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Seeing that Jiang Xiaochuan was still keeping his head down and not speaking, Lu Xueqi finally ran out of patience. She put away Tianya, suddenly took a step forward, and amidst Xiaobai's angry exclamation and Jiang Xiaochuan's astonished gaze, she picked Jiang Xiaochuan up in her arms!

Jiang Xiaochuan's mind went blank, and his body was as stiff as a stone.

Wait, this posture is wrong.

No, the plot is wrong.

That's not how it's written in novels. In novels, the male lead is usually surrounded by women, or he might forcefully stop them with one arm each, or he might scream in pain, "Stop fighting!" and then cough up blood and faint...

Why was I the one being carried in a princess carry?

Why am I being carried under someone's arm like a piece of luggage?

"What are you doing? Put him down! He didn't do it willingly!" Xiaobai panicked and rushed forward to snatch him away.

Lu Xueqi gave her a cold glance, the chill and warning in her eyes making Xiaobai pause.

Immediately, the Tianya Sword beneath Lu Xueqi's feet flew up automatically and landed at her feet, its azure light shining brightly.

"Jiang Xiaochuan," she looked down at Jiang Xiaochuan, who was stiff as a log in her arms, her voice still cold, but with an undeniable determination, "Let's go home."

After saying that, without waiting for Jiang Xiaochuan's reaction or Xiaobai's obstruction, the Tianya Sword transformed into a dazzling azure stream of light, soaring into the sky and speeding towards the direction of Qingyun Mountain in the west, leaving only a long-lasting blue streak in the air.

"Lu Xueqi, you crazy woman, give him back to me!" Xiaobai stomped her foot in anger and immediately transformed into a white light, soaring into the air and chasing after him relentlessly.

At this moment, she didn't care about hiding her identity or whether the righteous path would discover her. All she knew was that Jiang Xiaochuan had been taken away by that crazy woman!

The sea breeze swept up the ashes and dust on the beach.

All that remained was a mess, and the lingering sword energy and demonic power in the air.

Jiang Xiaochuan was held tightly in Lu Xueqi's arms, the unique fragrance of her body lingering around his nose, and the whistling wind in his ears. He stiffly raised his head, looked over Lu Xueqi's shoulder, and looked behind him.

The white light that Xiaobai transformed into relentlessly pursued him against the azure sky, drawing ever closer.

He could see the anxiety, anger, and... a hint of despair on her face.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Finally, he could only mouth a silent sentence in that direction:

"sorry."

Then, he buried his face in Lu Xueqi's shoulder and stopped looking.

He was afraid that if he watched any longer, he wouldn't be able to stop her, wouldn't be able to turn back, wouldn't be able to...

Lu Xueqi felt his head burying itself in his hands, her body stiffened slightly, and then she hugged his arm even tighter.

She looked down at the person curled up in her arms like an ostrich, at his exposed, bright red ears. The icy anger surging in his eyes finally subsided, replaced by a deep, almost obsessive possessiveness born of loss and rediscovery.

She held him in her arms, flying on her sword at top speed.

Behind them, Xiaobai's shouts and pursuit were gradually drowned out by the sound of the wind.

Xiao Bai chased after it for a while, and saw that the blue light was getting further and further away. Its speed was even faster than her full-force flight!

She gritted her teeth and pushed her magic to its limit, but she still couldn't close the distance.

Finally, the blue light disappeared into the horizon and could no longer be seen.

Little White hovered above the sea, gazing at the empty western sky, its chest heaving violently, whether from exhaustion or anger, it was hard to tell.

The sea breeze tousled her long, disheveled hair and brushed against her pale cheeks.

She suddenly smiled, a very light and faint smile, tinged with self-mockery and a touch of bewilderment.

Then, as I was laughing, tears suddenly streamed down my face, large drops that hit the sea below and disappeared instantly.

She raised her hand and wiped her face, which was now wet.

"Why are you crying?" she said to herself, her voice hoarse. "You're pathetic."

