Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

An Ming was startled by the sound of the gate collapsing. He subconsciously reached for the long sword beside the table, wondering if there was an assassin.

But when he saw the beautiful figure in front of the gate that he hadn't seen for a long time, his heartbeat stopped for a moment.

"Senior sister...?"

Is it a dream?

An Ming hesitated whether to knock down the tree to test whether he was still dreaming. How could Fu Xuan suddenly appear in front of him like this?

"What... did you call me?"

"Senior sister?"

After An Ming finished speaking, he felt the coldness from the beautiful eyes. The Dharma eyes on the forehead that he had never seen before exuded a cold breath.

Fu Xuan's temperament has changed greatly from what he remembered. The girl in front of him already has the aura of a fortune teller and has powerful energy in her body.

"Xuan'er."

"Yeah."

Fu Xuan responded softly, staring at An Ming infatuatedly.

Four years, for the immortals, is such a short moment, why does it feel so long?

It's like going through an Amber Age.

An Ming brought tea from the house, and when he brought it, he smelled a little bit of alcohol from Fu Xuan's red lips, and couldn't help but be a little surprised, "Did you drink?"

"No..." Fu Xuan's slightly red jade neck betrayed her state, and her cherry pink eyes drooped slightly, "You, haven't changed much."

In fact, there are some, such as a more mature temperament, and a little height increase, but in Fu Xuan's eyes, An Ming is still the same An Ming.

"Do you hate me?"

Fu Xuan gently placed her hands on An Ming's chest and murmured, "I don't have the courage to come to you, but... I miss you every day."

Those thoughts almost made Fu Xuan collapse. She couldn't control her thoughts of An Ming, and she couldn't deceive her heart at all.

When the patrolling cloud riders passed by on the street, Fu Xuan couldn't help but stop and observe, hoping to see An Ming among them.

When she was clumsily making tea, she could always see An Ming telling her with gentle eyes which herbs to put in at this time, and teaching her how to make tea.

Everything always reminded her of the past with An Ming, and she couldn't forget it...how could she forget it!

"Xuan'er."

An Ming half squatted down and looked directly into Fu Xuan's beautiful eyes, which were now stained with pity tears, and the Dharma eyes on his forehead also lost their coldness at this moment.

"I don't hate you."

"I love you."

He stretched out his hand and gently wiped away Fu Xuan's tears, feeling a little distressed, "I will always wait for you here, as long as you are willing, you can come anytime."

Fu Xuan's small nose twitched slightly, and he asked with a little crying sound, puzzled: "Are you stupid? Why are you so good to me?"

"Because it's you."

"Woo..."

Fu Xuan cried even louder, hugged An Ming tightly and didn't want to let go, crying like a child.

The most intimate behavior is not holding hands or kissing, but shedding tears in front of the one you love.

The peach tree is still in full bloom, An Ming has not changed, and she has not changed either.

Some feelings will not fade with the passage of time, but are more like a jar of old wine, which is more memorable.

The two people under the tree seemed to have returned to the good old days, but their relationship was no longer that simple of a senior sister and a junior brother.

"An Ming, I actually know," Fu Xuan leaned into An Ming's arms and murmured, "I can't live without you."

There is only one path to destiny. If her future does not have An Ming, then it will no longer be her destiny.

"Have you heard of destiny?"

Fu Xuan blinked his crystal-like eyes and smiled gently.

An Ming pondered for a moment and replied, "Is the future that Master talked about destined?"

"Maybe."

Fu Xuan smiled and said, "I am your 'destiny'."

If she hadn't met An Ming, Fu Xuan would never believe that there would be something that could transcend fate. She would follow the guidance of the hexagram and move towards the destined future step by step.

But after meeting An Ming, everything became different.

Love can know each other and depend on each other for life.

But it has to be left to fate.

Even if the future has been destined, Fu Xuan will use her way to reach that happy ending.

"You are my life."

It's everything.

It's an important person who is more important than life and cannot be lost.

It's the love that must be embraced across fate.

This is the real destiny.

Fu Xuan closed her eyes and shyly asked An Ming for a kiss. After waiting for a long time, what she got was the steaming sweet tea. The familiar smell made her eyes red.

"Dead blockhead, rotten straight man, bad An Ming...!" Fu Xuan burst into laughter, took the sweet tea and drank it in one gulp, whispering: "I want more."

"As many cups as you want."

An Ming smiled and rubbed Fu Xuan's head,"It's not good to drink. If you feel dizzy, go to the inner room to rest first."

Fu Xuan hugged his arm and shook her head, "No."

Even if it was just for a second, she didn't want to take her eyes off An Ming. Such precious time should be cherished.

"Master Taibu."

"Um..."

Fu Xuan blinked aggrievedly and corrected: "It's Sister Xuan'er!"

Becoming Taibu was just to see the future with An Ming clearly, and it was the only reason.

"Okay, okay, Sister Xuan'er, go to rest first, okay?" An Ming used the tone of coaxing a child to pick Fu Xuan up from the recliner like a princess, and kissed her rosy lips gently.

Fu Xuan wrapped his arms around An Ming's neck with satisfaction and smiled: "Then, I want you to accompany me."

"Okay."

An Ming put Fu Xuan between the beds and touched her still hot forehead. I don't know how much wine she drank to get so hot.

If nothing unexpected happens, this should be Fu Xuan's first time drinking. In a sense, he is surprisingly brave.

But no matter what, An Ming was still happy to see Fu Xuan again.

When An Ming returned to the house with the teapot, Fu Xuan had already fallen asleep with the quilt in her arms, her small chest heaving slightly, and a relieved smile on her lips.

"Xuan'er?"

An Ming called softly but still failed to wake Fu Xuan, so he was relieved that he would not disturb her rest. He sat carefully on the bed and stretched out his hand to pinch her soft cheek.

"Don't go..." Fu Xuan said in a daze in the dream, turned around and hugged An Ming's arm, "Don't leave me."

"Yeah, I won't leave."

An Ming smoothed Fu Xuan's messy hair and looked at her sleeping face quietly.

Even if Fu Xuan kicked him, beat him and scolded him, he would never leave, for no special reason, just because of love.

An Ming looked at the peach tree outside the window. For some reason, he always felt that the petals were brighter this year.

Pink, just like Fu Xuan's shy cheeks, very cute.