“For I do not believe either—but right now, for you, I want to believe.”
Ling Yu shook his head. After speaking, he walked to a nearby vendor, bought a red ribbon, and asked for a brush.
Tang Wan tried to peek at what he was writing, but Ling Yu wouldn’t let her. He even told her to turn around.
Tang Wan pouted. Fine, then. She wouldn’t look. It wasn’t like praying would work anyway.
So she obediently turned her back.
Ling Yu curved his lips into a smile, lifted the brush, and wrote something on the ribbon. Then he brought the ribbon to the osmanthus tree, looked up at the highest branch, and said, “They say the higher you hang it, the more likely the gods are to notice.”
Tang Wan frowned. “But I don’t know lightness skill! Should I… climb up?”
“No need.”
Ling Yu squeezed her small hand, then touched his toes lightly to the ground and soared upward.
Gasps echoed around them.
Countless people looked up at the masked man, his robes fluttering elegantly. He looked like an immortal under the moon, graceful as jade, hooking the red ribbon onto the very highest branch before spinning downward and landing steadily.
Tang Wan was stunned!
Her beautiful husband knew lightness skill?
Once Ling Meiren landed, he didn’t pause. He wrapped an arm around Tang Wan’s waist, white robes swirling, leaping a few times until they vanished from the spot.
Under the tree, the crowd erupted again in shock.
Tang Wan blinked, bewildered. As they practically flew through the air, she glanced back at the fast-retreating Brahma Sound Temple and asked curiously, “We’re not going inside the temple?”
Ling Meiren shook his head. “I don’t believe in gods or Buddha.”
But for you, I am willing to make an exception.
May the god of marriage hear my prayer—may you remain by my side forever.
Ling Yu thought this as he glanced back at the top of the osmanthus tree, where the ribbon he’d hung swayed gently in the wind.
On it was a single line—
“May the parasol tree grow old together; may mandarin ducks fly with paired wings.”
—
Since Ling Meiren didn’t want to visit the temple, Tang Wan didn’t bother with the festivities either.
The two headed down the mountain, preparing to leave.
As for Su Yangyu’s group, Ling Yu didn’t mention them, and Tang Wan couldn’t be bothered to ask!
She wasn’t stupid enough to let others ruin her sweet alone time with her beautiful husband!
As for Ling Yu knowing martial arts—if he didn’t say it, Tang Wan wouldn’t pry.
Everyone has their secrets. Tang Wan was no different.
Even the closest of couples should have a bit of personal space.
Her professor had said before: when two people become too close, they drift apart.
She wasn’t about to grow distant from her beautiful husband!
Ling Yu saw how cooperative she was being. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and he tightened his grip on her hand.
But—
When they reached the foot of the mountain, they ran into Su Yangyu’s group.
And not only Su Yangyu. There was also Wei Ziyan and that Pan Xiner.
What puzzled Tang Wan was that Yinyin was with them too.
Tang Wan instinctively stopped walking and looked toward them.
Pan Xiner was staring at Yinyin with disdain, saying something.
Su Yangyu’s face was dark. Yinyin had her head lowered, lips tightly pressed.
Well then. They dared bully her people?
Tang Wan instantly pulled Ling Yu over.
Ling Yu also spotted Yinyin—and when he saw Tang Wan’s protective posture, the smile on his lips slowly faded…
At that moment, Yinyin truly was being picked on by Pan Xiner.
After Ling Yu and Tang Wan left earlier, she had pulled on Wei Ziyan and insisted on coming along.
The students were unwilling to accommodate Pan Xiner, but with Miss Wei joining her, they immediately agreed.
Unexpectedly, when they passed Qingyuan Residence, Su Yangyu brought Yinyin along as well.
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Yinyin?
Thankyou for the chapter