After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, the yandere villainous heroine descends.

A tree of snow-covered tassels reflects a figure in pristine white robes.

The tassels seem to understand, and the fallen petals become unspoken longings, softly wetting the hem of my clothes.

The waters of Moon Fairy Lake are originally clear, but because of this thought in my heart, they ripple with waves.

Her eyes, brimming with autumn water, seemed to pierce through the vast sky to gaze at that figure. Though the image before her was as blurry as wisps of smoke, she could clearly feel its outline in her heart.

I don't know how many years have passed like this.

Ten years? Twenty years? Perhaps he's nearing fifty.

Time is too long, so long that a day feels like a year, yet ten years pass as quickly as a day.

But how much longer must this unbearable longing last?

When will she, this bird trapped in a beautiful cage, be able to break free from this invisible cage?

"Alas! Master Wen is ultimately a devoted lover. I wonder where, at this moment, he has sent his longing thoughts to in the ends of the earth."

"Indeed! No wonder we're curious. What does the one Master Wen is so longing for look like? Could she be even more stunning than Sect Leader Mu?"

"I don't think so! A person like Sect Leader Mu is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life."

"You little hussy, you say you might not, but you've probably been eyeing the sect leader's refined and noble air for a long time."

"Stop making fun of me! Aren't you itching to do it?"

"Of course not, what I'm really interested in is your cheeky, talkative face."

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"Shut up! You bunch of vulgar people. In my opinion, even if the person in Master Wen's heart is not as beautiful as Sect Leader Mu, in her eyes, she must be better than anyone else."

Upon hearing this, everyone around nodded silently.

After all, every day when you look up, you can see a figure in white standing quietly under the fringe tree, like a painting etched in your eyes.

These whispers drifted into Wen Yuning's ears without any attempt to conceal them, but she seemed to be preoccupied with something, staring into the distance with eyes as indifferent as an impenetrable fog, without the slightest ripple.

Just as the whispers and the momentary silence intertwined, an invisible pressure suddenly descended from the sky, instantly freezing the surrounding air.

A chilling figure, imbued with an aura that cuts to the bone, slowly landed.

The disciples looked up and immediately fell silent, bowing and retreating hastily, clearing the area around Moon Fairy Lake in a short time.

As the figure landed, her robes fluttered like butterflies, and her eyes held a thousand-year-old ice and snow as she gazed at Wen Yuning, who had her back to her, not far away.

The complex emotions surging in his eyes were fleeting, like a shooting star, and vanished in an instant.

Then, she moved with light, graceful steps toward the figure under the tassel tree.

Although the person hadn't uttered a sound, Wen Yu Ning knew it was her the instant the breath reached her nose.

Do you hate me?

Wen Qingning walked to Wen Yuning's side, standing shoulder to shoulder with her, her voice soft and gentle, like the wind rustling through tassel leaves.

Hearing Yu Ning's words, she acted as if she hadn't heard them, her eyelids slightly lowered, her gaze still fixed on the distance.

The aloof figure beside me was nothing more than a wisp of smoke on the lakeshore, and the question before me was merely the rustling of the wind.

I know you harbor resentment.

Seeing that she did not answer, Wen Qingning spoke again, her tone tinged with a faint sigh.

"But I am your sister. How can I just watch you suffer through all this longing, only to end up with a heart full of bitterness and nowhere to pour it out?"

She raised her hand, her fingertips gently picking up a drooping tassel leaf, its tender yellow tip still glistening with moisture.

"Look at these tassel leaves. They scatter in the wind and disappear without a trace, but when spring comes again next year, they will grow back densely again."

"In the end, how can this tassel tree convey longing? It's just that people treat it as a thought, and in the end, it all comes to nothing."

You're wrong.

The next second, Wen Yuning's voice rang out softly.

Wen Qingning was slightly taken aback. She turned her gaze and was met with a pair of calm, unwavering eyes, like the unfathomable depths of Moon Fairy Lake.

"I feel neither hatred nor resentment towards you."

Hearing this, Wen Yu's red lips parted slightly, each word clear and distinct.

Under Wen Qingning's still dazed gaze, she raised her hand and took the tassel leaf held between the other's jade-like fingers.

The morning dew on the leaves clung to her fingertips, cool and refreshing, much like the tears she had kept hidden in her heart for many years.

"The leaves of the tassel never fail to fall."

She gazed at the tender yellow tips of the leaves, her voice so soft it was as if she were afraid of disturbing something.

"The new green leaves on the branches next year will be alive, but this patch of leaves has been kissed by this year's wind and seen by me. It is ultimately different."

To her, she was perhaps the wisp of wind that Wen Qingning spoke of; longing turned into wind, blowing away the leaf and sending it far away.

Even though a single leaf is small, it will sink into some corner of the vast sky in an instant, but there are many more leaves with tassels.

Countless flakes fall over a year, two years, or ten years.

The longing formed by these many leaves is heavy enough to carry the person in her heart to the place she wants to go.

Wen Yuning gently pinched the leaf between her fingertips and slowly tossed it into the sky.

Watching it drift away on the gentle breeze, a rare, warm smile appeared on her face, reflecting the sunlight: "The tassel leaf you look down on, I long to be it, to leave this place carrying complete longing."

"The leaves of the tassel may wither and disappear."

