I Miss You So Much

The peach blossoms of Yaochi were blooming perfectly. A petal fell on Luo Qingxue's shoulder, and Qin Hao reached out to brush it away. As his fingers accidentally brushed against her cheek, Luo Qingxue's breath hitched for a moment.

At Jiang Yun's suggestion, Qin Hao took Luo Qingxue to the cliff on the east side of Yaochi. There stood an old pine tree, its trunk leaning out over the cliff face, its branches covered in red strings. Jiang Yun had told Qin Hao that this was Yaochi's marriage tree, where countless disciples had once made their wishes.

Qin Hao expanded his divine sense and carefully scanned the area. True enough, he found the red string tied there by his parents, Jiang Yun and Qin Wuya.

Qin Hao took a red string from his sleeve and handed it to Luo Qingxue. She took it, looking down and tracing the patterns on it, and asked softly:

"You actually believe in this?"

Leaning against the pine tree, Qin Hao let his gaze fall upon her and chuckled, "I didn't used to, but now I do."

Luo Qingxue blushed. She reached out to tie the red string to the branch closest to the cliff face, her fingers trembling slightly as she tried to knot it. Seeing this, Qin Hao quickly stepped forward, grasped her hands, and helped her pull the knot tight.

The moment their palms touched, Luo Qingxue felt her heartbeat grow so loud that it seemed to echo across the entire cliff.

"Qin Hao."

"Hmm?"

"What is your relationship with that person deep inside the Yaochi mystic realm?"

Qin Hao pursed his lips. When Luo Qingxue asked this question, he could sense that Liu Ruyan had simultaneously fixed her gaze upon him. If he didn't answer this well, it would be a deadly trap.

He coughed lightly, then answered with a serious expression:

"She is an indispensable person in my life."

Hearing his answer, Luo Qingxue's eyes dimmed a little. She looked down at the untied red string in her hands and at Qin Hao's hand still covering hers, the warmth of his palm seeping through her skin.

It was clearly warm, yet Luo Qingxue felt as if her heart had been seized by something, making it tight and hard to breathe.

An indispensable person in his life. Yes, that was a mighty existence capable of reversing time and space. Only a woman like that could stand shoulder to shoulder with someone like Qin Hao, and only she was qualified to be called indispensable.

Luo Qingxue's fingers curled slightly as a complex, sour emotion welled up in her heart.

Seeing this, the corners of Qin Hao's mouth curved up slightly. He took a step forward, gently pulled Luo Qingxue into his arms, and whispered, "Just like you, indispensable."

At these words, Luo Qingxue snapped her head up, her eyes filled with disbelief. She looked at Qin Hao, at his eyes that were exceptionally bright under the moonlight.

After a long moment, she finally spoke, "Liar! How long have we even known each other? How could my place in your heart ever compare to hers? You just know how to say pretty words to make people happy."

Although her mouth accused him of lying, her hand secretly gripped the hem of his clothes. The corners of her mouth rose uncontrollably, and her heart felt sweet. So, I am also an indispensable person to him.

The three days passed even faster than imagined.

During these three days, Qin Hao took Luo Qingxue to the Yaochi market. For the first time, she learned that candied hawthorn could be so sweet, and that the sound of wind chimes blowing in the breeze could be so melodious.

Qin Hao bought her many things. Her arms were so full she stumbled slightly as she walked. She kept saying it was enough, but her eyes were curved into happy crescents.

Only later did she realize that it wasn't the candied hawthorn that was so sweet, nor the wind chimes that were so melodious, nor the trinkets that were so precious. It was all because Qin Hao, the person she wanted to protect, was the one taking her to experience them. That was why everything felt so wonderful.

On the third day, the entirety of Yaochi suddenly began to shake violently. The tremors were massive, causing the Three Realms and Nine Heavens to tremble along with it.

In the Yaochi mystic realm, Liu Ruyan's figure became increasingly solid. Previously, the pressure of a mere phantom projection was enough to keep Holy Lord-level experts from lifting their heads. But now, what transmitted from behind the spatial rift was the aura of her true body descending.

Within the rift, a figure slowly emerged. As she took a step out, every sound in the world vanished.

The wind stopped, the water stilled, and even the thousand-year blooming flowers in Yaochi froze, as if they dared not bloom wantonly before this entity.

Liu Ruyan simply stood in mid-air. No magical artifacts held her up, and no spiritual light wreathed her body. Yet, just standing there, she made the entire world feel like a mere backdrop to her presence.

For the first time, Luo Qingxue and the others saw Liu Ruyan's face clearly. In that instant, Luo Qingxue finally understood the saying, having seen the vast ocean, no other water will do; except for the clouds of Mount Wu, no other clouds compare.

It was a face that could make time itself pale in comparison. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, naturally dark without paint. Her eyes were like autumn water and frozen frost, charming even when unsmiling.

Her eyelashes were very long, casting a cold shadow under her eyes when she looked down. But when she raised her eyes, it was as if an entire galaxy was hidden within them, so profound that no one dared to look directly into them.

Liu Ruyan's beauty was not the kind that made people want to get close; it was the kind that made people only dare to look up from afar. Just like gazing at the moon in the sky, you know it is there, you know it is beautiful, but you can never reach it.

But the next second, everyone was stunned. The peerlessly beautiful woman standing between heaven and earth, the supreme existence whose overwhelming aura made the Three Realms tremble, suddenly dove down from mid-air like a swallow returning to its nest.

White clothes fluttering, long hair like a waterfall.

Liu Ruyan passed through the frozen sea of flowers, bringing a fierce wind that shattered the petals into a sky full of floral rain. Her speed was so fast that even the Holy Lords could not trace her trajectory, but the moment she landed, she was as light as a feather.

She threw herself into Qin Hao's arms, wrapping her hands around his waist and burying her face in his chest. She held him tightly, fiercely, as if trying to knead herself into his body.

"Husband~ I missed you so, so much!"

Her voice came from his chest, carrying a hint of grievance and trembling that even she didn't notice: "So, so much."

Qin Hao looked down at the woman in his arms. Her shoulders were shaking slightly, her fingers tightly clutching his back. She was fiercely and greedily soaking up his warmth.

Qin Hao's heart softened, and he hugged her tightly:

"Ruyan, you've worked hard. You must have a lot to tell me. Don't rush, I'm right here listening."

The surrounding mighty figures who had rushed over upon hearing the news, including Qin Wuya, were all left dumbfounded. Wait, was this still the legendary, decisive Fairy Miejue who had slaughtered her way through an entire foreign realm all by herself? This was completely the look of a little lovesick woman.