Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 392

Chapter 392: 177. Late Stage of Purple Mansion, Perfect 100 Years (8.1K words - Large Chapter Seeking Subscription)_2

Song Yan cupped his hands around the large porcelain bowl, closed his eyes, and inhaled the aroma of the noodle soup and its toppings, including poached eggs. He felt an overwhelming sense of disbelief in his heart.

It was as if a wandering vagabond who roamed mountains and rivers suddenly found a home; a heart that had endured loneliness and pain for countless years suddenly found a chance for peace.

This feeling was particularly wondrous, especially for someone like him, who had long been deceitful and stopped speaking the truth to anyone.

He still couldn’t believe that someone would actually cry out of concern for him.

Song Yan took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

He indulged himself because there wasn’t any deeper affection. Now that he had it, he refrained from indulgence because this affection already provided him with joy far beyond any indulgence.

Killing can be deep, cunning can be deep, indulgence can be deep, and so too... can love be deep.

He decided to dive deep into this because it made him feel happy, a kind of happiness from "seeking and obtaining."

He wasn’t a man with a heavy disposition for killing, but if anyone were to destroy his happiness, he would make them regret being born.

To make this happiness perfect, he had already invested his true feelings and had removed the Blood Slave Ancient Talisman.

Soon, An Li sat down across from Song Yan, cupping her hands around her noodle bowl, and glanced up at the man in the dark opposite her. That man was neither White Senior Brother’s face nor his character, but none of it seemed to matter anymore.

She quietly gazed at him, feeling an indescribable sweetness in her heart, but also a peculiar fear.

"I..."

She began hoarsely.

Then she coughed and cleared her throat, looking seriously at the man who was earnestly looking at her, and said frankly, "I... want to have a snowball fight."

Song Yan was momentarily stunned, then couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

Over the past year or so, he had come to understand what kind of woman An Li had become.

Stern, rigid, with the demeanor of an old professor in a private school, or an old nun in a chapel.

Can you imagine a strict old professor or an old nun having a snowball fight?

An Li watched him motionlessly, listening to him laugh, her expression growing more serious.

Song Yan grabbed his chopsticks, scooped a large mouthful of noodles, and slurped them while saying, "Then hurry up, it’s getting dark."

An Li replied earnestly, "When it’s dark, we can use lanterns."

Song Yan said, "Whether we want to or not, we’re having a snowball fight today, right?"

An Li said, "That’s not what I meant."

Song Yan smiled and said, "Neither did I."

Seeing him smile, An Li finally chuckled lightly and then lowered her head to quickly eat her noodles.

Her culinary skills had improved considerably.

After the meal, the two stood in the snow, having promised to have a snowball fight but only threw a few casual shots. Once both of their clothes were snow-covered, they stopped. An Li sighed with frustration and said, "I don’t know why, but I can never find a relaxed feeling. I always... want to take everything seriously, even having a snowball fight is no exception." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Suddenly, Song Yan said, "Then stop doing Alchemy."

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