Suddenly, a dark shadow dashed out from the corner ahead.

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"Ouch!"

Ping'er screamed in fright, her knees went weak and she almost fell.

"Are you... Ping'er?"

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The shadow in front of her suddenly called out her name.

Ping'er was stunned. Such a familiar voice, could it be…? Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! ?

"Ping'er? It is really you!"

The familiar voice sounded again, and a shadow emerged from the corner.

At this moment, a round moon hung from the treetops. Moonlight bathed that person's body, and a familiar face came into Ping'er's sight.

"Ever... Everlasting Immortal?"

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Ping'er's eyes widened, her voice trembling slightly.

More than half a year had passed, and she thought her heart had calmed.

When she saw him again, her heart still skipped a few beats.

He was even thinking that he had been so worried about HuaHua before, when visiting Laofu's house, he hadn't even bothered to comb his hair.

This hair is still from when I brushed it this morning. It's evening now, haven't I been messed around like a madman?

It must be so ugly, so messy, right?

Thinking about this, Ping'er suddenly felt a little inferior. She took two steps back and her gaze flickered slightly.

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Meanwhile, Yang Yongxian was also sizing up Ping'er.

"Six months have passed, you've lost a lot of weight." I blurted out what was on my mind.

After saying it, things became a little awkward.

Ping'er forced a wry smile. "You haven't lost any weight either."

Yang Yongxian asked Ping'er again, "You haven't been back to the village in these past six months. I presume you've had a pleasant time at the taverns in town?"

Ping'er nodded, "Well, it's okay. What about you?"

"What's wrong with me?" he asked.

Ping'er said, "You get along pretty well with your wife, don't you?"

Yang Yongxian's smile was a bit strained.

He mumbled a response, his gaze falling upon Ping'er's back.

"What's wrong with HuaHua?" he asked.

Mentioning this, Ping'er sighed and glanced at Huahua who was sleeping on her back. She then told Yang Yongxian about what had happened before.

"Come, I'll send you back."

Yang Yongxian said, stepping forward to take the flower from Ping'er's back, but Ping'er dodged.

“It’s fine, I can handle it myself. You go ahead and do your thing.” she said.

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Yang Yongxian felt a pang of disappointment.

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“It’s so late, you two fragile women, I don’t feel safe leaving you alone.” he said.

Ping'er also said, “It’s so late and you haven’t gone back yet. Your wife will be worried. You should go back as soon as possible!”

She slung the basket on her back and walked away. Yang Yongxian chased after her, took the child from her without a word, and held him in his arms, letting the child's head rest on his shoulder.

"It's late at night and Huahua is still sick, so don't push and shove with me anymore, just leave!"

Leaving those words, Yang Yongxian strode ahead holding Huahua in his arms.

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Ping'er stood frozen, staring at his back. A familiar warmth rose in her heart.

She lightly bit her lip and ran after him.

The two of them walked in silence, neither one willing to speak to the other.

Just as I passed the bridge and was about to reach the road directly in front of Yang Huazhong's house, a person ran towards me.

“Immortality?”

That person stood in the middle of the road, blocking Yang Yongxian and Ping'er's path.

Upon hearing the sound, Yang Yongxian's steps came to an abrupt halt.

He abruptly raised his head to look at the figure blocking the road ahead. In the moonlight, his face paled.

Ping'er panted and caught up. Seeing Yang Yongxian standing still, she looked at his suddenly changed face and was taken aback.

"Yongxian, what's wrong with you?" Ping'er asked.

Yang Yongxian didn't respond, but instead stared straight ahead.

Ping'er was surprised, and following his gaze, she looked over as well.

A young woman stood in the middle of the road. The moonlight was very bright, illuminating her attire, eyebrows, eyes and facial features clearly.

A peach-colored tunic, a grayish-brown skirt, her hair styled in a woman's bun at the top of her head, with a silver hairpin inserted.

A pair of silver earrings hung from her ears, swaying gently.

He has thick eyebrows and big eyes. His nose isn't very high, and his lips are a little small, but they are a bit thin.

He sipped lightly, frowning at them. The frost on his face deepened with each sip.

His whole body was trembling.

Ping'er was startled. This was... Li Xiu Xin?

Ping'er was also stunned, standing there frozen, not knowing what to say.

Here, Li Xiu Xin came back to her senses slightly. She sized up the three people standing before her.

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Yang Yongxian was carrying a sleeping child, a smile still lingering on her face.

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But the strange woman standing beside him, Li Xiu Xin, though she was seeing her for the first time, was certain that she was Ping’er.

That woman who gave him a sachet!

No wonder he couldn't forget her, this woman is truly stunning.

Especially this look of panic, like a little bird, is truly as the book says, a delicate flower.

If I were a man, I'm afraid I would also want to protect this delicate flower.

Li Xi Xin's heart felt sour and she was suffocatingly upset.

Especially seeing your own man standing with another woman, looking so well-matched.

It seemed like she was an outsider, that feeling of inferiority and bewilderment intertwined in her chest, the shadows that had finally faded after half a year were suddenly awakened once again.

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The newly formed scar was torn open in an instant, flesh and blood blurred!

She didn't say a word, just stood stiffly in the middle of the road, her eyes fixed on the couple.

Yang Yongxian also came back to his senses from the shock.

He took a deep breath, pressing down on the anxiety and worry inside him.

"Xiu Xin, I told you to wait for me in San Shu's main hall. Why are you out here all by yourself this late?" He asked with concern.

Li Xiuxin tugged at the corner of her lips, her resentful gaze still lingering on Ping'er, but her words were directed at Yang Yongxian.

“Your third and fourth younger brothers came back long ago. No wonder you didn't come back, so you were busy with these things.”

"Yang Yongxian, you are truly an honest and kind person!"

"I'm still foolishly worrying about you, running out to find you late at night, hehehe..."

Li Xiuxin smiled, but her laughter was even more unpleasant than crying.

Yang Yongxian understood Li Xiu's heart. He knew that the more she laughed coldly, the more her anger was churning within her, waiting to erupt into hysteria.

Over the past six months, he had grown accustomed to her hysteria and had become numb to her paranoia.

But tonight, he was very afraid of her like this.

Because Pi’er was there, he didn’t want to implicate innocent people.

“Xiu Xin, don’t do this. Things aren’t what you think!” Yang Yongxian quickly explained.

Li Xiuxin sneered and retorted, “What did I think? I didn't think about anything.”

Her eyes turned cold, and she gritted her teeth, saying: "I only believe what I see with my own eyes, Yang Yongxian, you liar!"