A man is half drunk, he will make you cry

Seeing that he couldn't drive her away, and that she was so eager to learn, Xiao Fan's opinion of her changed, and his tone softened considerably as he invited her into the courtyard for tea and a chat.

The two chatted more and more congenially; of course, one was truly congenial, and the other was pretending to be congenial.

Especially Xiao Fan, who plastered various celebrity stories onto himself to highlight the pain of being talented but unrecognized and unable to serve his country, truly seemed like the person involved!

Especially since he also possessed Righteous Qi, this was a Realm that Confucian Cultivators dreamed of!

This made Li Yuxian even more convinced that a person with Righteous Qi must have suffered so much because he was upright and incorruptible.

She couldn't help but sympathize with Xiao Fan; sealing his magic for a thousand years to experience the life of a Mortal, yet still maintaining such a tranquil and elegant Heart-Nature, she felt inferior.

Women admire strength, but strength can manifest in many ways.

Being strong at lying is also a kind of strength!

Clearly, Xiao Fan was excessively strong in this regard.

Li Yuxian's curiosity grew, especially as Xiao Fan's vast talent amazed and captivated her.

It made her want to understand everything about him.

“And those poems of longing? Are they also from your personal experience?” When she asked this, a different taste flashed in her heart. Alas, a person who can write so many love poems must have a rich emotional history, right?

That is to say, he might have already had many women.

For some reason, as soon as she thought of this, she felt a little uncomfortable.

When Li Yuxian asked this, Xiao Fan was stunned for a moment, uncharacteristically falling into a state of speechlessness.

Li Yuxian knew she might have hit a raw nerve, so she immediately changed the subject.

But Xiao Fan stopped her.

“Want to hear it?” he said with a faint smile, tinged with melancholy and longing.

“Just a little curious,” Li Yuxian said.

“Very well, it’s rare to find someone I get along with so well; I’ll use these as conversation starters with you, and don’t laugh at me,” he said self-deprecatingly.

Drinking tea no longer satisfied him, so he took out a flask of wine and began to drink.

He increased the intensity.

“That year, snowflakes fell, and plum blossoms bloomed on the branches…”

“In that life, my name was Liang Shanbo. The identity I chose at the time was a poor scholar, and I met a woman disguised as a man, who also entered the academy to study…”

He simply replaced the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, speaking with sorrow and some regret.

Soon, Li Yuxian was engrossed.

Xiao Fan drank wine as he spoke, especially when he reached the part where Liang Shanbo died and Zhu Yingtai committed suicide.

“If I had chosen to restore my magic to save her then, she wouldn’t have died, but I couldn’t. My purpose was to experience the life of a Mortal, and I couldn’t let one woman ruin my plan.”

“I made my choice, I didn’t save her, and that became my eternal pain.”

As he spoke, he was already in tears, his face filled with sorrow, regret, unwillingness, pain, and remorse, filling his heart.

He was slightly tipsy, showing a drunken state, and awkwardly forced a smile, saying, “I, I’m sorry, I lost my composure, you must be laughing at me.”

Li Yuxian was somewhat moved; she had lived for ten thousand years and had never heard such a love story. Her life only consisted of Cultivation and reading, and such emotions would not be found in books.

She was deeply shocked by the emotions of the two people.

Her eyes reddened, and her heart was filled with sorrow.

But she was also a little happy; if that woman were still alive, she herself would have no chance.

Why am I thinking like this? I’m too bad.

No, why did I say ‘chance’? Li Yuxian’s heart was flustered, and her mind was already a bit unclear.

Xiao Fan was already drunk, swaying unsteadily, unable to sit still, and about to fall backward.

Seeing this, Li Yuxian quickly supported him.

She composed herself, a very strange feeling, holding him in her arms, happy?

“Sir, you’re drunk. I’ll make you some hangover soup.”

“I, I’m not drunk. The, the whole world, only, only I, am, am the most sober. I can still drink, come… quickly fill me up.”

Although he treated her jade-like hand as a wine cup and brought it to his mouth.

“Bah, bah, bah, this dish smells good, it’s tender, but it has no taste. Is… isn’t it that you forgot to add salt?”

Li Yuxian’s face flushed crimson. Although she knew the sir was drunk, such suddenness still made her a little embarrassed.

“What am I thinking?”

After putting Xiao Fan back in his bedroom and covering him with a quilt, Li Yuxian looked at the simple room, somewhat surprised.

On the desk, a long essay was still written.

A variation of “Xiangji Xuan Zhi”! The name was changed, the addresses within were changed, and Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai were substituted.

Li Yuxian picked it up and was immediately engrossed.

Especially when she read the line, “This was planted by my wife the year she died, and now it stands tall and covers everything,” she was speechless.

She only felt that Xiao Fan must have been truly emotional at the time. Alas, Sir is so pitiful, actually trapped by love.

Suddenly, a broad, strong arm embraced her from behind. It was Xiao Fan, speaking incoherently, “Yingtai, you’re back?”

“I’m not dreaming, am I?”

He wore a faint smile, greedily rubbing Li Yuxian’s delicate, jade-like, incomparably beautiful perfect face.

Li Yuxian was startled and pushed him away.

Xiao Fan was caught off guard and fell to the ground, looking at her with confused eyes, full of sadness:

“I’m sorry, Yingtai, I should have saved you then, I’m sorry…”

“It’s normal for you to hate me, I lied to you, I don’t deserve you, haha…”

As he spoke, he started crying, sobbing uncontrollably, like a child.

Li Yuxian then realized that she might have been a bit heavy-handed just now. She immediately went to help Xiao Fan up, wanting to put him back on the bed.

Li Yuxian had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem; a man who is three-tenths drunk can act until you cry.

Xiao Fan, on the other hand, seized the opportunity, holding her tightly and saying, “Yingtai, I miss you so much.”

Li Yuxian was somewhat stirred, and although she was being mistaken for someone else, she wouldn't take advantage of the situation and still said, “I’m not Yingtai.”

Xiao Fan didn’t listen and insisted she was!

Then, he cupped her face, looking at her expression in a drunken manner.

And Li Yuxian, with her cheeks flushed, did not resist at all; instead, she closed her eyes.

Yes, Li Yuxian’s feelings for Xiao Fan, from caution to curiosity, from curiosity to admiration, and from admiration to infatuation, changed so quickly that she herself might not even understand what was happening to her.

His vast knowledge, Righteous Qi, and perfectly tragic romantic persona, combined with his inherently peerless immortal appearance and the loss of his beloved, made her feel even more sympathetic. All these emotions combined within her, which is why she didn’t resist.

Perhaps, she also wanted to taste the bitterness of love, even if it felt a bit like taking advantage of someone.

Holy cow, she even closed her eyes!

Cut the Gordian knot!