Chapter 432 - 432: Buddha Fate (35)
Before she left, Fu Yue gently closed the door. Through the half-opened door, she took one last look at Fan Xiu. That gaze was extremely dark, as if she could not help but want to say something, but she held it back.
He turned around.
Step by step, he left.
The red-robed demoness’s beautiful eyes were deep and complicated. The pale moonlight from the night sky sprinkled down and vaguely hit her face.
■Why…’
Fu Yue could feel that Fan Xiu had feelings for her.
He had indulged her wanton mischief time and time again, even violating the creed he had always adhered to and allowing her to run amok in the cultivation world.
Rather than saying that Fan Xiu did not love her, it was more like he was unwilling to admit that he loved her.
Thinking of Fan Xiu’s identity, Fu Yue stopped in her tracks. She seemed to have thought of something.
Half of the girl’s face was hidden in the darkness. Her fingers that were holding her sleeves paused. The corners of her eyes were narrow and long, and the corners of her eyes were extremely beautiful, like a cloud of mist swept out by thick ink.
He was unwilling to admit it.
Or not?
In the meditation room.
The snow-robed monk was sitting cross-legged. His eyes were closed, and his curly eyelashes were softly drooping. His face was so pale that there was not much blood left.
He put his palms together.
His thin lips opened and closed as he recited scriptures in a low voice.
Suddenly, Fan Xiu opened his eyes.
His expression turned extremely ugly at this moment. His slender and exquisite eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and an indescribable pain flashed across his face.
Fan Xiu bent down.
Caught off guard, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Fan Xiu seemed to have already expected this outcome. He was not surprised at all, and his pale lips curled into a helpless arc.
She raised her fair wrist.
What he saw.
A thin blood-red line slowly rose from the bottom to the top at an extremely slow speed. If one did not look closely, one would not be able to see it.
He was about two inches away from the base of his palm.
In the early years.
The oath that Fan Xiu had once made was actually fulfilled at this moment. He once swore that he would serve Buddha in this life and would never be tainted by any worldly love entanglements.
And now, even Buddha had sensed his betrayal…This was the punishment.
Fan Xiu knew that the appearance of this blood mark meant that he had already admitted his feelings for Jiang Si.
He didn’t even want to lie to himself.
Love was love.
What’s there to be afraid of?
The snow-robed monk’s features were as delicate as a painting. His blood-stained lips gradually curled into a relieved smile. His eyes were sad and regretful, but there was no trace of regret.
So what if he destroyed the buddha bone that was about to be completed?
So what if he had betrayed his faith?
Fan Xiu was not afraid of death.
It was just a pity that he could not accompany the girl who made his heart flutter.
That was why he rejected Fu Yue so firmly.
Since they were destined to be unable to be together, why should he drag her down?
Even if they tried their best to stay together for a lifetime, the distance was too far, and the love that shouldn’t have been there would eventually be left unsettled.
There was a kind of love that could only be hidden in the bottom of one’s heart forever.
The snow-robed monk lowered his beautiful and gentle eyes. He stood up and walked to the bookshelf. He opened a secret compartment and took out a folding fan.
His fingers touched the fan ribs.
Fan Xiu seemed to have been electrocuted. His fingers shrank and froze on the spot. An unnatural expression flashed across his face.
This folding fan was casually thrown away by Fu Yue that day, but he picked it up and kept it well..