The Most Beautiful Tears

The Most Beautiful Tears . . .

The onlookers couldn't help but fix their gaze upon Qing'er and Qin Wentian. Their connection was undeniable, yet there was also a palpable sense of distance between them. After all, most in the crowd were aware that Qin Wentian's heart belonged to none other than Mo Qingcheng, the Holy Maiden of the Medicine Sovereign Valley.

However, what truly left them in awe and confusion was the maiden's apparent familiarity with those who descended from the immortal palace. The mysterious air surrounding her only deepened the intrigue. Who was she, and what was her true identity?

Among the crowd, there were also members of the Royal Sacred Sect who recognized Qing'er. She was none other than the maiden who had once confronted them, a memory they couldn't easily forget. Her cool and composed demeanor brought to mind the chilling words she had spoken that day, and a shiver ran down their spines at the recollection.

Could those have been more than mere words of arrogance?

The thought crossed their minds that if this enigmatic maiden truly decided to bring the Royal Sacred Sect to its knees, she might succeed effortlessly.

As they mulled over this, the gazes they cast upon Qin Wentian became more complex. What was it about this young man that drew such extraordinary women to his side? Mo Qingcheng from the Medicine Sovereign Valley, Lin Xian'er of the Celestial Maiden Sect, and now this mysterious Qing'er, who appeared as though she hailed from the immortal realms.

"Princess Qing'er, it's time for us to depart," Dongsheng Ting's voice broke the silence. Qing'er didn't turn to acknowledge him. Her captivating eyes remained fixed on Qin Wentian as she softly murmured, "I will..."

In that very instant, a breeze swept by, and another breathtaking silhouette materialized beside Qin Wentian. The crowd, already stunned, watched in dumbfounded amazement.

With these three exceptional maidens now standing by Qin Wentian's side, it was impossible for anyone to divert their gaze. The eyes that locked onto Qin Wentian were filled with a complex mixture of envy and jealousy.

Even someone as accomplished as Dongsheng Ting couldn't help but be entranced by the beauty of these three maidens. He cast a deep and lingering glance at Qin Wentian.

As for Zai Xuan, he was completely numbed by the shock of the moment.

Qing'er exuded an otherworldly aura, resembling a snow lotus in full bloom. Mo Qingcheng radiated a divine, saintly light, her presence exuding an aura of purity and grace. Lin Xian'er possessed a fragile and captivating beauty that stirred the hearts of all who beheld her, evoking an overwhelming desire to protect her.

As the three women stood together beside Qin Wentian, the world seemed to dim in comparison to their radiance.

Lu Ziyan, who had once arrived in this world with an air of arrogance, now stood frozen, her pride shattered. It wasn't due to a difference in strength but rather a matter of looks. She felt utterly overshadowed by the three maidens. If she stood next to any of them, not a single male present would spare her a glance. She seemed like a mere contrast to their captivating beauty.

Upon Mo Qingcheng's arrival, Qing'er gave her a fleeting glance, her cool gaze revealing nothing.

Qin Wentian, on the other hand, greeted Mo Qingcheng with a warm smile. "You've come," he said.

Mo Qingcheng nodded and took hold of Qin Wentian's hand, her touch providing him with strength. However, to the onlookers, it appeared as though Mo Qingcheng was asserting her claim, proclaiming herself as Qin Wentian's wife.

"I'm leaving," Qing'er softly mumbled, bidding farewell to Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian nodded in acknowledgment, gripping Mo Qingcheng's hand with a bit more strength.

Qing'er then slowly ascended into the air, accompanied by the old man, Dongsheng Ting, and the others. This ethereal maiden known as 'Princess' might indeed be a princess from the immortal realms.

Qin Wentian couldn't tear his gaze away from Qing'er's departing figure. His heart trembled, feeling as though he had just lost something precious.

Just then, a soft voice wafted through the air. "Qing'er truly cares about you," Mo Qingcheng's voice was gentle and barely audible.

"In your most perilous moments, she was always there for you, like a silent guardian in the shadows, protecting you without your knowledge. You probably have no idea just how much she has done for you." Mo Qingcheng continued in her soft tone. Qin Wentian's body shook as he turned his gaze toward Mo Qingcheng, her flawless face in disbelief.

