These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Wei Tu knew what the other person was talking about, and now was not the time to make jokes.

So he nodded obediently.

"Um……"

"when."

Lu Qingyan continued to ask in a cold voice.

Wei Tu had no time to reminisce.

"Just before... I came back."

"Just what I thought, you finally made your move on your senior sister?"

Lu Qingyan seemed unaware that her voice was trembling slightly.

But when she saw the boy nod, what welled up in her heart was not anger, but a feeling of powerless sorrow.

She didn't know why she felt sad, nor did she know why she felt so empty.

Wei Tu knelt on the ground, looking at the woman.

"My senior sister is very good to me. She is willing to give up even the right to love for me, so I can't abandon her."

Lu Qingyan took a deep breath.

"Lin Ruoyin told me yesterday that she was preparing for your wedding with Su Mi, and now... who are you doing this to?"

Wei Tu gave a wry smile.

“Master, you know me. Some things can’t be done just by rationally deciding what’s the best way. Besides… I think this is better…”

"You want them all to stay by your side, to love the same man, is that what you think is good?"

Lu Qingyan seemed unable to accept this argument; perhaps it was different from what she had imagined.

At first, she might have thought that the young man could do whatever he wanted, since he had his own life to live. However, when she heard the news of Lin Ruoyin's marriage, she couldn't help but feel strange.

It's as if all I feel is an instinctive resentment towards all of this.

It's as if they won't listen to any excuses.

She even pulled out a familiar, thick vine.

Wei Tu was not afraid; he took a deep breath and nodded.

"At least I know that I can give them happiness, and only I can give them happiness."

Where do you get your confidence from!

"Snapped!"

The rattan cane struck the boy, tearing his clothes instantly, but Wei Tu did not dodge.

"How dare you say such a thing! Who do you think you are to deserve this!"

"Snapped!"

The cane lashed out again and again, and Wei Tu didn't hold back, using his inner energy to resist.

Instead, they let their skin tear and bleed.

"How could you do this! Do you think they're just playthings you control?!"

It seemed like a sudden outburst without any apparent reason.

She started getting angry without any explanation, and no one else could understand why Lu Qingyan suddenly had such emotions.

But Wei Tu could understand why she had turned a blind eye to such things before.

Why did he suddenly change his attitude after hearing the news of Su Mi's marriage to him?

He was well aware of this, so he let the other person vent.

He continued until his clothes were torn to shreds, his bare upper body covered in shocking bloodstains.

The wounds were covered in blood.

Lu Qingyan even snapped the rattan cane in her hand.

She had just paused for a moment, but she didn't even realize that her eyes were already red.

She was even somewhat dazed when she saw the wounds on the boy's body.

But she didn't want to soften her heart. She threw the whip aside, turned her head away, and seemed not even wanting to face the boy at this moment.

"Master..."

Wei Tu's voice was calm, and there was no sign of pain.

Lu Qingyan turned her head to the side, her long hair obscuring her delicate profile, but her rosy eyes seemed to be about to be filled with tears.

Lu Qingyan took a deep breath.

"I understand. I lost my composure just now. What you do next is your business... You don't have to come back, Xiaoyuan Peak. If Ying'er wants to be with you... then let's go together."

She finished speaking.

It was as if she had made a major decision, but inexplicably, it felt as if a piece of her heart had been hollowed out. Not only was there endless emptiness and void, but also countless pains that almost made it hard for her to breathe.

Wei Tu looked at her.

"And what about you, Master?"

Lu Qingyan was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and bit her thin lips.

"I don't need you to worry about me."

"But I never thought of abandoning my master."

Wei Tu slowly stood up, even though his upper body was exposed and somewhat mangled.

Lu Qingyan turned her head and looked at Wei Tu with red eyes.

"I told you, I don't need your concern. Are you my master or your master? Do I have to announce to the sect that you're expelled from Little Iris Peak before this is over!"

Wei Tu shook his head and walked over step by step.

Lu Qingyan retreated, unable to make a move. Seeing such a young man, she couldn't help but feel soft-hearted.

But she was also afraid of his approach at this moment, and even more afraid that this perceptive young man could touch her most vulnerable spot.

The boy spoke in a clear and calm voice.

“What’s the point of keeping Little Iris Peak if we’re not together? Master… the future I envision is one where we’re all together. No matter our identities, no matter how we do it, no matter what stories we go through in between… in this life, I will never let go of any of you…”

He's always understood that.

Ultimately, Lu Qingyan's biggest fear is losing something.

She was sensitive and shy, and she was unwilling to say it.

What she feared was that Xiao Yuanfeng would be left all alone, and that she would ultimately become the one who could never be with her no matter what.

The former is loss.

The latter was abandoned.

But how could Wei Tu bear to part with it?

"I...don't want you to be alone." PS: Thank you everyone for your blessings~ Let's all be happy~

Getting an IV drip

I've developed a huge boil under my armpit these past couple of days. They say it's due to severe internal heat and I need two days of IV drips followed by topical medication. That's why I'm updating this afternoon and evening.

14 So let's start now.

What kind of relationship would lead to such turmoil and confusion?

What kind of identity would make someone hesitate and unable to face it?

Wei Tu might not even know the exact answer, but he couldn't let this woman torment him like this.

Sometimes, pressure is not imposed from the outside, but rather is self-imposed psychologically.

Take, for example, the boundaries and rules in Lu Qingyan's heart.

She couldn't face difficulties head-on and overcome obstacles like she would when practicing swordsmanship.

Because Lu Qingyan was completely unfamiliar with and awkward when it came to relationships, she didn't understand a certain principle as clearly as Wei Tu.

Caring about other people's opinions and so-called rules will not bring you any benefits, but the regret of missing out is something only you can silently bear and suffer for day and night.

The boy walked up step by step and embraced the woman.

When he said, "I don't want you to be alone."

Lu Qingyan's eyes turned completely red, like paper soaked in cinnabar.

Tears slipped fragilely from the corners of her eyes, passing over her translucent skin, leaving glaring wet marks as if on a blanket of snow.

She tried to hold back her tears, because it would be too shameful to cry in front of the boy she had raised.

However, the trembling of her body and the shrinking of her shoulders seemed to betray the woman's wavering and fragile heart at this moment.

The shirtless boy was holding her like this.

His cheek rested deeply against her hair, his breath filled with the woman's fragrant scent.

The fragrance emanating from Lu Qingyan was like a rare orchid in a secluded valley.

It's as if a brave adventurer is needed to delve deep into the mountains and forests to carefully explore and find the treasure, while her fragrance is like a gentle hand, guiding you in the right direction.

"Qingyan..."

He called the other person's name softly, and Lu Qingyan felt as if the other person's call was in a dream.

It felt as if it could melt one's own heart.

It's not just a matter of weakness anymore.