Xue Ying whispered.
"I know. I just want to tell him that he managed to make the True Immortal Palace surrender, avoiding a war, preventing countless families from being torn apart, and lives from being destroyed. For that reason alone..."
Xuan Yue spoke softly, "I don't hate him anymore."
Xue Ying didn't speak; she just held his hand tightly, standing quietly by his side.
After a moment of deep thought, as if feeling that all these were already meaningless, Xuan Yue chuckled wryly, "Don't worry, I'm fine. It's all in the past, we need not dwell on it, but should look forward to the future."
"Right, looking forward to the future."
Xue Ying nodded her head.
The two exchanged a smile, hand in hand they walked together, blending into the soft morning sunlight to the accompaniment of the lively voices of the disciples.
...
Xuan Yue might or might not know.
