1766: C1766 The Ten Fingers Were Connected to Each Other(part Iii)

C1766 The Ten Fingers Were Connected to Each Other(part Iii)

She could no longer hold back her tears. Her lover, who she loved day and night, appeared in front of her. Baihe suddenly threw herself into Lin Hao's arms. Her tears were dripping and her face looked haggard.1

Feeling the grief of the beauty in his arms, Lin Hao felt endless guilt in his chest. His hands trembled, and he just wanted to slap himself in the face a few times.

"Lin Hao... I miss you..."

Baihe's weeping and trembling voice entered Lin Hao's ears. It was as if thousands of knives and swords were slashing at his heart, making Lin Hao lack oxygen.

"Don't cry, don't cry. It's my fault. I ignored your feelings. Don't cry. If you cry like a little cat, you won't be cute anymore. Be good..."

Lin Hao gently patted Baihe's back as if he was coaxing a child.

Baihe did not care about so much. She was in love with her lover and had never given her comfort. She only wanted to stay in her arms until the end of time.

In the distance, an old man with white hair and a youthful face clenched his fists tightly. Tears were flowing in his eyes. He wanted to go up and hold the two of them, but he also endured it.

At this point, nothing he did would have any effect. It was only a matter between the two of them. No one had the right to separate or dissuade them.

"Sigh... There are eighty thousand words in the world. Only the word 'love' can kill the most... Lin Hao, I hope you don't make the wrong choice. Otherwise, you will end up like me. Without love, what is the use of this martial arts?"

Wu Yan's eyes dimmed. The north wind blew past the fallen leaves, making the old man's stooped figure look even more miserable.

After a long while, Yi finally stopped crying. She raised her head, her eyes slightly red.

"Lin Hao, am I really not pretty anymore... Is my eyes swollen? And I haven't combed my hair. I'm sorry..."

There was regret in Baihe's eyes. She had been thinking about how many days and nights she would have to show Lin Hao the most beautiful side if she saw him again.

However, after learning that Lin Hao had returned to the sect today, Baihe rushed back in a panic. The rouge powder was a little rusty when she picked it up. Even her favorite wooden comb did not feel anything when she looked at it today. It was because Baihe only cared about Lin Hao's crisis with a single thought.

She wanted to know whether Lin Hao was hurt or not. She wanted to know what Lin Hao needed right now. She wanted to know if Lin Hao still remembered her...

In Baihe's heart, she had not cared about the spiritual flowers that she usually took care of. How could she care about dressing up? In this empty Sect, no matter how beautiful she was dressed, who would look at her?

Lin Hao lowered his eyes and looked at Baihe gently. He raised his hand and gently wiped the tear stains on Baihe's face, "If you don't cry, you will be beautiful. Come, let's go into the room. I will comb your hair."

Baihe's face turned red and her heart raced. The instant of happiness almost made Baihe suffocate. She could not even give a complete answer and could only heavily say, "En!" A sound.

Lin Hao lightly exhaled and held Baihe's hand as he stepped into the room.

The fragrance and familiar setting made everything seem like yesterday. Lin Hao's eyes swept across Baihe's pink embroidered bed and suddenly saw a familiar thing.

A Longsword. The scabbard was incomparably exquisite and the hilt was small and exquisite. At a glance, it was clearly customized for a woman. This sword was also the Yellow Absolute Longsword that Lin Hao had personally refined for Baihe.

"Baihe... why did you place that sword on the bed?" Lin Hao did not understand and asked without hesitation.

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