Chapter 521: Let Go
They had been apart for five years.
Five years is a long time, and many things seem to have blurred. She no longer often reminisces about the time they were together; everything from the past feels like a dream, and he is just a beautiful illusion in her dream.
Until this moment, until he held her fingers tightly like this, the scenes from the past surged in, and she finally realized how he had truly existed in her life.
This, it turns out, is what love feels like.
Love is awakened in the moment of reunion, without needing any words.
Su Yu gazed deeply at her, but remained silent throughout.
She didn’t dare to look into his eyes, didn’t dare to meet his gaze. After a brief hesitation, she tried to withdraw her hand, but his grip was too tight, as if he didn’t want to give her any chance to break free.
Han Jing’s eyes spread with intense pain.
She momentarily closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, they were cold and clear.
She stared icily at that familiar hand and parted her lips lightly: "Let go."
Su Yu’s face was expressionless, and he did not react to her cold "let go." It was as if he used all his strength to tightly grip that hand, causing her some pain.
"Let..."
As Han Jing started to speak the second word, he finally released her hand, then turned his face away, his gaze falling into the empty scenery outside the window, losing focus.
He sat there coldly, clad in thin black clothes, lonely like a sculpture.
Han Jing stepped forward to pick up Xiao Xue, without glancing at him again, and turned to leave.
Xiao Xue lay on Han Jing’s shoulder, her eyes still glistening with unshed tears. She looked at Su Yu and suddenly felt a sourness in her nose. She used her little chubby hand to wipe her eyes, unable to hold back the tears that had already fallen to the corners of her eyes.
She only remembered to wave her hand to Ling Xiang upon reaching the door: "Goodbye, Brother Xue Xi, thank you."
Thank you for bringing me to see my father, even though my mother said he wasn’t.
Ling Xiang tightly pursed his thin lips, nodding slightly toward her.
Ghost Ancestor followed Han Jing and her daughter out, and Qing You who came along also went with them.
Ghost Ancestor was leaving, and the people outside naturally didn’t dare to stop him. Even if they wanted to act brave and step forward to question his unauthorized entry, they retreated in fear upon seeing Ghost Ancestor’s eerie, ghost-like face.
Lan Ling still stood in place, clenching his fingers, his brows furrowed into knots, and his eyes inexplicably felt very sour.
When he was young and mischievous, he always liked to sneak out of Ghost Realm when his master wasn’t around, just like Xiao Xue now, eager to take a stroll outside. Xiao Xue had someone watching her, so she couldn’t run far, but once he indeed ran far away. Then he got lost in a deserted mountain. At that time, for some unknown reason, although he could rely on spiritual insects to find his way back, he simply didn’t want to go back, thinking if he used the spiritual insects to guide him, he would end up back in Ghost Realm.
He didn’t want to go back; he wanted to break out on his own into a beautiful world.
Yet imagination is beautiful, and reality is cruel. He accidentally fell off a cliff; though he survived thanks to his skills, he was unlucky to be caught on a tree branch on the cliff face. Starvation made his eyes dim, and he couldn’t go up or down and was just left hanging there, worrying about when the little tree would break.
He felt he was probably going to die.