239: Chapter 239 How Could It Be You?

Little Wu Yaoyao excitedly held up the clay figurine she had just molded and offered it to little Ye Xuan, her eyes sparkling with excitement: "Little Brother, look! This is a little doll I made out of clay. Is it pretty?"

Little Ye Xuan frowned and said with a look of disgust: "I don't want it!"

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wuwu..."

Wu Yaoyao's face was instantly filled with disappointment and grievance. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back, refusing to cry.

"To think it was him... Why, even until today, am I still unable to forget that sentence he said back then!"

At this moment, Wu Yaoyao, dressed in a cyan-colored glazed immortal dress and treading on air as she moved with the wind, appeared somewhat flustered and at a loss, despite her ethereal and refined immortal aura.

Her eyebrows, like distant mountains, knitted slightly. Beneath a cyan veil as light as mist, her breathtakingly beautiful face revealed a heartbreakingly fragile expression.

Those fleeting scenes from her childhood played repeatedly in her mind like a movie.

She clearly remembered that ever since her father passed away, she and her mother had lived a frugal life, depending on each other for survival.

That day, she had joyfully gone to find the son of Uncle Ye, who often looked after her and her mother, hoping to play with him. However, she was met with a gaze full of disdain and those three words: "I don't want it."

She stared blankly at the little boy before her, dressed in fine silk robes, with skin as white as snow and lips as red as cherries. Then, looking down at her own somewhat dirty and worn-out skirt, a strong sense of inferiority welled up in her heart.

It was as if that sentence had become an indelible brand, deeply carved into the depths of her young heart, causing her to intentionally or unintentionally avoid that little boy in silk robes in the days that followed, gradually becoming more and more insecure!

"I heard he has already entered the inner sect of the Cangqiong Holy Land. Just now, I couldn't even perceive his cultivation level!"

Dressed in a cyan gauze dress, Wu Yaoyao shook her head gently and couldn't help but mutter to herself.

That innocent and cute little boy with red lips and white teeth from back then now seemed to still radiate a brilliance that could not be ignored, his charm undiminished.

It was just that she didn't know if, with the passage of time, he would still despise her as he did before.

"First, I must enter the secret realm to find the legendary immortal divine herb to repair my damaged divine body. Perhaps only then will it be possible to meet him again in the future..."

Wu Yaoyao pondered to herself, and a faint smile couldn't help but appear on her beautiful face hidden behind the cyan veil.

Just then, a sudden and incredibly familiar shout reached her ears: "Hey, Wu Yaoyao, you fly really fast. I almost couldn't keep up with you!"

Wu Yaoyao looked up abruptly and saw Ye Xuan standing ahead, dressed in white as snow, his figure elegant and full of smiles.

"Ye... Xuan?"

Upon seeing that the person who had arrived was indeed Ye Xuan, Wu Yaoyao couldn't help but tremble. Her beautiful face beneath the veil was filled with astonishment, and her body froze involuntarily, completely stiffening.

"I..." She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say. A hint of inferiority faintly showed in her eyes, and then she turned and fled in the opposite direction in a panic.

"Uh, am I that scary?" Watching Wu Yaoyao flee in panic, Ye Xuan felt very helpless.

Smelling the faint, lingering fragrance emanating from Wu Yaoyao, Ye Xuan watched her receding figure and muttered helplessly: "Wu Yaoyao, oh Wu Yaoyao, why are you running away? Are you afraid that I'll eat you or something?"

Before his words had even faded, Ye Xuan's figure flickered, and like a ghost, he instantly blocked the path of Wu Yaoyao, who was wearing a cyan gauze dress.

"I... I wasn't... running..." Wu Yaoyao's delicate body trembled slightly, and the voice she uttered was like music from the heavens—crisp and melodious, intoxicating to hear.

As soon as the words left her lips, she cautiously glanced up at Ye Xuan, only to meet his playful smile. Terrified, her face lost all color, and she hurriedly turned and sped off in another direction.

"This... this is never-ending, isn't it!" Seeing Wu Yaoyao flee in panic once again, Ye Xuan's mouth couldn't help but twitch violently.

At this moment, the image of the little girl who had countless times hidden in the distance, stealing glances at him playing with Qingxian and little Qingyan, couldn't help but surface in his mind.

Back then, Wu Yaoyao would always stand far away, silently watching them, a hint of faint longing showing in her beautiful, large eyes.

However, whenever Ye Xuan discovered her and walked toward her, she would turn and run like a startled little deer, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye—her speed was astonishing.

The scene from childhood seemed to be replaying like yesterday, vivid in his memory! And now, the scene before him was shockingly similar to that time.

"Those are all things of the past. Why is Wu Yaoyao running? Does she care about my opinion that much!" Ye Xuan stared intently at Wu Yaoyao's disappearing figure and chased after her without hesitation.

"He... why... is he chasing me? I... what should I do!"

A faint blush rose on Wu Yaoyao's beautiful face, and her lovely eyes revealed complex and indescribable emotions. For a moment, she appeared flustered and at a loss, as if she had instantly been transported back to the depths of her childhood memories.

"Wu Yaoyao, if you dare to run away again this time, don't blame me for being rude! Do you believe I'll give you a spanking right now!"

The thing Wu Yaoyao worried about most had finally happened. That person who once felt disgust toward her had blocked her path again, and his words carried a hint of fierce threat.

It seemed her cultivation was not as high as his; this time, she was afraid she really wouldn't be able to escape!

"Ye Xuan... I... I..." Wu Yaoyao's voice grew softer and softer, almost inaudible.

Wu Yaoyao was dressed in a black glazed immortal dress, her figure graceful and standing tall like a fairy descended to the mortal world. She cast a light glance at Ye Xuan, who was smiling three zhang away, then quickly lowered her head!

This time, she didn't dare to run away again. She spoke with a slightly trembling voice, but she seemed at a loss as to how to communicate with him.

"You... how can you be so overbearing?"

"My father married Aunt Wu. According to seniority, Wu Yaoyao, you should call me elder brother. Regardless of anything else, call me 'Brother' first and let me hear it!"

Ye Xuan stared at Wu Yaoyao, who was looking down and appeared slightly nervous, and initiated the conversation.

"I..."

In front of Ye Xuan, Wu Yaoyao had lost her usual aloof and untouchable fairy demeanor, instead appearing like a timid and insecure young girl.

She kept her head lowered, not even daring to look at Ye Xuan again.

"Look up, Fairy Wu Yaoyao!" Ye Xuan stepped to within three feet of her and once again caught that intoxicating floral fragrance.

This fragrance seemed no less inferior to the charming medicinal scent he himself exuded; they could be said to be evenly matched, each with its own unique characteristics.