She really wanted to leave right then, but she was truly worried about the Moon Demon. The Moon Demon’s state was too abnormal, she was completely a woman in love, and she worried that once she left, the Moon Demon might turn around and offer herself to that scoundrel.

This best friend was her friend, a steadfast friend proving true affection in times of trouble.

Could she really abandon her to a dire situation and remain indifferent?

Thus, during this Lunar New Year, she could only eat earthly meals, watch the red lanterns hung on the trees, and see the Moon Demon and him cutting paper decorations together.

By the way, cutting paper decorations is incredibly childish.

As someone who Holding the Way, arranging the courtyard was such a simple task. Was there really a need to cut red paper into window decorations just to add a festive touch?

However, on this New Year’s Eve, everything became extraordinarily heartwarming.

Outside, snowflakes danced in the air.

Inside, a small red clay stove warmed the room.

The three of them sat around the stove, tasting earthly pastries. Han Yan slowly began to feel that the human New Year had a certain warmth, a hint of coziness amidst plainness.

If her experience was merely the occasional experience of a Fairy descending to the mortal realm.

The Moon Demon’s experience was ten thousand times more profound than hers.

It was her first time celebrating the Lunar New Year.

It was her first time cutting paper decorations.

It was her first time lighting a stove, her first time warming wine and cooking for a man.

During these seven days, she was not the exalted demon above the moon. She was a human woman treading the yellow earth of the mortal realm, her cheeks dusted with earthly smoke, spending the New Year with her lover.

Every word, every glance.

Every dish, every soup, every festival.

All were firsts for her, all left imprints on her heart.

Looking at the fire in front of her, hearing the reminder from her best friend, she felt as though her heart was in turmoil.

Tonight is New Year’s Eve, and tomorrow he leaves...

From now on, they will be scattered beyond the South Sea, their whereabouts unknown.

From now on, the two will roam the world without a known return.

The more beautiful tonight is, the more yearning there will be tomorrow.

This longing will be poured into the ten thousand years to come, when will it reach the end? 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Sir, are you really leaving tomorrow?" the Moon Demon gently raised her head.

"Yes!"

"Will you... will you ever come to the Demon Domain again?"

Lin Xiaosu raised his eyes and looked into hers. They were full of reluctance, full of anticipation, awaiting a date for a reunion.

Yet, the world was like a chessboard, the mission like a tether, life’s impermanence—who knows?

How could he use an unsettled time, an uncertain promise, to betray this rare expression of true affection in the world?

He did not answer.

Not answering was also an answer.

The anticipation in the Moon Demon’s eyes slowly faded. She smiled gently: "Sir, may I play a tune for you on the Guqin!"

This smile was so poignantly beautiful...

Her fingers gently fell on the Guqin before her.

The sound of the zither flowed like water during this New Year’s Eve.

This tune was not "Moon Sacrifice Song," its name was "Something to Think About."

Like a person’s veranda, like a person’s whispers, the terrace was desolate, the moonlight was cold, the person gazed into the distance...

Outside, peach blossoms bloomed again, the petals fluttered like Li Ren Tears.

The Moon Demon’s body gently split in two.

One Moon Demon played the zither, the other danced alone in the garden.

Her dance was soft and graceful, her eyes wrapped in emotion, her tears transformed into flower dew that flew, her feelings reached sublime elevation here.

In the snow, dancing alone.

When the moon rises, my heart is like the moon.

Han Yan looked on in a daze, her reminder still locked in silence.

Only a sigh lingered between her lips.