Leng Yaoshan just hummed twice and stopped talking.

Leng Yumo turned to look at Jingyuan, raised the corners of her lips and smiled: "Little monk, I really want to say goodbye this time."

Jingyuan moved his lips, wanting to ask her if she really didn't have any friendship at all?

But when the words came to his lips, they still didn't come out.

He clasped his hands together and lowered his long eyelashes. The golden-red cassock made his skin as white as jade, but also cold.

"Amitabha, donor Yumo, see you later."

After saying this, Jingyuan turned and left.

His steps were very slow, as if this way he could feel the girl's breath longer.

But no matter how slowly you walk, it will eventually disappear, and you will never see or feel it again.

Those dimmed eyes flashed unconsciously in his mind.

And the loss and attachment that cannot be hidden in those eyes...

Farewell, maybe it will be forever.

In the vast three realms and the vast world of mortals, they will never meet again.

He didn't even thank him properly for getting the purest soul-nourishing pond water for himself.

And when he sees that he is in danger, he rushes to rescue him desperately.

Jingyuan's footsteps paused, his eyes shining with an unprecedented light.

He suddenly turned around, as if he had forgotten that he could teleport and fly, and ran towards the direction he came from.

…

Leng Yumo stared blankly at the young monk's back, and suddenly felt as if someone had taken a piece of her heart away.

She touched her face, expecting to feel some tears.

But nothing?

Then he couldn't help but chuckle.

I cursed in my heart: Leng Yumo, your mother has now learned to mourn the spring and autumn, and is so pretentious!

How reluctant could she be to let go of the man her mother had been with for three days? Who could she show to her like this?

If it were a normal unmarried man, she would probably give up all her reserve and pursue him.

But he is a young monk who devotes himself to Buddha?

Are we still going to force the monk to return to secular life and make him give up his faith?

Leng Yumo raised her head and looked at the blue sky.

This time, I felt a bit of bitterness and soreness in my eyes.

The feeling of emptiness in my heart.

At this time, it would be nice if my brothers were by my side.

Senior brother, second senior brother, third senior brother, fourth senior brother, junior sister... Xiao Qi.

If only they were by my side...

"Fourth Senior Sister! Fourth Senior Sister!! Is it really you?!"

Just as he was thinking this, the young man's excited voice floated from the sky, approaching from far away, and in an instant he was in front of Leng Yumo.

Leng Yumo opened her eyes suddenly, and what she saw was a handsome face with dimples.

"Fourth Senior Sister! Wow, it's really Fourth Senior Sister, I finally found you."

Luoyu got off the flying puppet without even touching the ground with his feet. He rushed over to hug Leng Yumo.

Leng Yumo caught the person, and after a while he heard his slightly hoarse voice: "Xiao Qi, why are you here?"

"Fourth Senior Sister, why are you here again? By the way, this is the soul-nurturing pond. Are you here to see Aunt Leng?"

Luo Yu hit himself on the head: "I'm so stupid, why didn't I expect to see you here?"

Listen to the young man's chirping voice, listen to his cheerful laughter, and feel his warm and sincere embrace.

The sadness and emptiness in my heart seemed to slowly disappear in an instant.

The smile on Leng Yumo's face slowly bloomed, and she stretched out her arms to hug Luo Yu tightly.

yes!

What is there for her to be sad about? What is there to be sad about?
Chapter completed!