94: Yafei's Kiss

"Sister Ya Fei… I…"

"Shhh…"

Sister Ya Fei’s index finger gently pressed against Mo Yuhan’s lips, stopping his next words.

She gazed into Mo Yuhan’s clear eyes, a captivating smile blooming on her red lips. The smile held the sadness of farewell, and even more, a nearly pious tenderness.

Then, under Mo Yuhan’s astonished gaze, she leaned in slightly, and her soft, fragrant red lips, like a dragonfly touching the water, with endless tenderness and reluctance, gently imprinted themselves on his smooth forehead.

The touch, soft and moist, carried Sister Ya Fei's unique, poppy-like intoxicating fragrance, instantly branded on Mo Yuhan's forehead, and also on his heart.

Like an electric current coursing through his body, his body instantly froze, his mind blank. Only that burning sensation on his forehead magnified infinitely under the moonlight.

It was a fleeting touch, yet the kiss lasted a long time.

Sister Ya Fei straightened up, looking at Mo Yuhan’s instantly flushed small face and dazed eyes. A hint of slyness and satisfaction flashed in her eyes, which was then covered by deeper parting sorrow.

She stretched out her arms and gently embraced the still somewhat stiff Mo Yuhan.

"Go, Yu Han, Younger Brother."

Sister Ya Fei’s voice sounded in his ear, carrying warm breath and a barely suppressed sob, "Go to Canaan Academy, to a wider world. Cultivate well, refine medicine well. Your Sister will be here, guarding Mittel, waiting for your return. When you return, you must let your Sister see a… an indomitable, glorious man."

Waiting for you to grow up.

Her arms tightened, as if to knead this small figure into her bones and blood to remember, and then, slowly released him.

Mo Yuhan raised his head, looking at Sister Ya Fei’s slightly reddened eyes and the glistening tears in them. His heart was filled with a huge warmth and sourness.

He nodded forcefully, his voice a little tight: "Mm! Sister Ya Fei, wait for me to return!"

After bidding farewell to Sister Ya Fei, Mo Yuhan returned to the small courtyard where he was temporarily staying.

Inside the courtyard, the lights were bright.

Little Fairy Doctor stood quietly under the corridor, in a simple white dress, like an Epiphyllum quietly blooming under the moon.

In her hand, she held a neatly wrapped cloth bag, containing various emergency medicinal materials and several bottles of medicinal powder and ointment she had personally prepared for Mo Yuhan during her sleepless days.

Seeing Mo Yuhan return, a gentle smile appeared on her beautiful and refined face, and she came forward to greet him.

"Is everything handled?"

Her voice was like a clear spring in a mountain stream, carrying a soothing power.

"Yes, Sister Xian'er."

Mo Yuhan nodded, looking at the faint dark circles under Little Fairy Doctor’s eyes, feeling both touched and pained, "You’ve worked hard."

"It’s not hard."

Little Fairy Doctor gently placed the cloth bag into Mo Yuhan’s storage ring, her movements meticulous and gentle.

She reached out her hand, like the gentlest of sisters, carefully tidying his collar and smoothing out tiny wrinkles on his shoulder.

Her fingertips were slightly cool, her movements so gentle as if afraid to disturb anything.

"Canaan Academy is not like home; take good care of yourself. Eat on time, don’t just focus on cultivation and refining medicine and harm your body. If you encounter trouble… remember to send a message back."

Her words were simple, yet every single one was steeped in the deepest concern, like a trickling stream, silently nourishing his heart.

"I know, Sister Xian'er," Mo Yuhan replied earnestly.

Actually, he had asked Little Fairy Doctor if she was willing to go to Canaan Academy with him.

However, Little Fairy Doctor, bearing the Woeful Poison Body and needing to take care of Bibi Dong, naturally refused.

At this moment, a tall, majestic figure walked out from inside the house.

Bibi Dong had already changed into a more solemn and luxurious dark purple long dress, with intricate and mysterious patterns embroidered in silver thread on the hem, reminiscent of her time as a Saintess of Spirit Hall.

She walked up to Mo Yuhan and looked down at him.

Her gaze was deep, carrying scrutiny, and even more, an unquestionable protectiveness.

She stretched out her slender, jade-like hand, with a slightly cool touch, and gently squeezed Mo Yuhan’s still tender shoulder.

"Han’er."

Bibi Dong’s voice was clear and melodious, yet it contained an irresistible will, "You’ve worked hard. Auntie’s path, after all, needs Auntie to walk it herself. Once you find the Revival Purple Pill for me, I will return for revenge. But this is not all you should bear."

Her gaze seemed to penetrate Mo Yuhan’s heart, seeing the heavy sense of responsibility deep within him.

"Remember, your primary task now is to become stronger! Become stronger at all costs! Canaan Academy is just the starting point. Your talent, your future, should never be bound by anything or anyone! Including me."

Her tone was decisive, carrying a domineering aura that looked down on the world, "Go cultivate, refine medicine, and venture forth with peace of mind. Although Auntie has lost her strength now, she will absolutely not allow herself to be a burden!"

"Only when you are strong enough, strong enough to support a sky, will Auntie’s path, perhaps then, still need you to illuminate it."

Bibi Dong’s tone softened, and her majestic gaze finally revealed a hint of elder’s warmth and expectation, "Go, child. Let Canaan Academy, let the entire continent, remember the name Mo Yuhan!"

The moonlight flowed like water, quietly in the silent courtyard.

The faint fragrance of wisteria drifted in the night wind.

Mo Yuhan stood in the courtyard, his small figure stretched long under the moonlight.

On his left was the gentle, caring Little Fairy Doctor, and on his right was his aunt, Bibi Dong, who was like a mother, pointing out the path ahead for him.

Behind him was the brightly lit auction house, where Sister Ya Fei’s tearful farewell kiss and heavy anticipation lingered.

The soft touch on his forehead seemed not to have dissipated, carrying Sister Ya Fei’s lingering fragrance and affection.

On his shoulder remained the slightly cool yet strong touch of his aunt’s fingertips, carrying heavy expectations and protection.

Sister Xian’er’s gentle action of tidying his collar was like the most comforting warm current, enveloping his heart.

He raised his head, looking towards the vast starry sky, towards the distant location of Canaan Academy.

In his obsidian-like eyes, the last trace of parting sorrow dissipated like morning mist, replaced by a pure and resolute light, like quenched steel.

That light was sharp, persistent, filled with a thirst for power, a longing for the future, and a heavy promise he needed to fulfill throughout his life.

The grievances in Wutan City were settled, the blood and fire of the Jia Lie family were a thing of the past.

Canaan Academy, that colossal entity gathering the continent’s elites, that hall containing endless knowledge and opportunities, was Mo Yuhan’s true battlefield.

For his aunt’s hope of recovery, for Sister Xian’er’s gentle guardianship, for Sister Ya Fei’s reluctant anticipation, and even more, for the dream of becoming a strong person that had never extinguished in his heart.

He clenched his fists, stirring the heroic spirit in his chest.

Become stronger! Become stronger at all costs!

The next moment, he turned resolutely, his small figure carrying an unwavering determination, striding into the deep night, without a trace of lingering attachment.

The moonlight stretched his silhouette long, like a sharp sword about to be unsheathed, pointing directly at the distant and unknown sea of stars.