467: Chapter 467 Each Person's Night

In the end, Moli's little face fell.

She sighed listlessly.

"What are we going to do in the future then?"

"We can't just hide forever, can we?"

"I'm about to throw up from playing games all day."

As she spoke, a hint of grievance crept into her voice.

King Xuanyin looked at her like that, her nine fox tails swaying leisurely.

Her face was full of schadenfreude.

"That's your business."

"Anyway, I'm going back to the Tianlang Empire."

"Separated by half the galaxy, we won't see each other normally, so it will eventually fade away."

"As for you guys, you live in the same city as him."

"So... you'd better pray for yourselves."

Moli glared at her:

"You're gloating!"

King Xuanyin shrugged:

"I call this facing reality."

Moli lunged forward again.

This time, the two of them tangled into a heap.

Moli yanked King Xuanyin's hair, while King Xuanyin pinched Moli's cheeks; neither was willing to let go first.

King Feiyun and Ziyi watched from the side, neither stepping in to break them up.

In the end, Moli let go first, collapsing back breathlessly and staring at the ceiling:

"Every single one of you, you're all just here to laugh at me!"

King Xuanyin smoothed her disheveled hair, her eyes curving with laughter:

"Otherwise, why else?"

Moli rolled over in anger, burying her face in her arms and ignoring her.

After a while, the four of them dispersed one after another.

King Feiyun and Ziyi were the first to exit the Small World.

King Xuanyin stood up last, glancing at Moli with a slightly more serious tone than before:

"Don't be too discouraged either."

"Who knows, maybe one day we really will find a way."

Moli gave a muffled, vague "mm" from her arms without looking up.

King Xuanyin said nothing more, her figure gradually fading away at the entrance of the Small World.

The Mecha World fell silent once again.

Moli stayed inside alone.

After spacing out for quite a while, she finally logged out of the Virtual World.

Opening her eyes, the familiar bedroom ceiling came into view.

Moli lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling for a long time.

In her mind, she replayed the words Xuanyin had just said over and over again.

"The prettier a girl is, the easier it is for her to be influenced by him."

"Su Yingxue and the others, which one of them isn't outstandingly beautiful?"

"Who knows how many more girls he will ruin in the future."

As she thought about it, she suddenly rolled over and buried her face in her pillow.

The tips of her ears flushed red uncontrollably.

She didn't even know what she was thinking.

She only felt her heart skip a couple of beats, and her cheeks felt somewhat hot.

Muffled in the pillow, she muttered vaguely:

"So annoying..."

The voice was soft and muffled, stirring no response in the quiet room.

She rolled over again, pulling the blanket over her head.

Her small figure curled up under the covers, like a cat hiding itself.

...

King Feiyun exited the Virtual World and sat in her study for a long time.

The sky outside the window had completely darkened.

She didn't turn on the lights, just sitting there in the dark.

A book lay open on her desk, one she had read halfway through during the day, but now she couldn't register a single word.

She closed the book, her fingertips gently tracing the cover before putting it down.

King Xuanyin's words echoed repeatedly in her mind.

A special Origin, merging into the Soul, impossible to eliminate.

The prettier one is, the faster it merges.

She raised her hand to pinch the space between her brows and closed her eyes.

Having lived for nearly twenty thousand years, she had weathered countless storms.

Yet none had ever made her feel as helpless as this.

She couldn't fight him, couldn't run away, and couldn't avoid him.

Su Yingxue and the others came to her door every few days with visiting cards and gifts.

How long could she stay in closed-door cultivation? A year? Ten years?

It was impossible to never see anyone forever.

But as long as she saw Lin Yun—even if she only sensed his aura from afar—the emotions she had just suppressed would surge up once more.

King Feiyun opened her eyes and stared at the moonlight outside the window, remaining motionless for a long time.

Finally, she let out an extremely soft sigh, as if slowly exhaling a breath that had been trapped in her chest.

She would just take it one step at a time.

That was all she could do.

She stood up, walked to the window, and pushed it open.

The night breeze rushed in, carrying the moisture of the garden plants and the scent of the soil.

Standing by the window, she took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

The tangled thoughts behind her still clung to her, but she did not look back.

...

In Ziyi's residence, the lights also burned late into the night.

After returning from the Virtual World, she sat in her cultivation chamber for a while, attempting to enter meditation.

But her mind simply could not settle.

King Xuanyin's words, "If you can't even discover this, I can't hold out much hope for you," were like a tiny thorn pricking her heart.

She had cultivated for over seven thousand years and considered her perception to be sharp enough.

Yet that special Origin had silently merged into her Soul right under her nose, and she hadn't noticed a thing.

Even King Feiyun, a Ninth-Stage Sealing King with the Ethereal Physique, hadn't noticed any abnormality.

Ziyi let out a long sigh.

She stood up, pushed open the door, and stood in the corridor, looking at the night scene in the courtyard.

The moonlight turned the stone path white, and the shadows of the trees swayed gently in the night breeze.

She suddenly recalled the messages Lu Shan had sent her a few days ago.

"Little Aunt, do you not like me anymore?"

"Little Aunt, I made some pastries and want to bring them over for you to try."

"Little Aunt, when are you coming back?"

Thinking of those words, the corners of Ziyi's mouth curled up unconsciously.

After marrying into the Lin family, that girl had indeed become increasingly lively.

But immediately after, the smile faded.

The livelier Lu Shan was, the more comfortable she must be in the Lin family.

And the more comfortable she was, the better she and Lin Yun got along.

At this thought, that inexplicable flurry of emotion surged in Ziyi's chest once more.

She shook her head, suppressing those thoughts, and turned to walk back to her room.

She would just hide for as long as she could.

...

Tianlang Empire, King Xuanyin's Manor.

King Xuanyin had exited the Virtual World long ago, but she was not as carefree as she had appeared in front of Moli.

Leaning against the window and looking at the night sky, her gaze was somewhat vacant.

Just now in Moli's Small World, she had laughed easily and spoken calmly.

But only she knew how much of those words was true and how much was false.

Would it really fade with time?

She truly did not know.

Having lived for nearly ten thousand years, she had never felt this way about anyone.

She didn't know if this emotion would gradually dissipate over time.

Nor did she know if that aura merged into her Soul would automatically fade one day.

She wasn't sure.

She was even somewhat annoyed.

Annoyed at why her Soul's Divine Thought had to be so sharp.

If she couldn't sense that aura deep in her Soul, she might never have known she had been affected.

If she didn't know, she wouldn't care.

If she didn't care, she wouldn't be annoyed.

But as luck would have it, she could sense it.

That aura was rooted deep in her Soul like a tiny thorn, causing a faint ache when left inside, yet impossible to pull out.

She leaned against the window frame, the night breeze fluttering her pink hair, her nine tails hanging quietly behind her.

The moonlight fell on her face, making her exquisitely beautiful features look a bit cooler.

She looked down at her palm, turning it over and back again.

Finally, she let out a soft laugh.

The smile was very faint, carrying a self-deprecation she couldn't quite explain.

"Forget it."

She whispered, her voice so soft it sounded like she was talking to herself.

Then she closed the window and walked back to her bed.

The bedroom lights went out.

She lay down and closed her eyes.

The night was deep, and her breathing gradually stabilized.

Yet that aura still hung quietly deep in her Soul.

Like a tiny, unerasable speck of stardust.