But the tears flowed like beads from a broken string, the more she wiped them away, the more they came.

She remained there for a long time, until the sun set, turning the sea a poignant, blood-red hue.

Then, it flew towards the land.

Target: Heyang City.

Since she can't go to Qingyun Mountain, she'll wait in Heyang City.

Wait for him to come back, or... if he doesn't come back, we'll storm Mount Qingyun and demand his return!

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A deep blue sword light pierced the sky, traversing through the clouds.

Lu Xueqi held Jiang Xiaochuan and flew very steadily. Soon, her face remained indifferent, revealing no emotion. Only her slightly pursed lips betrayed a hint of inner turmoil.

Jiang Xiaochuan remained silent, shrinking into her arms like a quail.

I don't know how long we flew, until it got completely dark and the sky was full of stars.

Lu Xueqi slowly reduced her speed and landed on the top of a deserted mountain.

There was a flat boulder at the top of the mountain. She put Jiang Xiaochuan down, put away Tianya herself, and stood in front of him.

The night wind blew through her white dress and long hair. Under the moonlight, she was so beautiful that she seemed otherworldly, yet she exuded a cold detachment.

She looked at Jiang Xiaochuan for a long time before speaking. Her voice was exceptionally clear and cold in the quiet mountaintop.

"explain."

Two words, devoid of superfluous emotion, threat, or coercion, yet carrying an undeniable sense of final ultimatum.

She was waiting. Waiting for Jiang Xiaochuan to give her an explanation.

About that enchantress, about "Little Husband," about everything that happened in the past seven years that she didn't know about.

Lu Xueqi was actually very confused; she was afraid.

She feared that Jiang Xiaochuan's explanation would be unacceptable to her, that he had truly fallen in love with that vixen, and that he had long forgotten her after these seven years.

But her face remained cold and expressionless.

This was her last line of defense.

If the explanation is unacceptable to her, even if it breaks her heart, she will maintain her last shred of dignity.

But her hand trembled slightly inside her sleeve. She gripped the Tianya Sword tightly, its scabbard icy cold, yet unable to suppress the cold sweat on her palms.

Lu Xueqi stared at Jiang Xiaochuan's lowered head, countless thoughts flashing through her mind. If he admitted to falling in love with that vixen, what would she do? Kill him, or kill that vixen, then kill him, and then commit suicide?

If he explains that he was forced or that it was a misunderstanding, will she believe him?

Why haven't I heard from him at all in these seven years? Why hasn't he returned to Qingyun? Why is he with other women?

What if he... doesn't want to explain at all, or can't explain clearly?

Lu Xueqi suddenly felt a deep exhaustion. The frantic search of the past two weeks, the fierce battle just now, and the seven years of bitter waiting seemed to have drained all her strength in an instant. All she wanted was to hear him say something, even just "I'm sorry" or "I miss you".

But no.

Jiang Xiaochuan simply lowered his head and remained silent, like a lifeless stone statue.

Lu Xueqi's heart was stretched tighter and tighter, almost to the point of breaking. "Speak up, Jiang Xiaochuan! Say something! Curse me, lie to me, say something! Don't stay silent like this. Silence is more cruel than any words."

The night wind blew by, carrying with it the howls of unknown wild beasts in the distance.

Finally, cracks appeared in Lu Xueqi's eyes, which had been cold. She stepped forward, reached out, lifted Jiang Xiaochuan's chin, and forced him to look at her.

Her movements were somewhat rough, and her fingertips were icy cold.

Looking at Jiang Xiaochuan's red eyes and the undried tear stains on his face, Lu Xueqi's cold anger suddenly dissipated, replaced by a deeper pain that left her at a loss.

She released her grip, took a step back, her voice still cold, but with a barely perceptible tremor:

"Jiang Xiaochuan," she called his name, each word sounding like it was being squeezed out of her throat.

"I'm giving you one last chance to explain, or... never explain."

This was her last line of defense, her final, humble plea.

Explain it.

I beg you.