These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

"Not long, just one day."

The sacred spring is filled with spiritual energy, as if a thin mist is spreading.

The woman, who was still very weak, had been sleeping and waking up frequently these past few days, and it seemed that she had not fully recovered.

It always seems like something is missing, but the spread of the red line has been contained, though it doesn't seem to be going away.

This made Wei Tu uneasy.

Mu Xitong was already soaked, her clothes clinging to her curvaceous body.

She looked at the tired face of the boy in front of her.

"You should rest too, you look so tired."

Wei Tu shook her head. "You're not better yet, I don't want to sleep."

Mu Xitong looked at the red thread on her wrist and smiled, "It seems the spiritual spring isn't so magical after all..."

"At least it's still useful."

"But I can't stay here forever. You see, it's just stopped, but it hasn't disappeared. Maybe it will reappear in the future."

"Then I'll bring you here again."

Mu Xitong stared intently at the boy.

"You have time this time, but what about next time? Have you noticed that the spiritual energy around you is starting to thin out?"

"...It's okay, I'll find a way."

Wei Tu said this.

Mu Xitong reached out and stroked the boy's face, smiling as she spoke.

“Yes, of course we’re related. I feel guilty when I think about what you’ve done for me these past few days, and when I open my eyes and see you looking so tired.”

The boy's hair was a little messy, and the unkempt stubble added a touch of unkempt disorder to his handsome face, creating a rugged beauty.

He looks more like a mature man than a vibrant young man.

"It's really okay. This is what I should do, and I do it willingly. Your survival is more important than anything else in this world, isn't it?"

Mu Xitong smiled and said, "Yes, you can stay with me for this time and help me survive. But what about after that?"

"What do you mean 'later'?"

“You still have your wife, your senior sister, your master… and Ran Xinxue, so many people. Are you really going to waste all your energy on someone like me who is on the verge of death again and again?”

"Xitong..."

This time, the woman didn't insist on using the word "sister," but said it softly.

"As you can see, I'm in a hopeless situation. Even if this spiritual spring does have some miraculous properties and has kept me from dying so quickly, it's only a temporary effect. It might keep recurring. Are you going to put your whole life on my shoulders, Wei Tu?"

Wei Tu looked at Mu Xitong and took a deep breath.

But at this moment, Mu Xitong sat up slightly and kissed the boy's lips, making him swallow back the words he wanted to say.

It was getting late.

The setting sun shone on her dark hair.

Her smile is the most beautiful sight.

"I don't want to wither away beside you, nor do I want you to see me die helplessly, that would be so ugly."

"How could he die...?"

"Wei Tu, so...can you leave me here?"

Wei Tu looked at her and shook his head. "No, I promised to take you back, to take you back safely."

Mu Xitong shook her head. "You know that's impossible. We all need to learn to face the end of life with equanimity, don't we? I've thought about it very clearly these past few days. If the ending is that you brought me here, that's enough. I will stay here until the end of my life. This is the place I dreamed of to die, and I think it's good."

"But……"

The woman reached out and put her arms around the boy's neck, smiling as she drew closer to his face.

The wet body had begun to touch the boy's chest.

She laughed.

"So before that, let me give you what I haven't given you yet... and then you can go back safely, okay?"

"I……"

Mu Xitong's words were soft and gentle, her eyes filled with determination, tenderness, and a calmness as still as water.

"Promise me, Tu'er, may I call you that?" PS: A really frustrating situation. This chapter was supposed to be posted last night, but because of the heavy snow in Hunan, our neighborhood lost power. Damn, and because of the snow, we couldn't even get out the door; cars were sliding down slopes. I slept all night, and the power didn't come back on until after 5 AM today, so I can only post it now. Okay, there will be another chapter today~ My cold is completely gone, and updates will be more consistent~

Volume Five: Intending to Buy Osmanthus Flowers and Share Wine

72. You must remember me.

Perhaps there really is a kind of despair, which is when you have clearly done everything, whether it is within your power or beyond your ability to continue, you have done it all.

But that still couldn't change the outcome.

This seems to be the situation at this moment.

Wei Tu still wanted to try something more, but it seemed he couldn't explain it no matter what.

He sighed.

"Xitong".

Mu Xitong smiled gently as she looked at the boy.

"Still want to persuade me? But I think the person who should be persuading you now isn't me, it's you. Sometimes we need to be more open-minded, and when faced with things we can only let go of, we should let go decisively. You've tried your best, you've done everything you could, so don't be sad, okay?"

