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Li Rong returned to her chamber, still savoring the conversation she had just had with Ming Yue. Had she truly let go? Or was she merely pretending to be magnanimous?
"Supreme Deity, what are you thinking about?" Qin Ze entered with a plate of celestial fruits and noticed Li Rong's distracted expression, feeling a bit concerned.
"Nothing," Li Rong snapped back to reality, took the fruits, and bit into one. "I was just thinking about the Young Emperor..."
"What about him?" Qin Ze asked curiously.
"Nothing," Li Rong shook her head, unwilling to elaborate. There were some things she couldn't confirm yet, and she didn't want Qin Ze to worry unnecessarily.
"By the way, keep this safe," Li Rong said, pulling out an exquisite wooden box from her sleeve and handing it to Qin Ze. "This is..."
Li Rong suddenly paused, her gaze fixed on the wooden box, her expression becoming complex.
This box was something she had given to Ming Yue during her time in the mortal realm; it contained a wooden kite that she had carved herself. Back then, Ming Yue was a naive and carefree boy who cherished that kite and took it everywhere he went.
"Supreme Deity?" Qin Ze called softly as he noticed Li Rong's unusual demeanor.
Li Rong came back to herself, took a deep breath, and pushed the box toward Qin Ze. "It's nothing; just keep it safe."
Qin Ze was puzzled but obediently accepted the box.
Li Rong looked at Qin Ze, hesitating to speak. She wanted to ask if Qin Ze remembered what had happened in the mortal realm all those years ago, but the words caught in her throat.
"You can go now; I'm tired and want to rest for a while," Li Rong waved her hand, signaling for Qin Ze to leave.
Qin Ze bowed and turned to leave the palace.
Li Rong sat alone by the window, gazing at the clouds in the sky, lost in thought.
Years ago, she descended to the mortal realm, using the name A Li, to experience life among humans. By chance, she encountered a young Ming Yue, who was still a child at that time.
Back then, Ming Yue was an innocent boy, full of curiosity about everything. Li Rong was captivated by his pure and radiant smile, and unable to resist her playful nature, she used her celestial powers to tease him a bit.
When Li Rong's training period came to an end, she had to leave the mortal realm and return to the heavenly court. Before departing, she gifted Ming Yue a wooden kite that she had carved herself, hoping he would always remember this beautiful memory.
After returning to the heavenly court, Li Rong buried this experience deep within her memories and never spoke of it again.
"A Li..."
A clear and youthful voice rang in Li Rong's ears, pulling her back to reality.
Li Rong turned around abruptly and saw a familiar figure standing behind her—it was none other than Ming Yue.
"What are you doing here?" Li Rong asked in surprise.
Ming Yue did not respond; he simply walked up to her, his gaze intense as he slowly extended his hand, revealing a familiar wooden kite resting in his palm.
Li Rong looked at the wooden kite, her eyes becoming misty.
"Do you remember it?" Ming Yue's voice was slightly hoarse, carrying an almost imperceptible tremor.
Li Rong nodded and reached out to take the wooden kite. Her fingertips gently traced the patterns on it, as if she were caressing a long-buried memory.
Li Rong shuddered, suddenly lifting her head to meet Ming Yue's deep gaze.
In his eyes, there was no blame, no anger, only endless tenderness and affection.
"I..." Li Rong opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.
Ming Yue interrupted her, "I have always remembered you, the one who accompanied me during my happiest times, A Li."
Li Rong could no longer control her emotions, tears streaming down her face.
"I'm sorry..."
"Fool, why are you saying sorry?" Ming Yue gently wiped away her tears and pulled her into his embrace. "It's enough that you're back, just being back is enough..."
Li Rong held Ming Yue tightly, feeling his warmth and breath, as if she wanted to pour all the longing of hundreds of years into this embrace.
The sunlight outside streamed through the window, casting a golden glow over the two of them, as if witnessing this love that transcended time and identity.
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