He went to find Qingli.

He wanted to save her.

The arrogant and invincible demon lord knelt on the top of Canglan Peak for three days and three nights.

With his strength, he can directly kill it.

But he climbed the stairs step by step, knelt motionless at the door of the main hall, and waited quietly.

It seems that only by doing this can I feel a little better.

Early morning of the fourth day.

Qingli finally met him.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief as if he had seen a glimmer of light.

He stayed at Canglan Peak for two hours.

As he descended the mountain, his cheekbones were a little red, and the corners of his mouth were bruised.

The flat placket was also full of wrinkles, and there were a lot of mud stains on the back.

But he didn't care at all, and hung his head, walking slowly, aimlessly.

With her, the ends of the earth are home.

Without her, even if she has thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, she is still adrift.

He didn't know where to go.

He wanted to go to the peach grove to see her.

But I was afraid that she didn't want to see him.

The young man's head hung very low, and the bottom of his eyes was dim, like a thick night, without a trace of stars and moonlight.

He leaned against a tree and slowly slid to the ground.

Qingli said that her real body was an orchid by the Yao Pond.

Because of his medicine, she couldn't use immortal arts, let alone absorb the essence of heaven and earth, just like flowers and plants would gradually wither without land and fertilizer.

She will get sick more and more easily, and her health will get worse and worse.

At last...... will die.

Qingli said that she became like this, and she blamed him for everything.

If she had stayed in Canglan Peak, she would not have ended up like this.

Qingli said that even if it was him, there was nothing he could do.

She's sick like this, and she's ......

Too late.

Even if she is a god, even if she changes her life against the sky again, she can't save her.

Qingli hit him.

No weapons, no immortals.

It's hand-to-hand.

He endured it in silence.

No matter how Ren Qingli beat or scolded, he stood there motionless, with his head down, clutching the corners of his clothes tightly, like a child who had done something wrong.

When he was a child, he was like this, even if she was angry, she couldn't get out a little.

He received a punch in the face, staggered on his feet, and fell to the ground.

He looked at the clear blue sky in a daze, and suddenly felt a little sad.

Even if he were like this now, she wouldn't forgive him.

After all, anyone is treated like that.

I can't forgive ......

He sat on the ground for a long time.

Sit from day to night.

My mind was full of her voice and smile.

He finally couldn't help it and went to the peach forest.

So he went and looked at it from a distance.

Just a glance.

The moon is shining brightly this night, and the Milky Way is vast.

The light veil fluttered by the window, and the cicadas chirped.

The boy landed lightly on the branches, and a few petals of peach blossoms fell, and the wind blew into the room.

The girl was half-lying on the bed, half-covered by the quilt, her long hair was scattered over her shoulders, and her small face was much thinner.

She held the book in her arms, she didn't know what she dreamed of, the corners of her mouth were shallowly curved, her butterfly-like eyelashes trembled lightly, and her sleeping face was sweet.

The dim candlelight reflected her shadow on the paper window, and he reached out and touched it.

Under the moonlight, that posture is far away.

It was as if a couple were snuggling together, and the boy gently put his arm around the girl's shoulders and stroked her head.

The boy smiled contentedly.

He didn't come into her heart.

But she just had a shallow smile that made his life magnificent.

He left at dawn and, as he had promised, never reappeared.

It's enough for her to be happy.

Seven days later, at noon.