something, a gentle smile appeared on his lips, which he quickly suppressed.

She picked up the garment, gently pressed it against her face, closed her eyes, and imagined her husband wearing it.

""

In a daze, she seemed to be able to sense her husband's presence.

But she also knew that it was all just an illusion.

My husband has never worn this garment, so how could it bear his scent?

After a long while, Pei Wanyun carefully folded the clothes and put them back in the box.

Then they pulled out another wooden box, which was filled with scrolls.

It was the same box that almost caused a misunderstanding a few days ago.

At this moment, several new paintings appeared in the box, clearly painted by her out of longing.

Without hesitation, Pei Wanyun took out the bottommost picture book.

Opening the album, the images inside are bold and suggestive, all depicting her and her husband cuddling together.

The scale of the content was so large that even the person involved felt ashamed and shameless upon seeing it.

Even Pei Wanyun herself couldn't explain what she was feeling when she drew it.

For some unknown reason, even though they knew the painting was too outrageous, they still couldn't bear to destroy it.

Instead, they carefully preserved it, even harboring a secret hope for it.

One day, my husband will discover it, and he will know the feelings in my heart.

'

As the unfolding scroll became increasingly suggestive and stimulating, a distinct blush appeared on Pei Wanyun's face.

"cough!"

In the end, he could only cough lightly to relieve the heat.

But clearly, this alone was not enough to calm her down.

Having no other choice, I got up and went outside the hall.

A gentle breeze caressed her face, and the bamboo shadows swayed, finally calming her down.

Gazing at the misty mountain peaks and the tranquil bamboo forest.

Jade Spirit Peak is still the same Jade Spirit Peak, but without those two people and one beast, there's always an emptiness in my heart.

My thoughts drifted away again.

Although I know that my two disciples will return safely from this trip, I can't help but worry about their safety.

However, given Qianxue's strength, she should be fine.

Given that girl's personality, she'll probably stay by her husband's side every step of the way at night, right?

"————"

Thinking of this, Pei Wanyun's emotions gradually became complicated.

There was worry, relief, resentment, anticipation, and even jealousy.

Especially when she thought about the two of them alone, the jealousy became more and more obvious, gradually overshadowing other emotions.

"This is getting more and more outrageous."

Pei Wanyun murmured to herself with a self-deprecating smile, "I was the one who told Mu'er to stay with her husband, so why is she getting jealous now?"

"And what master cares for their disciple as much as I do?"

But she just couldn't control herself.

After all, he was her husband.

"That's enough—"

'

Pei Wanyun gently shook her head, gathering her chaotic thoughts, and turned to head towards the Jade Spirit Palace.

He then began to handle the various tasks assigned by the sect.

Now she can only use busyness to dispel this longing and loneliness.

And this busyness lasted until sunset.

into the night.

Only one lamp was lit inside Yunxin Palace.

"call-

—"

Pei Wanyun finally finished her work and stood up to stretch her muscles.

As soon as she stopped, her mind was filled with images of her husband again.

As she walked out of the Jade Spirit Hall and returned to the Cloud Heart Hall, she subconsciously looked towards the side hall.

The palace doors were tightly shut, and there was no light.

After hesitating for a while, Pei Wanyun finally went over.

Except for the first night her husband left, she rested in the side hall every day thereafter.

Only in this way can the longing be slightly alleviated.

Pushing open the palace door, a familiar, faint fragrance of lotus blossoms wafted towards me.

This is her scent.

This also shows how long she had spent in the side hall these past few days.

The palace remained unchanged, as if her husband had just left.

She walked slowly to the edge of the bed and sat down, her fingertips gently stroking the bedding.

"Your scent should still linger here—"

Now she's not so sure if her husband's presence still lingers there. After all, she comes here every day, and he's been gone for many days, so even if there is any, it's probably almost completely gone.

After only a moment's hesitation, she took off her coat and lay down, skillfully covering herself with the blanket.

She didn't really need rest, but rather she craved the illusion that he was right beside her, and this moment of comfort.

Feeling the softness of the bedding, it was as if her husband was right beside her.

As soon as I lay down, those images of us snuggling together kept flashing through my mind—

The warmth of intertwined fingers, the comfort of being nestled in his arms, and the soothing feeling of his gentle caresses—

All of this only intensified her longing, making it even harder for her to control herself.

'

Suddenly, a wave of palpitations washed over me.

Pei Wanyun frowned slightly and raised her hand to her chest.

She was already used to this feeling, but it was just because she missed him too much.

"Soon."

"It will be soon."

She comforted herself softly.

She longs for her husband's return, to see once again the face she has been yearning for day and night.

She looked forward to his return, hoping that she would no longer need to accompany him as his master.

Thinking of this, Pei Wanyun slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if she could smell her husband's scent.

But on the bed in the side hall, only that familiar fragrance of lotus lingered.

However, something is better than nothing.

In the darkness, a soft, yet tender, whisper could be heard: "Goodnight, my husband."