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Lu Xueqi remained silent, looking at the woman before her who had been devoted to love for a thousand years, feeling a mix of emotions she couldn't quite describe.

Is it admiration? Is it sympathy? Or is it a kind of understanding as a fellow woman who knows the pain deeply, and... a hint of hidden relief?

I'm glad I didn't have to go through that long wait and loneliness, and I'm glad I can have him openly and honestly, and have the present.

"Why are you doing this to yourself?" Lu Xueqi said in a low voice.

"No pity is needed, Miss Lu." Linglong's voice became clear, carrying the pride of an ancient witch. "I, Linglong, act according to my own conscience, seeking no pity, nor needing others to judge my right or wrong."

Lu Xueqi raised her eyes, looked directly at her, and said calmly, "I'm not pitying him, I'm just... telling you on his behalf, and telling myself, that he's a good person, that he deserves it, but he's mine."

She spoke the last few words slowly and clearly, with an undeniable firmness.

"It was true in the past, it is true now, and it will be true in the future; no one can separate them."

Looking at the undisguised possessiveness and determination in her eyes, Linglong smiled instead. In that smile, there was relief, appreciation, and a faint trace of melancholy.

"I know, I can see it. He only has eyes for you. That's... good."

A brief silence fell between them. A mountain breeze rustled the bamboo leaves, adding to the tranquility.

"Time is running out," Linglong said softly, looking at her increasingly transparent hands.

Lu Xueqi pursed her lips and suddenly asked, "Do you hate him? Hate him for leaving without saying goodbye, hate him for making you wait for a thousand years?"

Linglong shook her head, her illusory figure almost transparent in the sunlight: "At first, it was resentment, but later, inside the stone statue, watching the sun rise and set, the flowers bloom and wither, year after year, that resentment slowly faded and dissipated, leaving only waiting. Waiting became a habit, an obsession, and also... the meaning of my existence. Now, being able to be by his side like this, occasionally looking at him, hearing his voice, knowing that he is doing well, with a wife and children, loved and cared for... is enough."

She paused, looked at Lu Xueqi, a hint of mischievousness in her eyes, but her words caused a fleeting awkwardness to cross Lu Xueqi's cool face: "Actually, I 'see' you two every day, and... 'hear' that you two are very loving, and I've learned a lot from you."

Lu Xueqi: "..."

Even with her resolute nature, her ears turned slightly red at this moment, but she quickly calmed down, looked at Linglong, and said seriously, "That's a matter between us as husband and wife."

"I know." Linglong's smile deepened, tinged with a mischievousness.

"Don't worry, I won't bother you. It's just... nice to check in occasionally."

Her figure swayed, becoming even more transparent, almost blending into the sunlight.

"Finally, there's something I need to tell you. When we came out just now, I lost control and kissed him forcefully. It was my fault, so please don't blame him."

After she finished speaking, her figure transformed into specks of light, vanished suddenly, and returned to Jiang Xiaochuan's brow, returning to silence.

In the courtyard, only Lu Xueqi remained, standing alone beneath the bamboo shadows.

She lowered her eyes, looking at the spot where Linglong had just stood. It was empty, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion. Only a faint trace of desolation remained in the air, proving that the woman had briefly existed.

She stood there for a long time before slowly turning around and looking towards the kitchen.

Jiang Xiaochuan was leaning against the door, peeking out half his head and cautiously looking this way. When he saw her looking over, his face showed a questioning and uneasy expression.

Lu Xueqi nodded slightly to him, indicating that everything was alright.

Jiang Xiaochuan breathed a sigh of relief, quickly walked out, and looked around: "Where's Linglong? She... went back?"

He was a little nervous, fearing that Linglong had completely vanished.

"Yes, it's time to go back." Lu Xueqi said calmly.

"Oh..." Jiang Xiaochuan responded, feeling a little lost. Although he knew that Linglong was just a remnant soul, the real touch he had just felt, the kiss as light as a snowflake, and the thousand-year loneliness hidden in her eyes all weighed heavily on his heart.

"I'm not dead." Linglong's voice suddenly rang in his mind, faint but clear.

"Hongli said that you can borrow her soul power to condense your body once a month, for about an hour. When your cultivation level is higher, it may be longer."

Jiang Xiaochuan was so startled he almost jumped up: "Really?!"

"Mmm." Linglong's voice seemed to carry a very faint, almost imperceptible hint of joy.

Hong Li's lazy voice chimed in: "Of course it's true. When have I, Hong Li, ever lied to you? But I'm quite exhausted. I need to rest for a while. Sister Linglong, you should rest well too. Save your energy and come out to catch up with your ex-lover next month."

Linglong softly hummed in agreement and fell silent. Her consciousness returned to tranquility, but within that tranquility, there seemed to be a faint glimmer of hope.

He walked to Lu Xueqi's side, looking at her profile, which was still calm but seemed more silent than usual. Recalling Linglong's last words, his heart pounded. After hesitating for a moment, he still whispered, "Xueqi, just now, when Linglong... when she came out, um... you know, she... kissed me, just once, so quickly, I didn't react..."

Lu Xueqi turned her head and looked at his anxious and eager-to-explain appearance. After a long while, she suddenly smiled gently. The smile was faint, but it instantly melted away the frost in her eyes.

She reached out and stroked his cheek with her fingertips, her voice softening with a hint of teasing: "This shows that my husband is so charming that even a witch goddess from a thousand years ago couldn't forget him."

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at her seemingly relaxed face, but in reality, there was a subtle tension and forced smile hidden deep in her eyes, and his heart suddenly ached.

He knew she cared, cared a lot, just like he cared about Biyao's kiss, but she was trying to appear magnanimous and indifferent.

He stepped forward, opened his arms, and hugged her tightly, burying his face in the crook of her shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "Xueqi, I'm sorry, and... thank you."

I'm sorry for always making you uneasy. Thank you for being willing to accept everything about me, including these tangled and complicated past events.

Lu Xueqi's body stiffened slightly, then relaxed, and she raised her hand to hug him back, her arms tightly around him.

She didn't speak, but buried her face in his hair, took a deep breath, and smelled his clean and refreshing scent mixed with her own faint, cool fragrance.

This aura reassured her and brought her heart, which had been slightly rippled by Linglong's appearance, back to its ground.

"Fool," she whispered in his ear, in a voice only the two of them could hear.