She watched the shadows of the leaves fade into the distance, her voice as soft as a sigh, "But at least, we won't be trapped in the wind."

Upon hearing this, Wen Qingning instantly understood that she was referring more to herself, that she was trapped in this situation.

In Wen Qingning's eyes, although Wen Yuning appeared calm on the surface, her heart, damp with longing, ultimately harbored resentment towards her.

But that person will never come back; they were never meant to be on the same path.

One is a broad, open road that severs all ties of love; the other is a narrow, winding path paved with longing.

But now, the path she was on had gone astray, blocking the end of the trail.

Even though she was reluctant, she did it anyway.

Hearing Yu Ning's words, she didn't want to argue anymore, and simply said, "From now on, you don't need to stay here anymore. I will send someone to pick you up and take you to the Upper Sect, where you can rest well."

Wen Yuning's body trembled slightly in the wind. How could she not know Wen Qingning's intention?

Shangzong was where Mu Yunyi usually lived.

Perhaps feeling that his visits to her every now and then were ultimately a waste of effort, he simply moved her to the Upper Sect, to a different place, and continued to imprison her there.

Wen Qingning originally thought that once these words were spoken, she would definitely lose her temper and cry and question them.

But Wen Yuning, standing before him, said nothing, only quietly turning her eyes away to gaze at the empty lake.

The calmer she was, the more Wen Qingning's heart felt as if it had been gently pricked by a fine needle, tightening slightly.

But that slight feeling was only fleeting, and she suppressed it.

"Yes, I will go."

Wen Yuning responded softly, her voice as faint as a breeze rippled across water, then turned and walked step by step toward the small house.

Watching her slender figure disappear into the shadows of the doorway, Wen Qingning suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a woman lying in that room.

With a slight twitch of her fingertips, her divine sense, like an invisible net, instantly enveloped the body inside the small house.

Sensing that the other party's aura remained deathly still, like a corpse, and showed no abnormality, she withdrew her divine sense, but a coldness appeared in her eyes.

After Wen Yuning is taken to the upper sect, the people in this small house should be thrown out of the sect.

With her mind made up, Wen Qingning lingered no longer. Her cold figure vanished like a streak of light from the shores of Moon Fairy Lake in an instant.

She had only been gone for a moment when the body inside the small house, which had just been scanned by her divine sense, suddenly changed.

A faint, invisible crimson aura emanated from her body, rising and swirling around her like gossamer threads, gradually filling every corner of the small house.

The aura carried an eerie heat, yet it was locked in by an invisible barrier, not a trace of it leaking outside.

Wen Yuning was completely unaware of this. She pushed open the creaking wooden door, walked in slowly, and closed the door behind her.

The room was dimly lit. She walked straight to the bedside and sat down. Looking at the still pale but undeniably beautiful face on the bed, she gently reached out and took the other person's slightly cool hand in hers.

"Sigh...when will you wake up?"

Wen Yuning sighed softly.

However, Qin Hongyi, who was lying on the bed, still had her eyes closed and her face was as pale as ever.

"I...I'm leaving."

Wen Yuning held her hand, as if talking to a ghost, which made her heart ache.

"I know you are no ordinary monk."

She gazed at Qin Hongyi's pale lips, her voice as soft as a breeze from the eaves, "If you can hear me, please move a finger, okay?"

After speaking, her beautiful eyes were fixed on Qin Hongyi's hand without blinking, and she even softened her breathing.

The person on the bed remained as still as a jade statue, without making the slightest movement.

Upon seeing this, Wen Yuning smiled bitterly, her eyes dimming slightly: "I really hope you wake up... If you do wake up, I only have one small wish."

She paused, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the back of the other person's hand, her voice filled with an unyielding melancholy: "I want to be like these tassels on a tree, carrying my longing."

"And you, if you could be the gentle breeze between heaven and earth, then carry this leaf of mine away from here, wouldn't you?"

As she finished speaking, her eyes were already filled with tears, blurring the figure in front of her.

In that instant when the mist obscured her vision, Qin Hongyi's eyelashes trembled very slightly, even though her eyes were tightly closed on the bed.

Just as she was about to say something more, a voice suddenly came from outside the door, breaking the silence inside the room: "Miss Wen, this old Taoist has come to greet you on the orders of the sect leader."

Upon hearing this, the light in Wen Yuning's eyes dimmed even further.

She quietly wiped away the tears from her eyes, gently touched Qin Hongyi's hand with her fingertips, and then slowly got up and walked out of the room.

An old man stood outside the door. Wen Yuning recognized him; he had once been a cultivator under the tutelage of Fairy Xiayue.

"After I leave, no one is allowed to set foot in this house."

Wen Yu stared at the old man, her voice carrying an undeniable coldness, "If there is even the slightest mistake, you will pay with your life."

Upon hearing this, the old man merely nodded slightly, but his eyes showed no concern.

He had already received Wen Qingning's instructions to throw the people in the room out of the sect after Wen Yuning left, so naturally he wouldn't take these words to heart.

Wen Yuning took one last look at the tightly closed door, as if trying to etch something into her eyes, before following the old man and leaving the shore of Moon Fairy Lake step by step.

Not long after she left, inside the small house, Qin Hongyi's eyes, which had just trembled slightly, were visible.

A faint damp mark was quietly reflected on her pale cheek, like morning dew sliding across a jade wall.

P.S.: A daily sigh!