Demon King's Repayment - chapter 332

When Lu Xian’en found her, Yuan Xiang didn’t recognize him.

It had been more than twenty years since they first met in Dingzhou. At that time, the eldest son of the old lady Lu, was still a great treasurer in his prime, but now he was old.

Wearing warm filial piety, he handed a handwritten letter to Yuan Xiang respectfully.

Yuan Xiang understood what happened at that moment. She stood up slowly, barely reached out and held the white envelope, speechless for a while.

Lu Chun had passed away. That was a letter she left to Yuan Xiang before leaving.

“After so many years, Taoist Master, you’re still the same as before,” Lu Xian’en’s expression was very peaceful, with the gentle and rich attitude characteristic of a businessman. He waved back, and a group of servants filed in outside the gate, carrying in large boxes of small gifts.

“In recent years, my mother has been given much care by the Master.. I know that you do not lack these, but Ican only send these things. I also hope that you will accept it.”

He then adjusted his clothes, crawled on the ground, and gave Yuan Xiang a grand bow.

Yuan Xiang reached out to help him, “What are you doing?”

Lu Xianen refused to get up, and stubbornly knocked his head.

“This is a gift I paid for my mother as a son.” He pointed to the mother’s note in Yuan Xiang’s hand, “Mother, she went very peacefully, but I can’t rest assured about this. Please do your best to help.”

…

It was winter, there was heavy snow on Sirius Mountain, and Yuan Xiang stepped on the snow and slowly walked along the familiar mountain road.

Their residence was a little far away from there, and Yuan Xiang had not been to that mountain that carried childhood memories for a long time.

Everything seemed to be the same as before.

Yuan Xiang came to the old locust tree where she first saw Yan Nu.

The tree was almost exactly the same as in twenty years, with white snow pressed against the dark branches, silent and lifeless. A small and clean stone stele was newly added under the tree. There were no words on the stele, only two girls kicking exquisite golden balls were engraved on it.

Yan Nu stood motionless under the tree, looking down at the stone monument in a daze. Snow fell on her shoulders and on the top of her head, and she obviously had no idea how long she had been standing there.

“Ah Chun said, I should not bury her in the mountain, so that I could forget her as soon as possible.” Aware of Yuan Xiang’s arrival, Yan Nu didn’t look back, but started talking to herself softly, “So I sent her back and gave her to her family and only left a monument here. A stone monument is not easy to break and could be kept for a long time.”

She turned her head, with a small porcelain white face, black half-long hair, brown short robe, and bare feet standing in the snow, and asked Yuan Xiang, “Ah Xiang, this time no matter how long I wait, she won’t come back again, right?”

Yuan Xiang could hardly bear to speak.

The temperature there was really low, and all the breath from her mouth turned into a cloud of white mist.

The little girl in thin clothes looked so lonely in the pale and cold background.

Yuan Xiang squatted in front of her, patted the snow off her head, took off her warm hat and put it on her head.

“What she hoped was that because she had appeared in your life, you would become more happy and be cherished. She never hoped you would be depressed forever because of her.”

When she said that, the handwritten note that Lu Chun left her was flashing in her mind.

‘After stealing ten years of life, I have no regrets in this life. I only hope that she will be happy and not lonely. I beg you, Xiang, help me. Bow.’

“Ah Yan, will you live with me in the future? My place is very lively and we have many friends. So Ah Chun, will be able to rest assured,” Yuan Xiang reached out to the little girl who was alone in the snow.

After a long time, the little hand finally stretched out and put it on her palm.

Yuan Xiang squeezed that hand, pulled her over, hugged her, and walked out of the cold place.

The little girl lay on her shoulders, looking far away at the locust tree behind her, and at the stone monument under that tree.

Yuan Xiang’s shoulder soon got wet.

“It’s okay, I can accompany you back to see her every year. It’s not that we can’t come back again,” she comforted her softly.

“A good person like Ah Chun will definitely reincarnate into a good family. Maybe there will be a chance to meet her in the future.”

“Maybe she will still be a little girl, then we will teach her to play with the golden ball, and then play together.”

“Okay, okay. Just cry if you want. There is no one else here.”

“Ah, don’t wipe your nose with my clothes.”