Even Lin Xian'er was stunned, unable to believe that Mo Qingcheng would speak these words at this moment.

Qin Wentian had never expected this.

Mo Qingcheng continued, gazing at Qin Wentian with a gentle smile. "Master shared some things with me in private. Wentian, the things Qing'er has done for you are things I could never have done. When I wasn't by your side, she was the one looking out for you, appearing whenever you needed help the most."

Sunlight graced Mo Qingcheng's flawless face, her smile radiant and beautiful.

"So, I don't want this to be a regret for you. I also don't want Qing'er to leave with regrets in her heart. So, what are you waiting for? Go after her! At the very least, ask her to wait for you."

In Lin Xian'er's eyes, Mo Qingcheng's smile seemed a bit silly. Yet, that radiant smile and gentle voice brought tears to Qin Wentian's eyes. Trembling, he held Mo Qingcheng's face tenderly and wiped away her tears. Even then, she continued to smile.

"Why are you being so silly..." Qin Wentian whispered as he gently caressed Mo Qingcheng's face.

"At least my love for you wouldn't be so selfish. I can do what Qing'er did; I have no regrets," Mo Qingcheng said, her tears glistening amid her smile. "I don't want you to carry a burden in your heart, and I don't want you to regret this in the future. My love for you shouldn't become a shackle that binds you. Please forgive me if I get jealous, it's an inevitable part of being a woman. But I'd rather be jealous myself than see you heartbroken."

"Go and chase after her. Qing'er is an amazing woman, she's done so much for you. Don't let her leave like this," Mo Qingcheng said, squeezing Qin Wentian's hand before letting him go. Despite her tears, the smile in her eyes made her even more beautiful, and this moment would forever be etched in Qin Wentian's mind.

With determination, Qin Wentian took a step forward, embracing Mo Qingcheng tightly. After a brief moment, he released her and rushed into the sky, pursuing Qing'er.

Mo Qingcheng watched him go, still smiling. She wiped away the tears in the corners of her eyes, and in this moment, those teardrops appeared as the most beautiful and selfless things in the world.

"Qing'er!" Qin Wentian called out, and the flawless silhouette paused, turning to see him rushing toward her.

Before long, Qin Wentian stood before Qing'er. Her lips quivered, but words eluded her.

"Qing'er, can I hug you?" Qin Wentian's eyes sparkled with a sunny smile, as if he aimed to melt the snow of the snow lotus.

Qing'er's body trembled, her beautiful eyes blinked in shyness. After a moment, she nodded lightly and nervously pulled at her dress. "Okay..."

Qin Wentian smiled, stepped forward, and wrapped his arms around Qing'er's delicate frame. He held her tightly, and although she initially shivered, she soon regained her composure. Uncertain of where to place her hands, she eventually rested them on Qin Wentian's shoulders. In that moment, sunshine filled her heart, and it was as if Qin Wentian had used his embrace to melt her away.

After a long while, Qin Wentian released her but kept his hands on her slender waist. They gazed deeply into each other's eyes, the space between them now so close. A faint blush graced Qing'er's face, making her even more enchanting.

Suddenly, Qin Wentian leaned in, his lips meeting Qing'er's. He embraced her once more, and Qing'er stood there, stunned, letting him kiss her as he pleased. Her long lashes were beautiful, and when she closed her eyes, tears glistened.

Behind her, the old man and Dongsheng Ting had drastically changed expressions. The old man appeared helpless, while Dongsheng Ting's eyes flashed with coldness, though he couldn't intervene.

"I'm leaving now," Qing'er said after pushing Qin Wentian away. She turned and continued walking, not wanting him to see her reluctance or the tears on her face. She feared that if she lingered for even a moment longer, she might never leave this world.

"Qing'er, wait for me there," Qin Wentian's voice called from behind. However, Qing'er quickened her pace, not slowing down.

"I will find you in the immortal realms, even if I have to break through every realm, even if I have to traverse the nine heavenly layers. Nothing will obstruct me from finding you. These clouds can't hide you from my sight, and this sky won't block my path to you!" Qin Wentian declared, his heart like a raging waterfall, letting his emotions flow freely.

With her head tilted, Qing'er gazed at the clouds and at the sky. Tears had already stained her face long before this moment.