Chapter Fifty-Two: Remember Me

"Does it hurt?" "Yes, but when I think that my enemy is right in front of me and I couldn't kill him to ease my heart, it hurts even more." He pulled Zisang back into his arms and said, "Let's leave here! Okay?"

After a moment, the person in his arms slowly nodded...

As soon as they left, they encountered people from Fusang.

One of them came forward and said, "Nan Xianyi, how dare you let the fox demon go and leave Fusang without permission? Come back with us now!"

There were many celestial servants from Fusang, and it seemed that this time Lingxuan Emperor was determined to bring Nan Xianyi back to Fusang.

Zisang looked expressionless at the group of white-robed celestial servants, then turned her gaze to Nan Xianyi.

There was not much expression on his face, just his dark eyes staring firmly at the white-robed celestial servants.

That gaze didn't look like he was looking at his fellow disciples; instead, it seemed like he was looking at his enemies.

The white-robed celestial servants were intimidated by Nan Xianyi's gaze and involuntarily took two steps back.

Zisang lowered her eyes and looked at them faintly.

She knew that if Nan Xianyi were taken back to Fusang this time, she would also be taken back to the Demon Lock Tower.

However, Nan Xianyi had done enough for her along the way. She didn't want him to fight against his fellow disciples because of her again. That was not what she wanted to see.

Zisang's mouth curved into a faint smile, and she stepped forward to stand beside him.

"Let's go! There's nowhere else to go anyway, right?"

Nan Xianyi didn't make any more moves, not even turning his head to look at her.

His profile was illuminated by the light, with a golden edge on his long eyelashes, and she couldn't help but take another look.

Nan Xianyi's face still had no expression. Even after such a long time together, she still couldn't understand him any better. She couldn't guess what he was thinking.

After a while, Nan Xianyi spoke lightly.

"If we really leave, it will be difficult to meet again in the future."

"Yeah, I know."

"You will remember me, won't you?"

Zisang looked at Nan Xianyi with a puzzled expression.

His thoughts were unfathomable to Zisang. All along, he had been trying to get close to her, to understand her.

And now, when she looked back at him, she realized that she knew nothing about him, and she had never really thought about understanding him.

There was a bitter smile in her heart.

But he didn't explain anything or say anything more. He just gently pushed her behind him.

"You go first, go to the Ten-Mile Pavilion. I'll find you there."

Before she could say anything, she had been pushed out a thousand feet away and disappeared from where she was.

When Zisang woke up again, she was in the middle of a sea of flowers, quiet and vast, with occasional bird calls.

Zisang sat in the center of the flower sea, staring blankly at the beautiful flower sea around her, with flowers blooming together, competing for beauty.

After some time, Zisang slowly got up and left desolately.

A voice fell like a feather.

"Go to the Ten-Mile Pavilion. I'll find you there."

Ten-Mile Pavilion! She had to go there because he would come to find her...

It was the rainy season, and it had been raining lightly for several days. The tender leaves, washed by the rain, looked even more delicate and verdant.

Fine raindrops fell on the scattered flower petals, making them glisten, and landed on the damp soil.

The willows drooped low, and the tender green branches swayed gently as the raindrops fell, twisting their slender waists back and forth.