Chapter 12: Enrollment

The gentle breeze brushed against their faces, wiping away the tears...

"I will miss you too, very, very much..." Na'er's delicate little face had a fairy-like beauty under the moonlight, her eyes misty with emotion.

Aither gently ruffled Na'er's head, joining his hands together and spreading his palms. A verdant wind danced around, and dandelion seeds, carried by the wind from who knows where, floated in the air. A green chess piece appeared in the center of his palm.

Aither softly sang, "If you are reluctant to let go of the past and move forward, I will silently record this poem."

"If you are tired of gravity and want to fly, I will let... the wind of this world blow towards you..."

*Whoosh!*

A whirlwind of green enveloped the two children, willow fluff floating in the air, birds chirping, hope brought by the wind. Eventually, the wind would reunite us...

Sensing the scene before her, Na'er's eyes widened in astonishment. She somehow understood everything from the wind, which contained Aither's emotions, strength, enlightenment, and love.

"Husband, I want to listen to a song... I want to hear you sing for me..."

"Okay..." Aither smiled faintly. "This song is for my beloved little Na'er..."

The wind picked up, recording all the poems in the world, transmitting all the songs... A light and mysterious melody drifted with the wind.

"Hard to forget the first time I saw you, your captivating eyes..."

"In my mind, your figure, I can't shake it off..."

"Holding your hands, feeling your tenderness, I feel a bit breathless..."

"I want to cherish your innocence, seeing you wronged makes me sad..."

Tears finally overflowed from Na'er's eyes. Music had a special power; it could convey every emotion. Na'er had known for a long time that this person who inexplicably cared for her, no matter what the reason was initially, she couldn't forget. She couldn't forget his care, his quirks, not even the slightest bit...

"Perhaps I'll end up falling for you myself

I dare not let myself get too close

I'm afraid I have nothing to offer you

Loving you also requires great courage..."

Na'er didn't know when Aither discovered she was about to leave, but with her husband's intelligence, it would be strange if he hadn't noticed. Perhaps... as he said, the wind contained all the stories; everything would be answered by the wind.

Na'er believed her husband was right! The wind would bring distant longing; the wind contained hope. Eventually, we would reunite in the wind...

...

The next day, Aither woke up very late, lazily lying in bed like a little pig. It wasn't that he hadn't woken up; he simply didn't want to get up.

If only I had a phone. Aither muttered to himself. If I had a phone, I could stay in bed until noon for meals...

"Aither! Did you neglect your meditation again yesterday?!"

Feeling the familiar chill, Aither shivered. Here we go again...

"Why did you wake up so late today?" Wu Changkong stared at Aither expressionlessly.

"Could it be that someone needs to wake up early to progress in cultivation?" Aither smirked, poking his head out from the blankets.

Wu Changkong's cold aura paused for a moment. He noticed that Aither's eye sockets were red, as if he had been crying...

This brat can cry? Wu Changkong scanned the villa with his spiritual power but didn't find the small figure who was always with Aither. "Where's Na'er?"

Aither tilted his head. "Eh heh?"

Wu Changkong's forehead creased. After three years with Aither, he knew the last thing he wanted to hear from Aither was "Could it be that...?" or his cutesy "Eh heh".

Whenever Aither tilted his head and said "Eh heh," no matter what he tried, he couldn't get any information out of Aither, just like when Aither didn't know where he got those two weapons from. One "Eh heh" made Wu Changkong give up asking...

"Did Na'er leave?" Wu Changkong's heart sank. Although his face was always cold, he had raised Na'er and Aither almost as his own. Not being good at expressing emotions didn't mean he didn't have any! Na'er was different from Aither; she was a real soft spot in his heart!

Aither hurriedly put on his clothes. "Eh heh, it seems like today I have a forging task from Tang Sect. I need to hurry up and wash to complete the task..."

Aither smirked, disappearing in a flash like the wind.

Originally, Wu Changkong wanted to chase after him and ask, but... he glimpsed Aither's bed, where there was a wet pillow, and then remembered Aither's red eyes. Wu Changkong halted his steps, letting out a deep sigh...

'I didn't expect... that carefree kid would be so heartbroken...'

As for where Na'er went, Wu Changkong didn't ask. No one understood better than him what Na'er meant to Aither. Since that kid was pretending to be strong, it meant... Na'er probably just left on her own... Did someone from her family come?

As time passed, both Wu Changkong and Aither tacitly avoided mentioning Na'er. However, sometimes, Aither still cooked a lot of food and subconsciously grabbed three sets of bowls and chopsticks for meals.

After Na'er left, Aither seemed to have changed, but Wu Changkong couldn't pinpoint exactly what had changed about him. Was it... that he spent more time cultivating recently?

Well, he did save a lot of time by not being clingy with Na'er, leaving more time for cultivation.

Seeing Aither diligently cultivate, Wu Changkong should have been happy, but for some reason, he couldn't muster any joy...

The start of the school year was approaching. During this time, Aither successfully advanced by one level and finally developed his own rhythm and combat awareness in battles with Wu Changkong. However, Aither still appeared carefree on weekdays, seeming to have no combat power at all. Only Wu Changkong knew how strong Aither truly was in battle.

East Sea Academy was a large institution, possessing qualifications for both intermediate and advanced levels. Therefore, it was divided into the Intermediate Division and the Advanced Division.

Wu Changkong arranged for Aither to attend the Intermediate Division, settling in Class Five of the first year. When the time was right, he would send Aither to Shrek Academy for further study. He didn't care much for other advanced academies.

As the enrollment date approached, there were quite a few people coming and going in East Sea City, especially parents sending their children to school, making the entire campus feel crowded.

Seeing this scene, Aither felt a twinge of nostalgia, reminiscent of the time when freshmen entered school in his past life...