That might be the state of my senior brother's life.
This moment was so brief that she couldn't be sure if it was just an illusion of hers. She asked in a forlorn tone:
"Senior brother, if you're there, could you come out to see me?"
A dead silence, not a sound in the air.
Luo Qingyao pressed her lips together, wiped her eyes, and turned to leave.
It wasn't until she disappeared that Fan Wubing showed himself. The peach blossoms piercing into the night sky also turned back.
In fact, the Peach Blossom Sword had already found its master. He had been standing right next to Luo Qingyao all along. It's just that Luo Qingyao couldn't see him.
The Peach Blossom Sword whirled around Fan Wubing excitedly, visibly delighted.
After twirling for quite a while, it finally stopped, the blade trembling, asking: Why don't you want to see her? She misses you very much.
Over these years, it had stayed by Luo Qingyao's side. Nobody understood her intentions better than it did.
