novelaction Chapter 1058: The Silent One
Chapter 1058: The Silent One
Even the breeze seemed to sense this sadness.
A cool breeze swept through the courtyard.
A single, glistening tear was gently lifted by the wind.
It landed squarely on Jiang Yantian's cold cheek on the soft couch.
Ok?
The cool, slightly salty sensation instantly stimulated Jiang Yantian's skin nerves.
"What the hell?"
Although he didn't open his eyes, he could still see everything clearly.
Damn it, Ling Ruowei must think I'm dead.
There was no breath left.
The key point is that she actually shed tears.
Given the current atmosphere, it would be a disservice to her sentimentality if I didn't die for her.
Do I have to die?
Now that she's dead, will she come looking for him again later?
No no no.
Jiang Yantian was somewhat conflicted.
If I wake up now, it won't be awkward.
Forget it, let's just keep pretending for now!
The melodious music, tinged with endless melancholy, finally faded away with its last note.
The lingering melody, like a long sigh, dissipates in the silent wind.
Ling Ruowei slowly withdrew her slender fingers.
The coolness of the strings still lingered on my fingertips.
She raised her tear-filled, glassy eyes and looked at the figure on the soft couch that had completely lost its "life".
She saw the clear streaks of tears on his cheek as the wind blew past.
The bitterness and emptiness in my heart reached their peak.
Having cultivated alone for so long, I have never encountered anything like this before.
She stood up gently, her skirt fluttering slightly in the wind.
His figure appeared exceptionally lonely.
Jiang Yantian could even smell the cool, delicate fragrance emanating from her.
Are you going to pick him up and bury him?
How did I fall asleep just now?
Blanch!
There are still many things to do.
Jiang Yantian pondered.
"Or perhaps he could suddenly open his eyes and say, 'I've actually been reborn! In this life, I won't repeat the same mistakes?'"
However, the imagined act of "picking him up" did not come to pass.
Instead, they heard Ling Ruowei's melodious voice.
Jiang Yantian could see that she had simply changed her position.
He sat on his other side.
He didn't say a word, he just sat there silently.
Watching the winds rise and the clouds surge, the petals dance in the air.
...at the same time.
Outside the lake, amidst blooming flowers, on the hillside.
The enormous ancient tree, with its gnarled and intertwined branches, stands like a silent guardian.
Atop the tree canopy, a man in a blue robe sat quietly cross-legged.
The wind ruffled his clothes, but it couldn't smooth away the melancholy that had settled between his brows.
His face was resolute, with features as sharp as if carved by a knife and axe.
It exudes a kind of resilience that has withstood the test of time.
He has a nose and eyes.
But at this moment, those deep, cold eyes were filled with an unyielding sorrow.
His gaze pierced through the hazy mist, fixed intently on the island in the heart of the lake, shrouded in a shower of flowers and sorrow.
Just now, he heard the sound of a zither drifting on the wind.
Every note was like a cold needle, piercing his heart with precision.
“Fairy Lingyin…” Su Chengfeng murmured, his voice hoarse.
He knew her piano playing all too well.
In the past, whenever she played the zither, Su Chengfeng would listen from afar.
That ethereal and clear celestial music was the only light on his long and lonely path of cultivation.
And the second half of what just happened.
That plaintive, heart-wrenching sorrow and melancholy, penetrating to the very marrow of one's bones.
Is it the grief she cannot dispel from her heart?
The music comes from the heart; if she were not in deep pain, her piano playing would never have sounded so desolate and heartbroken!
"In the end what happened?"
He doesn't understand.
What could have caused this aloof, ethereal fairy to reveal such profound sorrow?
Did it touch upon a frozen secret in my heart?
Or did they encounter an unbearable change?
A powerful impulse surged within him, like magma!
He can't keep watching from afar like this!
He wanted to go to her side!
Even just a glimpse from afar.
Even if it's just standing quietly where she can sense it.
Be a silent listener who won't disturb her!
During her most vulnerable and saddest moment.
Perhaps... perhaps that's the moment when a crack appears in that layer of ice!
Let's go!
Su Chengfeng suddenly stood up.
Its body gracefully descended from the treetop several meters high, landing silently.
He is not an impulsive person.
He was well aware of the taboos and power of the Fairy of Spirit Sound.
He stood by the lake, choosing not to fly directly over it.
That would be considered a provocation by the fairy.
This will inevitably invite her merciless and mysterious attacks.
He had seen this a long time ago.
The name of Fairy Lingyin makes many people want to see her beautiful face.
But very few can actually be seen.
Those who tried to force their way in were all defeated.
He had only met her once by chance, from afar.
That one sight was breathtaking, and I was completely captivated.
He walked to an inconspicuous corner by the lake.
From the grass, a very simple little raft, barely big enough for one person to stand on, was pulled out.
He crafted this himself from driftwood from the lakeside.
Unpretentious.
It also represents his sincerity.
Step onto the raft.
No breath was used to activate it.
He simply picked up an equally simple bamboo pole.
A gentle touch to the shore.
Wow!
The raft glided silently into the tranquil lake.
Ripples spread out in circles.
He held the bamboo pole, just like any ordinary fisherman.
We slowly rowed towards the island in the middle of the lake.
The almost devout persistence in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
This wasn't the first time he had crossed the lake like this.
In the long, unknown years.
This small wooden raft carried his humble and secret thoughts.
He remembered the rise and fall of every flower garden on the island.
I've seen her aloof profile from afar as she occasionally lingers among the flowers.
He was not qualified to set foot on the island, much less dare to meet them rashly.
So he came up with a clumsy but long-lasting method.
Sending flower seeds.
The fairy loved planting flowers, hence the name of the Flower-Filled Heavenly Lake.
For the sake of this rare flower seed, he worked tirelessly day and night, risking his life, all to prove...!
Every time he came near this island, he would simply moor his raft at the edge of the island.
Then we walked into that pavilion.
He never went deep into the area.
They carefully wrapped the flower seeds.
It was placed on the stone table in the pavilion.
He thought to himself, "The fairy loves flowers more than anything."
He often sends these seeds; perhaps... perhaps she won't find it too presumptuous?
Over time, this will become a habit.
The power of habit is immense.
One day, he didn't appear for a very long time for some reason, and the stone table was empty.
Did she have even a hint of doubt?
Are you curious about where the person who quietly delivered the flower seeds went?
If only then... if only then he carried the scars of a bloody battle.
He was also dragging his heavily injured body.
Yet they still carefully protected a rare and exquisitely beautiful plant.
It's even possible that the peerless flower he risked his life to snatch from the lair of an ancient ferocious beast has reappeared in that pavilion!
Will she... be moved?
Would I... do it for that flower?
Or perhaps, driven by that unwavering conviction, one should step out from the depths of those blooming flowers and take a look at oneself?
If that were the case, he could lean weakly against the pavilion pillar.
He casually told her, "It's alright... it's just that... in search of this flower... I spent several days dealing with an ancient ferocious beast..."
How could this not move her to tears?
Su Chengfeng's gaze fell upon the faint outline of the pavilion deep within the island.
With that scene in mind that might never come true, his eyes became even more determined.
The raft broke through the calm lake water, carrying him and his silent waiting.
Slowly sailing towards that fairy island shrouded in sorrow.
"Fairy, I've arrived..."