Chapter Fifty-Three: You Said You Would Come, Didn't You?

The drizzle continued, merging into the azure waters. Along the shores of the lake stood a dilapidated pavilion, its roof tiles long gone due to neglect.

Under the eaves, a woman held up an oil-paper umbrella, standing motionless as if she were unaware. Her azure skirt was already half-drenched, yet she seemed oblivious, standing there with cracked lips.

She had been here for ten days, without eating or drinking, not even shifting her position, as if determined to turn herself into a statue.

Amidst the gentle rain, a tender leaf floated down before the girl's eyes.

Suddenly, her dull eyes flickered, and her stiff body shifted forward slightly, mechanically picking up the falling leaf.

In a hoarse voice, she murmured to herself, "You said you would come, didn't you? It's already the tenth day, why haven't you come?"

The once lively eyes had long lost their brightness, and her slender eyebrows drooped further.

A soft breeze brushed past, and the glass ball at her waist suddenly made a "ding-ling" sound.

She didn't know when she had become particularly afraid of waiting.

That aimless waiting made her restless heart even more anxious. She always felt like the person she was waiting for would never come back.

That time, she had been drenched in the rain all night, but when she turned back, Nan Xianyi was no longer behind her.

She was stunned for a moment, and then, as if recognizing reality, a bitter smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Was she abandoned?

He couldn't even stand being with such a bloodthirsty demon?

He should have stayed far away long ago. Why should he stay here with you?

Countless negative thoughts flooded in.

She hung her head, standing stiffly there, her scattered hair washed by the rain, clinging to her pale face.

The bloodstains on her body stained everything red.

She stood alone in the bamboo forest, like a deserted child, yet also like a demon rejected by society.

She couldn't imagine that, at that time, time was such a distant and long word for her.

Watching time pass, minute by minute, she went from holding on to a shred of hope to complete despair. She was scared, truly scared...

This time, perhaps he really wouldn't come...

The azure figure gradually faded away, disappearing into the distance, leaving behind a lonely figure lying in the rain on the dilapidated steps...

Above the dark sea, the gloomy wind howled.

A small figure soared through the air, bouncing left and right like a monkey.

Following closely behind, a loud noise stirred the cold waves, and on the silent black sea, huge waves surged as a giant figure galloped forward.

Wherever it passed, the black waves gradually calmed.

"Yebai! You're back!"

A hoarse, deep voice rang out.

Yebai's toes landed on the cliff, and the large figure stood steadily on the black water, as if weightless.

"Hmph! Don't call me that way. You're not worthy."

Yebai retorted coldly, his sharp gaze sweeping past.

A layer of ferocity fell on his young face, and his clear eyes stared viciously in one direction, as if at an irredeemable criminal.

"If it weren't for mother asking me to save you, I wouldn't bother to care if you were dead or alive."

Even though his face couldn't be seen, his tone was already desperate.

"Frost! Is she... okay?"

Clearly a caring question, but it was said very cautiously, as if afraid of angering Yebai again.

Yet, this did not please him; it only infuriated him further.

"Don't pretend here!"

"You've never fulfilled half of a father's duty, let alone being a good husband. You made mother wait in agony for a thousand years!"

The person below the dark sea sighed helplessly.

"It's father's fault! Father disappointed your mother, and even when you were born, I couldn't see you with my own eyes."

The Demon Lord became more and more distressed, his voice trembling along with his emotions.