Yiguo, Baigang City.

These days, Kamiori has been in a state of flux. Every time she recalls the conversation she had with Yin Gechuan a few days ago when she was admiring the camellia flowers at Chilan Temple, she felt distraught and couldn't sleep at night......

That day, they were chatting and playing in the Qilan Temple, when Yin Gechuan suddenly turned around and asked her, "Miss Shenori agreed to this marriage, but in fact, it was a last resort, right?"

Kamiori's smile instantly froze on his face when he heard this, and he didn't know why he asked that.

"How could you think that?" she asked.

"Because Miss Kamiori is a very good girl, I feel a little ashamed. He smiled a little ashamedly, but the clear smile on his face still floated like a breeze, not only did it make people feel half uncomfortable, but it made people feel a little pity.

"How can it be? You are the number one in the martial arts list, and you are the number one figure in the entire Xuan Realm," Kamiori said and smiled slightly, "Do you know? Before I met you, whenever the people around me mentioned you, they all looked up to you with admiration, and everyone thought you were a very mysterious. ”

"Originally, I also thought that the number one on the martial arts list should be a very cold and difficult person to approach, but then I often heard Lan'er mention you, she said that you are a very gentle and kind person, not as rumored. Now that I really know you, I believe what she says. ”

After hearing this, Yin Gechuan smiled and said nothing, and after a long time, he asked her again: "Shenweaving, have you heard of the Spirit Clan's Youlan Pavilion?"

"I've heard of it, but I don't know much about it, we have never had a deep relationship with the Spirit Clan. ”

"I don't want to deceive the Kamiori girl," Yin Gechuan suddenly stopped and looked at her, "I used to worship the immortal lord of the Youlan Pavilion as a teacher, but then because of an incident that caused the dissatisfaction of the Spirit Clan, I was expelled from the Youlan Pavilion," he said, and he smiled a little helplessly: "To be honest, my reputation in Yasukuni is not very good, especially after angering the Spirit Clan, because the Shogunate Mansion and the Youlan Pavilion have been friends for generations, so this marriage contract was actually made by the Shogunlong Mansion in order to break off the relationship with me." ”

"Originally, my aunt told me not to talk about it, but I don't want to hide it from you, after all, this is a lifelong event, and I think you have the right to know some of my unbearable past. ”

"That's the case," Kamiori nodded thoughtfully after hearing this, "It's indeed a little surprising, because if you want to say that the number one in the martial arts list was expelled from the sect, it is estimated that everyone will not believe it in anyone's ears." But what are you for?"

Yin Gechuan stretched out his hand, and his fingertips gently touched the white camellia in front of him, which was as white as jade and as beautiful as his face, and after a long time, he said calmly: "Because I love the Immortal Lord of Youlan." ”

A breeze blew, and the camellia swayed gently in his hand, delicate but as if vulnerable.

The smile on Kamiori's face faded, and she felt a little lost, and a little unbelievable that he could fall in love with her master and say it so calmly.

"So I want to tell you this now," he said to her, still smiling, smiling like a simple child, "and while everything is not a foregone conclusion, if you feel that it is not suitable, you can refuse this marriage, and I will not complain at all." ”

"And do you still love her now?" she asked, knowingly.

"Perhaps, but I'll try to forget about her, because it's impossible for the two of us after all. He lowered his head with some regret, but there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was intoxicated with a beautiful dream and did not want to wake up. He stroked the white jade petals of the camellia in his hand, closed his eyes slightly, sniffed its faint fragrance, and his fingertips seemed to run across the light white veil on the fairy's body.

"I don't want to embarrass Kamiori girl, and I'm really sorry if I hurt your feelings. ”

"If I marry you, will you do your best to forget her for my sake?" asked Kamiori, holding on to the last glimmer of hope.

Yin Gechuan's fingers easily opened the white camellia, and his eyes reluctantly left it, looking at the more colorful and dazzling flowers on the other side of the lake.

"In that case, I'm willing to do my best to forget her for your sake. ”

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In the evening, Kamiori shuttled alone through the dark verandahs of the Kamifu, and she had never felt so lonely since she was a child. Sometimes she also asks herself, obviously there are many people who cherish her, such as her aunt, who treats her like her own daughter, and for example, her grandfather and grandfather, who love her, but for some reason, she still feels a little empty from time to time.

She sat a little bored on the carved wooden railing on the side of the verandah, vaguely feeling that there seemed to be someone there in the dark place not far away, but she was not afraid, she didn't need to look at her to know that it was the breeze there, and he would follow him inseparably wherever she went.

Qingfeng is three years older than her, and she is a teenager who was saved by chance when she was eleven years old ten years ago.

That year, there had just been a fierce battle between the Yinji Sect and the Xuanwu Tomb Mansion, and both sides suffered heavy losses in that war, and Kamiori's parents were also tragically killed because of it.

It was her saddest time, and in those days she closed herself off and didn't talk to anyone, as if she had lost interest in anything, until she met the breeze......

He was a prisoner of war captured by the people of the Silver Bun Sect from Heng Kingdom, and was originally going to be executed, but that day Kamiori accidentally passed by the execution ground where the prisoners were executed, and saw those poor people being branded as slaves, and then pushed into a huge iron cage, which held three hungry wolves with sharp fangs, and in an instant they would tear the advancing captives to pieces.

Kamiori didn't like this bloody scene, she was just about to leave, but suddenly heard the wail of a hungry wolf from the iron cage, and when she looked back, she saw a thin young man, stabbing the sharp piece of iron in his hand into the throat of a hungry wolf, he looked at the other two hungry wolves as if he were at home, there was no fear in his eyes, only unwillingness and resentment.

The two hungry wolves pounced on the young man, and the young man pounced on the hungry wolf like a beast, scuffling with them and fighting. Kamiori had never seen anything like that, and at that moment, she saw a man in a desperate situation, knowing that there was no hope, knowing that there was no chance of victory, but still desperately resisting, as if he was unwilling to give in humbly even if he died with the hungry wolf.

She saw his struggle against an unjust fate, and saw his desperate desire to live, so she finally chose to save him.

She took the boy back to her lodgings and asked the best doctor to treat him, but he had a high fever for seven days, and when he woke up, he completely lost his memory of the past, who he was, and he didn't remember what had happened.

"I'll call you 'Qingfeng,'" eleven-year-old Kamiori leaned over the bed, looked at the handsome but still a little weak young man lying on the bed, and said, "I hope you can be by my side like a breeze, okay?"

The boy looked at her for a long time, and he nodded expressionlessly.

Qingfeng never smiled, and always wore only a black dress. When Kamiori was a child, he tried all kinds of ways to make him laugh, but he didn't seem to be born to laugh, his face was stiff, as if he was wearing a cold mask, and coupled with his superior talent for martial arts training, the people of the Silver Bun Sect soon forgot that he was a prisoner of war, and they were all afraid of him.

But only Kamiori knows that beneath his ruthless exterior must be a deep heart.

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