Volume 2: The Ripples Begin Chapter 47: Longing for Each Other

  She did see the worried expressions of her family members, but she just couldn't muster up the energy to explain everything to them, nor did she know how to explain it, so she gave them a very forced smile and then retreated back into the small courtyard alone.

  The sunset was gorgeous, and the early summer evening breeze blew gently. Yun Qing sat on the high platform, stroking the ancient zither over and over again, but she couldn't calm down, and finally the music stopped abruptly with a piercing sound of the zither.

  "Ah!" A long sigh, Yun Qingran put away the guqin, got down from the high platform, and came to a rocking chair on one side. The wind was still gently blowing, the rocking chair swayed slightly, and Yun Qingran sat quietly on it, staring blankly.

  "Master, Ballball will accompany you." Feeling Yun Qingran's intense emotional fluctuations, Ballball woke up and climbed out of Yun Qingran's pocket to hang on his hair.

  Looking at the pitiful and teary-eyed Ball, Yun Qing felt a little better in her heart, and that inexplicable irritability also calmed down a bit.

  In this way, the ball quietly accompanied Yun Qingran to watch the dawn on the horizon fade away, and changed into a deep night sky like black velvet, with a few diamonds shining, set off against the bright moon. Who was the person sitting in the back of the car? Yun Qingran, who had been quietly gazing up at the stars, suddenly sat up straight. It was him, it must be him. From this morning, she had a feeling that he was getting closer and closer to her. But... damn it, why hadn't she thought of it?

  Yun Qingran irritably shook her head, he actually found her but didn't come to see her. If not for her cultivation being insufficient, she could only vaguely sense his location, unless they met in person, even if the two were separated by a wall, she wouldn't know where he was. Otherwise, she would have gone out to find him long ago.

  As the night deepened, the crescent moon climbed high into the starry sky. The chill in the air grew heavier, and the clouds drifted by without a sound, but the unease in my heart didn't dissipate with the cold dew, instead, it brought forth the thoughts that had been deeply buried within me.

  It's been over five years since she became a fetus and was born, not counting the time as a spiritual body. For such a long time, she had buried her thoughts deeply in the deepest part of her heart, not daring to touch them, fearing that the intense longing would consume her. Is it raining? Yun Qing felt a chill on her hand, and under the bright moonlight, her hand was covered with sparkling droplets. How long had it been since she forgot how to cry, but now...

  "Xuan! Where are you?" Yun Qingran stared blankly at the tears on her hand, with a crystal tear still hanging on her face, and murmured.

  "Stupid girl!" A soft voice like a sigh echoed in Yun Qingran's ear, and Yun Qingran was taken aback. Was it an illusion born of excessive longing?

  "Haha, really silly!" But then another identical voice sounded, followed by a warm hug, tight and with a faint familiar rose scent.

  "Wow!" Yun Qingyan dared to guarantee that in her two lifetimes, she had never cried so miserably before. Tears and snot were all over the shirt. It was him, really him, Xuan, her beloved Xuan.

  The boy wearing a British-style shirt, with his slightly long bangs covering his eyes. His beautiful phoenix eyes were filled with doting, joy and heartache at this moment, his strong hands tightly embracing the little person in front of him, his thin lips as beautiful as cherry blossoms lightly kissing the forehead of the person in front of him.

  After a long time, Yun Qingran finally stopped her pouring tears, but she was still sobbing softly from time to time.

  "Xuān!" Yún Qīng Rán sǎ jiāo dào, zuò zài yè níng xuān tuǐ shàng, duǎn duǎn de shuāng bì jǐn jǐn huán zhe tā de yāo yǎng tóu, xì zhì de dǎ liàng zhe tā, dū zhe zuǐ wèn: "xià wǔ nà chē zi lǐ shì fǒu nǐ?"

  Translation:

  "Xuan!" Yun Qingran said with a smile, sitting on Yening Xuan's leg, her short arms tightly wrapped around his waist, looking up at him with her head tilted back, pouting and asking: "Was that you in the car this afternoon?"

  Although it was just a simple white shirt and jeans, the 14 or 15-year-old boy in front of him was dazzling like a banished immortal. The pink corners of his mouth were curved into an intoxicating arc, his pale face had a flush of excitement, and his shiny black eyes sparkled with joy. Seeing him again, he already had the makings of a handsome appearance, but looked relatively immature, yet that banished immortal-like aura was even more pronounced.

  "Yes." Ye Ningxuan also gazed greedily at the person in front of him, he had been expecting to see her again since he returned to this world, for more than twelve years, from when they were both fetuses. At that time she was much younger than when they first met, looking like a six or seven year old, but he knew she was only about to turn five, just like him, growing up faster than normal.

  She was even more stunning than before, and she no longer had to hide her breathtaking beauty, for he now had the ability to protect her.

  "So why don't you come out to see me?" Yun Qingran gazed at Ye Ningxuan with misty eyes, her fierce tone sounding more like she was pouting, making his heart feel a pang of tenderness.

  "Because I wanted to surprise you tonight." Ye Ningxuan smiled and gently rubbed Yun Qingran's soft black hair: "This afternoon, the time I could stay outside was too short. In order not to disturb your heart, I could only watch you from afar until the moment you left your seat. Who knew that you would actually be able to sense my presence?"

  Cloud gently stared at him, her small white hand pinched his waist: "Who allowed you to leave, I just went downstairs and you were gone."

  "Alright, my mistake." Ye Ningxuan's gaze was indulgent: "I should have come to see you as soon as I found you."

  Listening to Yening Xuan's gentle hum, Yun Qing buried her head in Yening Xuan's arms and quietly savored this warm moment. The two held each other tightly, as if they had returned to the time when they relied on each other for survival. As long as they were by each other's side, no matter how difficult or painful it was, they could persevere.

  Ye Ningxuan buried his head deep in Yun Qingran's hair, deeply inhaling the increasingly rich and refreshing fragrance. His passionate heart skipped a beat, and the rose scent on him became even more mellow. Unbeknownst to them, the warm atmosphere had subtly turned ambiguous.

  “Xuān……” They held each other for a long time, Yun Qingran suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not right. Just as she raised her head, a warm finger landed on her lips. Ye Ningxuan lowered his head and gently kissed Yun Qingran's lips through her slender fingers, then moved his pale pink lips to her ear, his cool lips lightly touching her earlobe. His originally gentle smile suddenly turned into three parts passion, three parts evil spirit, adding a touch of seduction to the immortal, with an extreme temptation:

  "Gently, baby... call me Brother Xuan gently like you used to... until you grow up... that word will remind me of you... I want to hear it from you..." The soft breathing was a bit heavy, and the gentle voice would make his heart involuntarily produce fantasies. Perhaps with a mature soul, this life's body had matured much earlier than before, holding the person he loved dearly made him unable to control himself, and only using terms of endearment could remind him of himself."

  Although it wasn't said, Yun Qingran already knew what he had swallowed. Although she was often teased like this before, Yun Qingran's face was still flushed red, and she glared at Ye Ningxuan with a look of embarrassment, burying her head in his chest, not daring to look at his enchanting appearance, muttering softly: "Scoundrel."

  "Baby, what do you call me?" Ye Ningxuan's narrow and long eyes slightly narrowed, the evil aura on his body became even stronger, with seven parts of evil charm, three parts of transcending the mundane, and a hint of laziness. His voice was seductive and gentle, with a slight upward curve, making Yun Qingran sense a hint of danger and conspiracy, as well as a bit of expectation.

  Digression

  Is it too evil for two people to play ambiguous games at such a young age?