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Chapter 161: Love Letter
After a few more minutes, Lin Nan arrived with a gloomy expression, equipped as if he intended to accompany Lian Yun.
Although Grandma did not say anything, her eyes conveyed a warning.
Lian Yun did not address the tension directly but smiled slightly and said, "Uncle, could you give me some spirit liquid? I need it for my cultivation or to exchange for some short-term funds."
The Lin family feared that Lian Yun would hesitate to ask; once he spoke up, they would have no choice but to comply. Lin Nan immediately took several jars from his waist, and even Grandma handed over three jars.
Lin Nan's jars were a deep blue color, while Grandma's were milky white, seemingly of much higher quality. Without hesitation, Lian Yun tucked away more than ten bottles into his robes.
Just then, a train whizzed past in front of them.
Lian Yun turned to Grandma and Lin Nan, bowing respectfully as he said, "Grandma, Uncle, within three years, Yun'er will definitely return."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lian Yun's figure disappeared along with one of the train cars.
This left the three behind feeling reluctant, along with Ximen Qianlie who was caught in a dilemma. However, in the end, he boarded the last car of the train, his face twisted in anger as he stared intently at Grandma and Lin Nan.
Lin Nan attempted to pursue but found himself unable to move. Alongside his shock was an overwhelming sense of loss.
"Mother, if anything happens to Yun'er, how will I ever face my sister when I reach the underworld?"
"Yun'er will return; he will definitely come back." With that, Grandma turned away, an inexplicable aura of menace surrounding her.
Meanwhile, inside the train car, Lian Yun noticed that it was rather sparse. Out of nearly a hundred seats, there were barely four people and a ghost occupying the space—most seats were completely empty.
Basically, there were one or two people on each side, and sometimes three together. It was unclear whether they had just met or were companions traveling together.
Lian Yun did not pay much attention to them; instead, she found an empty seat and sat down. Carefully, she took out an envelope and opened it to reveal several lines of elegant handwriting.
"On the first day of the third month in the third year, at nine o'clock and nine minutes, I think of you constantly in my heart.
I once thought that if you wished for a leisurely life, I would still pay attention to your reputation. Little did I expect to be attacked, and fearing I might never see you again, I falsely claimed not to know you.
Today, seeing you safe and sound brings me great joy. However, not recognizing you is not meant to hinder your journey. Yet today’s encounter has allowed me to sense your feelings.
For this reason, I do not wish to ask how much sorrow you bear. From now on, even if I am not by your side, may you be well and remember me fondly.
Lastly, I do not hope for your return; rather, I wish that when you do return, you are still human."
That was the content of the letter—unsigned and without a name. But undoubtedly, it was a letter from Le Yan to Lian Yun.
Although she had suspected it before, seeing the letter made Lian Yun stand up in excitement.
For more than three years, she had not only been remembered but had also been thought of constantly.
During yesterday's competition, she allowed Xue Qiong to support her as a way to test her own feelings.
She had once considered that if she could not rise up and wanted to live an ordinary life, she would endure hardships alongside her ordinary self. The reason she pretended to forget herself after the assassination was simply out of fear of never seeing herself again.
Now that she saw herself doing well, she felt happier than anyone else. Yet she still chose not to acknowledge herself because she did not want to obstruct her own path.
It seemed that she did not want to hinder her journey to Yin Yang City.
In the second-to-last sentence, regardless of what troubles or grievances you may have in the future, whether I am by your side or not, no matter where you are, please remember me fondly.
The implication was clear: do not dwell on past sorrows; think of me as your hometown that you miss.
In the letter, Le Yan consistently referred to herself in a humble manner, indicating that she had privately pledged herself to Lian Yun. If Lian Yun agreed, it meant he had found a home and built a family of his own—a place to belong, where he could always return no matter where life took him.
And where Le Yan was, that was his place of belonging.
To be honest, up until this point, it could all be considered sweet talk, but the final sentence was akin to words from a virtuous wife.
She did not wish for him to return quickly; she only hoped that when he did come back, he would still be himself. This meant that his character should not change drastically into something bloodthirsty, and that he would return unharmed and healthy.
In short, no matter how long he was gone, she was willing to wait, as long as he returned whole in body and mind.
Truthfully, from their childhood days until now, Le Yan had devoted her entire being—her heart and soul—to Lian Yun. Even if Lian Yun were as unfeeling as stone or wood, this deep affection would melt him. Moreover, Lian Yun himself was someone who understood gratitude well.
At this moment, though he had not completely left the Land of Huaxia, his heart was already racing with anticipation. He just wanted to see Excellent Choice as soon as possible; he longed to hold Excellent Choice tightly in his arms.
"Hey~~~ What are you looking at so excitedly? Let me see too."
Lian Yun instinctively withdrew his hand when a foreign Spirit attempted to snatch away his letter. In an instant, a murderous intent surged forth, causing the air in the entire carriage to drop below freezing.
The others who had previously been indifferent turned their heads in curiosity.
There was not much fear, but a deep sense of apprehension.
If those heading to Evil Spirit City were all Desperados below the rank of kings, then those going to Yin Yang City were truly individuals who disregarded life and death.
However, although they did not fear death, they also did not wish to die recklessly. As a result, many quickly turned back, choosing to distance themselves from the matter.
Lian Yun stiffened slightly at the sight of the Spirit before him, then reluctantly left without showing much fear. It seemed he had long since seen through life and death; he only wanted to find something interesting to pass the time.
Although Lian Yun's killing intent was overwhelming, he restrained himself because he held the letter. Just as he was about to tuck it back into his pocket, he noticed there was a photograph inside the envelope.
At first, Lian Yun thought it would be a picture of Le Yan, but when he took it out, he found it was a photo of a little girl around seven or eight years old. Just one glance at the photo made Lian Yun's eyes widen in surprise.
Flipping the photo over, he saw elegant handwriting that read: "Although I have a good relationship with Meng Xue, I never intended to help her with this matter. However, upon seeing this photo, I recalled that you have mentioned this person several times before, so I agreed."
"This person's name is Yin Mengru, and she is Meng Xue's older sister. She went missing many years ago, and despite Meng Xue using every means possible, there has been no news or clues. Therefore, she suspects that Yin Mengru may have gone to Yin Yang City. You just need to pay a little attention; it would be best if you have news upon your return, but no news is also fine."
Here, Le Yan seemed somewhat 'infatuated,' yet she had devoted her entire life to thinking of Lian Yun. At this moment, she naturally did not want Lian Yun to engage in any unnecessary dangerous activities.
(End of Chapter)
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