Suo Qingjun Chapter 23

Holding hands toward the evening

The red candle burned to the end, and the last spark struggled to dance, and finally disappeared on the desk.

The light from the sky shone in through the window lattice and fell on the hands clasped beside the bed.

Qing Feng’an was awakened by the warmth on her fingertips.He opened his eyes and saw Jin Xianling’s sleeping face.The young man’s brows and eyes had lost their former sinisterness and paranoia, and he slept peacefully. His long eyelashes drooped down, casting a small shadow under his eyelids, which made him look a bit childish.

His hand was still held by Jin Xianling, their palms touching each other, feeling warm.

Qing Feng’an didn’t move, just looked at him quietly.The frozen place in my heart seemed to be gradually melted away by the warmth, and a faint trace of tenderness flowed through it.

After an unknown amount of time, Jin Xianling’s eyelashes trembled and she slowly opened her eyes.

The moment their eyes met, Jin Xianling’s eyes flashed with panic, like a child who had done something wrong. He subconsciously wanted to let go of his hand, but he couldn’t.

“Master…Master.” His voice was hoarse as if he had just woken up, and his ears were quietly red, “I…”

Qing Feng’an looked at his appearance, and the smile in her heart became stronger.He did not withdraw his hand, but gently squeezed Jin Xianling’s palm. His voice was gentler than ever before: “Are you awake?”

This gentle greeting was like a thunder, causing Jin Xianling to freeze on the spot.Seeing the tenderness in Qing Feng’an’s eyes, his eyes suddenly became hot and he almost shed tears.

Five years of obsession, five years of madness, five years of caution, at this moment, it seems that they all have a destination.

“Yes.” Jin Xianling nodded heavily, her voice choked with sobs, “Wake up.”

He held Qing Feng’an’s hand tightly with his backhand, not with much strength, but with a firmness that could not be broken away.As if he was afraid that if he let go, the tenderness in front of him would disappear.

Qing Feng’an let him hold it, and her eyes fell on the hands held by the two of them.The warmth of the fingertips touching each other gradually spread over the limbs and bones, dispelling the last chill in the heart.

“From today on, there is no need to pretend to be Su Wanning.” Qing Feng’an spoke slowly, her voice calm but with unquestionable determination, “Disciples of the Xuanqing Sect must learn to accept the truth.”

Jin Xianling raised his head suddenly, his eyes full of disbelief: “Master, you…”

“I know, this is difficult.” Qing Feng’an interrupted him, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, but also a trace of relief, “But there is no need to put a layer of disguise between us.”

There is no need to stand between a calculated marriage, an innocent woman, and paranoia and madness.

Just be his Jin Xianling, just be his master.

Jin Xianling looked at him, her eyes completely red.He didn’t speak, he just threw himself into Qing Feng’an’s arms, burying his face in his neck, his shoulders shaking slightly.

Qing Feng’an’s body stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed.He raised his hand and patted Jin Xianling’s back gently, with an unfamiliar tenderness in his movements.

The warm moisture coming from the nape of her neck was Jin Xianling’s suppressed tears.

This crazy and paranoid young man was like a wronged child at this moment. In his arms, all pretense and defenses were removed.

“Master…” Jin Xianling’s voice was muffled, with a strong nasal sound, “I will never force you again, and I will never plot against you again, I…”

“I know.” Qing Feng’an interrupted him softly, brushing his soft hair with her fingertips, “I believe you.”

Three words, like a warm sun, dispelled all the gloom in Jin Xianling’s heart.

He raised his head, looked at the tenderness in Qing Fengan’s eyes, and raised a bright smile at the corner of his mouth. There were still undried tears in his eyes, but they were as bright as if they were filled with stars.

“Yeah!”

The skylight outside the window is getting brighter and brighter. Through the window lattice, it shines on the two people embracing each other, coating them with a faint golden light.

The sweet-scented osmanthus in the corner of the courtyard bloomed unknown when, and the breeze blew by, bringing bursts of sweet fragrance.

The disciples of the Xuanqing Sect were still talking about their sect leader’s “good wife”, but they didn’t know that their sect leader had already taken off all disguises and was holding hands with the paranoid and crazy disciple, looking at each other with gentle eyes.

And deep in the forbidden area, the black shadow appeared again.Xuan Qingling’s light flickered in the sky, but it didn’t come any closer.

It seems that even the hidden conspiracies cannot bear to disturb the tenderness of this room.

The red candles are gone and the morning light is just right.

Holding hands towards the evening, the rest of my life will be long.

Their story has just begun.

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