Douluo: Why is Qian Renxue not in love anymore?

Chapter 104 Auction (10)

Qian Renxue's expression suddenly darkened, and a cold light flashed in her ice-blue eyes, as if it could freeze the air around her in an instant.

She slowly approached Li Muyun, and each step was accompanied by invisible pressure, causing Li Muyun to involuntarily take a half step back. The Eight Spider Lance soul bone in his hand seemed to feel the chill, and the light flickered slightly.

"Li Muyun, do you know the consequences of deceiving me?" Her voice was deep and full of majesty, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, with an unquestionable determination. The people around seemed to be shocked by this momentum, and cast surprised glances at her, but no one dared to step forward.

Li Muyun's face was as pale as paper. He knew that he could not hide it any longer, so he could only bite the bullet and explain: "Xue...Xiaoxue, I didn't mean to hide it. At the beginning, I really didn't know who Tang Hao was. It was only recently that I learned from other sources that the blacksmith in our village was Tang Hao. And Tang San, he...he was my childhood friend. I never thought that he would be Tang Hao's son."

When Qian Renxue heard this, the sharpness in her eyes gradually softened, as if the hardships she had experienced in two lifetimes had turned into spring water at this moment.

She sighed softly, and that sigh contained endless vicissitudes and understanding, as if it could penetrate the barriers of time. She slowly stretched out her hand, and her fingertips gently touched the back of Li Muyun's hand, which was tightly holding the soul bone. A warm and gentle force quietly flowed, soothing Li Muyun's nervous nerves.

"Muyun, you and I have known each other for many years. Your eyes can't deceive me."

Her voice was gentle but firm, with a trace of unquestionable sincerity, "I know you have a thousand concerns and a million frustrations in your heart. The matter of Tang Hao is a secret that you can't tell. You don't say it, and you have your reasons. I understand you."

At this moment, the auctioneer walked over with a smile on his face. His voice was clear and magnetic, echoing in the venue: "Dear guests, thank you for your presence and generous bidding. Now, please allow me to personally lead you to the VIP room to receive the precious items you have won in this auction."

Li Muyun said, "Then I'll trouble you to lead the way."

The auctioneer bowed gracefully, "Please follow me, both of you."

Li Muyun and Qian Renxue walked side by side, and the atmosphere between them was subtly eased by their previous conversation.

Qian Renxue said, "Muyun, I want to go to the Holy Soul Village to take a look."

Li Muyun whispered: "Tang Hao has indeed left the Holy Soul Village for many years. Your trip..." He stopped talking halfway and looked at Qian Renxue, his eyes full of confusion.

The auctioneer led Li Muyun and Qian Renxue through the ornately decorated corridor, and every step was almost silent on the soft carpet.

On both sides of the corridor, wall lamps inlaid with colorful gemstones emit a soft and mysterious light, making everything seem both real and dreamy.

Li Muyun turned his head to look at Qian Renxue beside him. She had a faint smile on her face, but her eyes were filled with deep thoughts. He asked softly, "Tang Hao is no longer in the Holy Spirit Village. Do you still insist on going?"

Qian Renxue did not stop, but just turned her head slightly, her eyes passing through the corridor where light and shadow intertwined, as if she could penetrate all obstacles and see farther.

"I'm not going to Holy Soul Village just to find Tang Hao." Her voice was light and firm, with a hint of tenderness that was barely noticeable. "I want to see what kind of parents can raise such an excellent soul master like you."

Li Muyun's heart was gently stirred by Qian Renxue's words, and his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the familiar and warm little house. He seemed to be able to smell the aroma of food wafting from his mother Li Xingyue's kitchen, which was the smell of home, warm and peaceful.

He remembered that the last time he went back, he stood in front of the door and gently pushed it open. His mother, Li Xingyue, was sitting by the window, sewing clothes for him carefully with needle and thread in her hands. "Mom, I'm back." Li Muyun said softly, his voice full of joy and peace of mind at home.

Li Xingyue looked up, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, then she put down the needle and thread in her hand, walked over quickly, looked her son up and down, her eyes full of love and care.

"Muyun, you're finally back, and you've lost weight." As she spoke, she took Li Muyun's hand and led him to sit at the table. The table was already filled with his favorite dishes, steaming hot and filled with fragrance.

Li Muyun's mind flashed with his mother Li Xingyue's slightly angry yet loving smile. She gently patted the back of his hand, her eyes flashing with expectations for the future.

"Muyun, you always say Xiao Ai is your good friend, but when I look at the two of you, the tacit understanding in your eyes is not just friends. Look, all the young men your age in the village have already started a family and a career. I don't ask you to be rich, I just hope you can have a companion who understands you."

As she spoke, Li Xingyue turned around and took out a yellowed album from the cabinet, gently opened it, and pointed to a photo of her youth to show Li Muyun.

"Look, this is when your dad and I just got married. He was your age. Back then, life was hard, but with him by my side, I felt I had nothing to fear."

Upon hearing this, Li Muyun's face flushed, and her mother's slightly teasing yet expectant look reappeared in her mind.

He coughed lightly, trying to change the subject, but the image of Xiao Ai involuntarily emerged in his mind - the girl who always smiled and had infinite tenderness in her eyes.

"Mom, don't worry about it. Xiao Ai and I...we are really just good friends." There was a hint of helplessness in his words, yet there was also an imperceptible tenderness hidden in them.

As soon as Li Muyun finished speaking, Li Xingyue shook her head gently with a loving smile on her lips, as if she saw through her son's thoughts.

She stood up, walked to the window, and gently opened the curtains, allowing the warm sunlight to fill the entire room and illuminate the faces of mother and son.

"Muyun, your father passed away early, and you are the only one I can rely on. Seeing you grow up day by day, I am both happy and anxious. I like Xiao Ai from the bottom of my heart. She is virtuous and gentle, and she has nothing to say about you. Look at you two, you grew up together, and your feelings are so deep."

Although Li Muyun repeatedly explained that the friendship between him and Xiao Ai was pure, Li Xingyue just smiled and shook her head. Her eyes, which had experienced many hardships but were still gentle, were full of nostalgia for the past years and longing for her son's future.

She gently patted Li Muyun's shoulder and motioned him to look out the window at the sky dyed golden by the sunset. "Look, this sunset is so beautiful, just like your mother's mood when she married your father. Your father always said that it is not easy for a person to meet someone who makes his heart beat and is willing to stay with him until old age. You are nineteen years old, a grown man. Mom doesn't ask for anything else, but hopes that you can find someone who makes your heart beat and is willing to accompany you through thick and thin as soon as possible."

As she spoke, Li Xingyue turned around and took out a hand-knitted sweater from the closet, carefully gesturing at his shoulder, "Look, this is one that Mom knitted for you and Xiao Ai, thinking that one day you two could wear it together, how nice that would be."

In her words, the desire for her son's happiness and the sweet memories of the past were intertwined, filling the whole room with a warm and slightly sentimental atmosphere.

As the warm memories in Li Muyun's heart gradually faded, he and Qian Renxue followed the auctioneer into an elegantly decorated room.

(End of this chapter)