They had talked about many things, yet Chu Qingmeng left out the only crucial point: they had only three years left together. Once her mortal lifespan expired, their bond would come to an end.
After walking for an hour, Chu Qingmeng waved her hand, refusing to go any further; she truly couldn't walk another step. Mo Liujin crouched down, signaling for her to get on his back. Chu Qingmeng laughed, climbed onto his back, and teased, "A-Jin, at your age, can you still carry me all the way home?"
"As long as you want me to, I can," Mo Liujin replied, though his tone was flat, revealing nothing of what he was thinking. Chu Qingmeng said no more, quietly resting against his back. After what felt like a long time, Mo Liujin finally reached the city gates. The sky had grown pitch black, and Chu Qingmeng patted him to signal that she wanted to get down. But this time Mo Liujin ignored her, continuing to carry her through the bustling streets and narrow alleys all the way to the estate gates. Finally, Mo Liujin voiced the question buried deep in his heart: "Can I become a disciple and take up cultivation?"
Chapter 116