In the ripples of the spiritual spring.

Wei Tu slowly released his hands and said softly.

“I never had a chance to salvage everything; I watched important people leave my life one by one.”

Mu Xitong didn't ask who it was. Although Wei Tu seemed to be talking about something unrelated to him, Mu Xitong could roughly guess that it was a secret that Wei Tu kept to himself.

He looked up at the sky, which was obscured by tall, dense trees. It was already dusk, and it seemed that even dusk was about to end and night was about to fall.

“I thought that if I could do it all over again, I would be more farsighted, I would be able to handle everything, I would be able to avoid all the losses, and I could save everything.”

Mu Xitong's hair fell down, the ends of which seemed to have been moistened by the spiritual spring.

She said softly, "No one can solve everything. Even if you can't, don't feel guilty. You've already done your best. We all know that... You either don't do anything at all, or you do your best. No one will blame you."

Wei Tu smiled, a smile that made Mu Xitong feel sorry for him, a smile that had never appeared on his face before, as if he was willing but powerless.

He knew that no one would understand how he felt at that moment.

He said, "Originally, we had no connection, but now we do."

Mu Xitong seemed to understand something and asked softly, "If it happened again, would you still want to have anything to do with me?"

Wei Tu laughed, "Of course, no matter how many times I come here, I will get to know you, I will call you System Sister, I will accompany you to refine medicine in that place called Medicine King Pavilion, and wait with you until autumn to see the maple trees turn red."

The woman took the boy's hand and placed his palm against her face.

"I have your words to say, that's enough. Nothing else really matters."

"You'll still feel resentful and regretful, won't you?"

Wei Tu's fingers gently caressed her face. Her face was still so delicate, as if the final backlash from the Medicine Spirit Body had not taken away her beauty.

Mu Xitong turned her face slightly to the side, seemingly rubbing her cheek against the boy's palm.

"Of course I'll feel regret... Saying so much about letting go was just to comfort you, and to comfort myself. But we both know that no one can truly deceive anyone else, especially in this matter..."

Mu Xitong closed her eyes slightly.

"Think about it, there are still so many things left undone... I haven't seen you become the number one in the Immortal Continent, I haven't seen your child with Su Mi born, I haven't heard him call me godmother. I haven't seen you unload all your burdens and live a free and unrestrained life. I haven't even smoothed the furrows on your brow yet..."

"Tu'er. You can imagine how regretful I am... but it seems this is the only way. In this world, some people are lucky enough to escape death, while others die for no reason. The lucky ones should be grateful, while the unlucky ones have no right to complain."

"So... after you leave here with the little fox, you must live well, cherish every day, don't worry about me too much, be happy and joyful."

She tilted her head back.

With eyes closed.

Tears slid down her cheeks and fell into the sacred spring.

"If my good fortune in this life ends here, then I hope that all of it will be used to bless you. Take good care of yourself, you must take good care of yourself."

Wei Tu could no longer hold back and reached out to hug Mu Xitong in front of him.

Mu Xitong was only stunned for a moment before she hugged Wei Tu back with even greater force.

She seemed more frantic than ever before.

She reached out and pressed Wei Tu down into the shallow spiritual spring. The water was only up to Wei Tu's ears, and his clothes were soaked.

As Mu Xitong stood up, she kicked up a spray of water, her wet skirt clinging to her fair and slender thighs.

The woman's clothes were damp, and her slender curves were faintly visible.

Without a word, she got up and sat on Wei Tu's waist. The woman who bent down looked more valiant than anyone else.

She gripped the boy's clothes tightly, crawled onto Wei Tu's body, and pressed her full breasts against the boy's broad chest.

It was as if they were clinging to the obsession of one last moment of joy before the end of the world.

In the midst of the grief before leaving, let loose in a final act of indulgence.

A passionate kiss, accompanied by splashes of water.

The other person's tongue was teasing him wildly, and under such stirring, the boy gave up on making any unquestionable thoughts.

He reached out and embraced the woman's slender, soft waist.

They began to respond to each other's kisses, their intense breaths exchanging beneath the mist of the spiritual spring.

Unconsciously, as if only to cooperate with the passionate kiss, the woman caressed the boy's chest, while Wei Tu's left hand moved down her leg, while his right hand climbed to the peak.