The landscape was bathed in silver moonlight, a tranquil ocean of shadows and shimmering highlights.
Only the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze interrupted the stillness.
In this ethereal setting, a single figure emerged: a girl in ice-blue, moving as if she had stepped out of a dream.
She radiated a mysterious, otherworldly beauty, a presence both delicate and uncatchable.
Her gown, flowing like a gentle river, swayed with the breeze.
The fabric's icy hue reflected the moonlight, casting a soft glow that enhanced her graceful form.
Long hair, the color of flowing glaciers, tumbled over her shoulders, strands drifting lightly with each motion, adding a touch of playful elegance.
Her face, framed by the soft glow of moonlight, was ethereal.
Deep eyes sparkled like a hidden lake, holding untold stories.
Her pale lips curved in a faint, almost secret smile, delicate as a flower blossoming beneath the stars.
Unbeknownst to anyone, she had reached the edge of Yuan Longxuan's resting place. Bathed in moonlight, she appeared both ghostly and real, her presence blending seamlessly with the night.
Her gaze dropped to him, the boy she had thought of for over two years.
Moonlight kissed her skin, rendering it translucent, her eyes full of anticipation and longing.
Softly, she slipped off her black leather boots, her movements light and graceful, like a butterfly dancing in the night.
Her skirt fluttered around her, a bloom of icy petals.
Every motion carried rhythm, every step harmony, a silent dance with the moon and stars.
Yuan Longxuan stirred, sensing her presence, and slowly opened his eyes. Before he could fully identify her, a small, gentle hand covered his eyes.
A new sensation, sweet and refreshing, touched his lips.
The delicate taste lingered in his mouth, a flavor unfamiliar yet enchanting, warming his senses in ways he had never experienced.
The soft touch pressed against his chest, gentle yet filled with life.
The night remained silent, musicless, save for the wind and the silver glow of moonlight.
Yet the girl's dance spoke volumes: a pure expression of vitality, of emotion, of a heart unafraid to reach for beauty.
Each movement conveyed her love for life and her pursuit of elegance, silent yet eloquent.
In the deep night, under the moon's watchful gaze, her presence breathed life into the still world.
Her beauty was more than skin-deep; it was the radiance of a soul untouched by pretense, steadfast in its admiration of the world.
As her dance continued, she seemed to fade into the moonlight, becoming one with the night sky.
Yet her delicate steps, her playful yet sincere gestures, left an indelible impression on Yuan Longxuan's heart.
The night, the moonlight, the soft, mysterious silhouette..they combined into a dreamlike painting of fleeting beauty.
Elsewhere, at the Ice-Fire Duality Eye, a different scene unfolded.
A disheveled, middle-aged man in tattered clothing appeared at a remote clearing.
With slow, deliberate movements, he worked on constructing a simple wall, illuminated by moonlight.
Behind him, a shadowy green figure silently emerged, eyes sharp and hostile.
Who dares trespass on my domain? State your purpose."
The newcomer, dressed in dark green, was none other than the Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo.
"Heh, nothing much. Just here to bring back my wayward adopted son," the man replied calmly.
He glanced at the youth laboring under the moonlight, then turned to Dugu Bo.
"Though he brought this suffering upon himself, I know the full story.
He's endured hardships here for over two years. Perhaps this eases some of the anger you and your grandson once held."
Dugu Bo was momentarily taken aback; the stranger knew far more than he expected.
Heh! Dare to covet my granddaughter and trespass on my domain? This boy will remain my medicine slave for life!"
Dugu Bo's temper flared. Whoever dared cross his bottom line....no one was allowed to escape punishment.
"Dugu Bo, there's no need to be so hasty in your refusal.
Although Xiaochuan was in the wrong first, I believe he must have realized his mistakes.
Just consider it giving me some face."
The middle-aged man sighed, powerless yet conflicted. Originally, he had no intention of interfering with this stray boy, but over the years, he had grown somewhat soft-hearted. He had seen him suffer for over six years.
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