47: leave

The slender strands of hair in Ah Yin's fingertips were like the most docile silk threads, flexibly weaving and knotting, and gradually, the rudimentary form of an ancient yet unique bracelet appeared.

The main body of the bracelet was composed of her silver hair, and at the core nodes where the hair was Binding, three small Blue Silver Grass leaves, as if carved from jadeite, were cleverly incorporated.

Those leaves were not solid objects, but rather solidified from highly condensed Blue Silver Emperor's original life energy, crystal clear, with a green halo seemingly flowing slowly within, exuding a soft yet tenacious life aura.

When the last trace of original energy was withdrawn into her fingertips, the bracelet was completely finished.

It lay quietly in Ah Yin's fair palm, shimmering with the intertwined luster of dark jade and jadeite under the moonlight, simple yet containing immeasurable life energy and... a deeper connection.

Only then did Ah Yin raise her head and look at Mo Yuhan again.

She stretched out her hand, holding the Blue Silver Grass bracelet, which had condensed her original power, in her palm, and offered it to Mo Yuhan.

"Take it," her voice was very soft, yet it carried an undeniable firmness.

Mo Yuhan looked at the bracelet before him, then at Ah Yin's eyes, which held so many emotions, and his throat felt as if something was tightly choked, aching with soreness.

Without the slightest hesitation, he extended a slightly trembling hand and, with utmost solemnity, took the bracelet, which still carried her body temperature and original aura, from Ah Yin's palm.

It was cool to the touch, and the texture was pliable.

The three jadeite-like leaves, pressed against his skin, transmitted a gentle yet tenacious life rhythm, as if a strange resonance was generated with his own heartbeat.

He could clearly feel Ah Yin's aura contained within it, pure and vast, full of vitality, as if a part of her life had been entrusted into his hands.

"Sister Ah Yin..." Mo Yuhan's voice was a little hoarse, thousands of words stuck in his chest, but he didn't know where to begin.

"Wear it."

Ah Yin interrupted him, her gaze fixed on his eyes, as if to deeply imprint his current appearance into the depths of her soul, "It will guide you, and it will... protect you."

Her gaze was piercing, carrying a power that could penetrate hearts: "No matter how long you go, no matter how far you walk... Half a year. Every six months, come back here."

She stretched out her finger, pointing to the cliff beneath their feet, "Right here, let me... see that you are safe."

"Half a year as the term, reunite here."

These eight words, she spoke slowly and clearly, each word as if using all her strength, heavily striking Mo Yuhan's heart.

It was not a command, not a demand, but an invisible thread tied by a lonely soul in the vast world for the person she cared about most, carrying earnest expectations.

It was a return date she had anchored for herself in the vast sea of humanity.

Mo Yuhan tightly clenched the cool bracelet in his hand, his fingertips slightly white from the effort.

He looked at the reluctance and anticipation in Ah Yin's eyes that almost drowned him, feeling as if his heart was fiercely gripped by an invisible hand, hurting so much that he could barely breathe.

He nodded vigorously, as if to use all his strength to make this promise, his voice carrying an undeniable decisiveness:

"Okay! Sister, I promise you! Every six months, Star Dou Cliff, we'll meet there!"

Hearing his firm promise, the calm icy shell Ah Yin had painstakingly maintained on her face finally showed a crack.

The corners of her lips curved slightly upwards, but before the smile could fully blossom, her eyes welled up with an uncontrollable, heartbreaking redness.

Crystal tears quickly gathered and swirled in her beautiful jade-like eyes, like morning dew rolling on lotus leaves, trembling precariously, stubbornly refusing to fall.

She quickly lowered her head, her silver hair falling like a waterfall, covering most of her face and concealing the vulnerability that was about to burst forth.

Only her slightly trembling shoulders betrayed the surging emotional storm within her.

Mo Yuhan looked at her lowered head and slightly trembling shoulders, feeling his heart tighten fiercely, aching beyond measure.

He instinctively reached out, as he usually would, to pat her shoulder, or clumsily offer a few words of comfort.

He tightly gripped the cool bracelet in his palm, as if it were the only link connecting the two of them, the token supporting him to fulfill his promise.

The night wind whimpered as it swept across the cliff, picking up a few withered leaves that swirled and disappeared into the deep night.

The vast galaxy silently revolved overhead, indifferently watching the two companions on the cliff top who were about to part.

"I..." Mo Yuhan took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound steady, yet it still carried a faint, almost imperceptible hoarseness, "It's time for me to go, Ah Yin, you... take care, take care of yourself."

He forced himself to turn around, with his back to Ah Yin; he dared not look at her current appearance again, fearing that if he looked one more time, he would never be able to move his feet to leave.

His steps were as heavy as if filled with lead, and he walked step by step towards the path that led from the cliff to the forest below, the moonlight stretching his lonely shadow long on the rocks.

Just as he was about to step onto that winding path—

"Xiao Han!"

Ah Yin's voice suddenly rang out from behind him.

Mo Yuhan's footsteps were as if nailed, suddenly stopping, his heart almost stopped beating at that moment, and he turned around abruptly.

He saw that Ah Yin had raised her head at some point, and tears finally broke through the last line of defense, rolling down in large drops like broken pearls, leaving two glistening trails on her fair, jade-like cheeks.

It was her first time being human, and she couldn't fully comprehend the emotion of separation.

However, her body reacted in the most genuine way.

Under the moonlight, those tear stains shimmered with broken light, breathtakingly beautiful, yet also suffocatingly painful.

Mo Yuhan felt a huge pang of sorrow rush to his nose, his eyes instantly burning, and he took one last deep look at Ah Yin, as if to engrave her tearful appearance into the depths of his soul.

Then, he turned sharply, no longer hesitating in the slightest, almost fleeing, rushing into the moonlit path, his figure quickly swallowed by the dense shadows of the trees below.

The moment his figure disappeared at the end of the path—

Whoosh—

A strange wind, without warning, swirled up from above the cliff.

This wind did not come from the sky, but originated from the cliff top itself, from where Ah Yin stood.

Centered around Ah Yin, all the Blue Silver Grass on the entire cliff, and even in the vast, boundless forest below as far as the eye could see, at this moment, seemed to receive a supreme summons.

They no longer quietly swayed with the wind, but rather, in unison, with an almost devout posture, stretched their slender grass stems towards the direction Mo Yuhan had left—the end of that deep, winding path.

Thousands, millions of Blue Silver Grass, were saying goodbye to Mo Yuhan.