The night breeze was cool.
On the balcony, the charcoal still glowed red, the meat skewers had cooled, and the half-eaten corn lay abandoned on the plate.
Senior Sister truly didn't like barbecue; she only liked beer.
Drunk again, her small head swayed back and forth.
“Junior Brother… have I… have I told you I like you the most?”
Her face flushed, she stammered, as if afraid to speak, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
Fang Xuan was momentarily stunned.
She sat opposite him, holding the beer can with both hands, looking at him, then quickly averting her gaze when their eyes met.
But after looking away, she couldn't help but look back.
Just like years ago… the first time she said such loving words.
In the small courtyard of the Qingyun Sect, the apricot tree had just bloomed. She stood beneath it, said half a sentence, and then ran off.
“Mhm, Senior Sister has said it many times,” he replied.
She tilted her head, slowly leaning in to kiss him.
But her body swayed, unable to find the right direction.
She stared at his mouth for a while before closing her eyes and leaning in for a kiss.
She missed, landing a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
She frowned, kissed him again, but still missed slightly.
A little anxious, she kissed him haphazardly, her cool nose brushing against his cheek.
Her lips were soft too, carrying the scent of beer…
...
The moon hung above the opposite rooftop, casting a pale light on the balcony.
The red glow of the charcoal reflected on her face, mixing with the moonlight.
Fang Xuan also suddenly spoke, “Senior Sister, have I told you I love you very much?”
But she didn't reply.
Fang Xuan looked down; she had already fallen asleep on his lap.
Her breathing was light, her lips still curved upwards, dreaming of who knew what.
Fang Xuan remained still, sitting quietly.
The night breeze blew her hair onto the back of his hand, tickling him.
After a while, Ning Xian drowsily woke up again.
“Is it very late?”
“Mhm.”
She sat up, rubbed her eyes, her hair a mess, her face still flushed from the alcohol.
She yawned.
“Junior Brother, hurry and come to bed with me, hiccup~”
Fang Xuan smiled and repeated what she hadn't heard earlier.
“Senior Sister… have I told you I love you very much?”
“Mhm mhm… Junior Brother has said it many times, I remember every single one…”
“You said it three times on Qingyun Sect mountain, once in Qingshi Town, fourteen times in the small courtyard in Xunyuan Town, six times in the holy land of the Upper Realm, and in this world, you said it…”
As she counted, her head tilted, and she fell asleep again…
Fang Xuan waited a long time, and only after confirming she wouldn't wake up again did he pick her up.
The balcony was a mess of cups and plates, the charcoal still glowing. He'd clean it up tomorrow.
Forget it. With a wave of his hand, he stored everything in his system space to gather dust. Next time, he'd just buy a new set.
Ning Xian stirred in his arms and woke up again.
She mumbled drowsily, “Junior Brother, tonight we haven't even started doing…”
“Mhm,” Fang Xuan replied.
Anyway, Senior Sister would surely fall asleep again soon.
She was so sleepy her eyes wouldn't open, yet she was still thinking about this.
“Good night, Senior Sister…”
...
As for what came after, it was just an ordinary life.
Well, with a silly Senior Sister around, how could it be ordinary?
Life hadn't changed much.
She still loved beer, loved sitting on the balcony lost in thought, loved hugging him from behind while he cooked, pressing her face against his back and asking what they were having for dinner.
She was still so sensitive, never lasting until the end, yet always stubbornly claiming she was very capable.
She would still say, “Don't just touch Senior Sister's head,” when he stroked her hair, but she no longer dodged him. Sometimes, she would even lean into his touch.
Fang Xuan sometimes thought of the past.
He remembered the bamboo courtyard of Qingyun Sect, remembered her teaching Junior Brother how to practice swordplay, remembered her crying in his arms.
Those memories felt distant yet close, as if they had happened just yesterday.
He had also wondered if he should go back.
Back to the cultivation world, back to that world with laws, realms, and endless battles.
But every time he saw Senior Sister curled up on the sofa watching TV, clutching a cushion, skillfully changing channels, he'd decide against it.
This place was good enough.
There was beer, barbecue, a washing machine, a microwave she'd never learn to use, and a silly Senior Sister.
That was enough.
However, if he wanted to go back, it would be very simple, as would returning to Blue Star.
As for the System, it was just his slave…
Just like three days ago.
【Useless sex slave Fang Xuan, I am now issuing you a task: thoroughly train Master Ning Xian.】
【Reward: Two-Worlds Shuttle.】
I want it, I want it, please System.
He almost poked a hole through the screen, terrified the System would go back on its word…
...
Ning Xian sometimes thought of the past too.
She remembered the paths they had walked together, the battles they had fought, the tribulations they had overcome…
The sunlight from outside the window streamed in, falling on the sofa and on her hair.
Fang Xuan looked at her profile, suddenly remembering how, long ago at Qingyun Sect, she used to sunbathe just like this.
Back then, they had only just met. She was still fierce, constantly threatening to punish him severely.
But every time she spoke of punishing him, the tips of her ears would turn red.
...
The curtains billowed in the wind, their shadows swaying across the floor.
With her by his side, every day was long, very, very long.
Long enough to remember every small detail, every laugh, every time she called him Junior Brother.
Even one day was long, let alone a thousand days…
Ten thousand days, a hundred thousand days…
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