After the chaotic, extremely cold inner strength inside his body gradually calmed down and flowed back into his dantian, Chen Hao closed his eyes and tried to gather the strength in his left palm.

Feeling as if his left palm had been frozen, he waved it casually, and immediately a whistling, chill Sword Qi surged from his palm, shooting towards the top of a fallen maple tree to the front left with the speed of lightning and splitting the tree upright into two halves!

"Wow!" Chen Hao exclaimed, his face showing disbelief. He looked at his left palm fearfully and couldn't resist kissing the center of his palm, murmuring to himself, "I'm so amazing, this can't be a dream, can it?"

After a moment of bewilderment, he couldn't help but ask himself, "Can I beat Super Brother?"

After some time passed, when Chen Hao came out of the joy of having peerless martial skills, his mind was instantly filled with the image of Man Qingting, pure and beautiful as ice and jade.

As memories of his past life were awakened, Ye Heng's affection for Man Qingting also gradually took root in his heart.

Not long after, when Ye Yuqiao's aloof and handsome face gradually emerged in his mind, Chen Hao felt a strange pain engulfing him.

It felt like a split personality, one heart bearing the thoughts of two people, enduring two sets of emotions.

Looking at the flute in his hands, Chen Hao hesitated whether to continue recalling the memories of his past life.

In the end, Chen Hao still picked up the flute and played those mournful notes.

Not far away, Ye Yuqiao, who had come following the sound, was secretly shedding tears behind a maple tree.

As the familiar melody of the flute sounded once more, her sadness deepened. She wished so much for Chen Hao to stop remembering, but he did not, which made her heart ache, feeling as if Chen Hao was about to leave her.

Silently, a handsome and gaunt face appeared in front of Ye Yuqiao.

"Why have you come?" Ye Yuqiao asked.

"I was just sitting at Listening Wind Pavilion when I heard this tune again, so I came up to take a look!" Zhao Chong's voice was very soft, "It seems he has remembered things from his past life."

After saying this, Zhao Chong sighed sorrowfully, feeling heartache for the distressed Ye Yuqiao before him.

"I sealed his memories of his past life in this flute," Ye Yuqiao said with a sad tone, "Just now, he met his senior sister. I never imagined, after searching for her tirelessly for more than a decade, she was always so close to him!"

Zhao Chong frowned and hesitated for two seconds before asking, "If that's the case, then why didn't you give him the flute earlier!"

Ye Yuqiao lifted her head to look at Zhao Chong, no longer caring about the distraught expression on her face, and said, "In some matters, everyone is selfish, and I am no exception!"

At that moment, the sound of Chen Hao's flute suddenly slowed down, and in his mind appeared swirling mists—Ye Heng was on the mountaintop waterfall, among the clouds and waters, playing the flute, expressing his longing for his master and senior sister, as well as his resentment.

Suddenly, Ye Heng stopped playing the flute.

In the distance, the surface of the lake stirred with ripples, as slowly, a bamboo raft came into view.

Two familiar figures appeared on the lake.

Ye Heng let out a cold laugh, tucked the flute back into his sleeve, and with a leap, landed on the bamboo raft.

"Master!" Ye Heng said coldly to his master.

"Ye Heng!"

The master was visibly excited, patting his shoulder, his lips trembling as he said, "I didn't expect that after more than a year, your martial arts have improved so much."

Ye Heng sneered and said, "It's only been a little over a year? I can't even remember when you left last time."

Then, he slowly stepped forward, approaching Man Qingting, who by then had covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes brimming with tears.

Although Man Qingting's appearance still resembled her sixteen-year-old self, compared to a year ago, her complexion had become much paler, and her gaze had grown more melancholic.

After snorting derisively, Ye Heng said in a grave tone, "Senior sister, it's been a long time."

Behind his laughter lay a profound resentment.

Even though senior sister Man Qingting had returned, Ye Heng no longer kept her company at night. Instead, it was his mournful flute music that accompanied her.

After a long separation, the two had become like strangers to each other.

It was not until over a month later.

That day, their master had to leave on an errand.

In the evening, hearing Man Qingting's ceaseless coughing, Ye Heng walked to her window.

"I know you're out there; why don't you come in?" Man Qingting said from inside the room.

Hesitating for a moment, Ye Heng finally entered Man Qingting's room.

At this moment, Man Qingting looked significantly more haggard than she had over a month ago, her face showing signs of illness.

Man Qingting coughed a few times, and then said, "Sit or don't, as you wish."

Ye Heng sat by the bed.

Man Qingting looked at Ye Heng with a dim gaze and said weakly, "Junior brother, I know you hate me for coming back so late."

Ye Heng coldly "hmm"ed in response.

Man Qingting lowered her head and started to cry softly. After a pause, she looked up at Ye Heng and continued, "You've changed."

Ye Heng again responded coldly with a "hmm."

Man Qingting sat up, moved behind Ye Heng, and reached out to hold his hand, saying, "Junior brother, let your senior sister take a good look at you, alright?"

Ye Heng turned his head to meet Man Qingting's gaze, his eyes very cold.

Man Qingting shook her head slightly, her voice as delicate as pear blossoms in the rain, "Junior brother, don't."

Ye Heng's hands were trembling, sweat was pouring down his forehead, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot veins—he was struggling.

In the end, Ye Heng's hands fell limply onto the bed, and his head dropped into Man Qingting's embrace..

Man Qingting stroked his head and said, "Junior brother, your senior sister knows you're the most well-behaved."

Seeing this, Chen Hao sighed in relief. He greatly admired Ye Heng's willpower. If it were him, Chen Hao, and the senior sister below was Ye Yuqiao, he certainly would not have been able to restrain himself. It was also because of this incident that Chen Hao realized the difference between himself and Ye Heng.

After a long while, Ye Heng, who was lying in Man Qingting's arms, finally raised his head and with furrowed brows, asked her, "Am I always just a child in your eyes?"

Man Qingting smiled faintly and tenderly replied, "You are someone I've watched grow up, so of course you're like a child to me."

Ye Heng shook his head in disappointment and said, "Now that you've been back for more than a month, you should tell me, do you like me or not?"

"She probably does," Chen Hao thought to himself.

Man Qingting's expression darkened, and after pondering for a long time, she finally spoke...

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