Chapter 52: Rongrong, I Can Give You Anything

"Let's go, Rongrong, into the tent."

Qin Jian took Ning Rongrong's hand and continued walking, holding it so tightly...

"Brother Jian, did you also ask for the tent we stayed in before?" Ning Rongrong asked, pleasantly surprised.

Qin Jian nodded and said, "I asked the Elder for the tent we stayed in; I set everything up inside with my own hands."

Lifting the door curtain, the two walked inside, and it was indeed exactly the same.

"Wow..."

Ning Rongrong excitedly kicked off her little shoes and lay down on the bed.

The soft bedding made her giggle happily, and she couldn't help but roll around a few times.

"Brother Jian, hurry up and come up!" she called out.

Qin Jian smiled, then took off his outer garment, sat slowly on the bed, and held Ning Rongrong's soft little body in his arms.

"Mmm..."

Ning Rongrong buried herself in his chest, making a comfortable sound.

"Rongrong..."

At this moment, Qin Jian suddenly said slowly, "Rongrong... if... I left... what would you do?"

As if a great hammer had fallen upon her heart, Ning Rongrong shuddered all over and suddenly looked up: "Wh... why would you leave?"

"It's nothing... I was just joking..."

Qin Jian smiled lightly at this moment and brushed the topic aside.

"That's not right..."

But a young girl's sixth sense is incredibly sharp; the expression on Ning Rongrong's face began to turn uneasy: "Brother Jian, you're a bit strange today, opening the Mimicry Cultivation Ground and preparing the tent..."

"It's nothing, don't let your imagination run wild."

Qin Jian gently stroked her soft, long hair.

But Ning Rongrong did not feel at ease; everything that had happened recently flooded into her mind: "Brother Jian, you have been very strange lately. Rongrong feels like you are trying to make up for something, giving me the best Soul Ring, and today you even made a deal with the Poison Douluo..."

"Are... are you really... really... going to... to leave me..."

Tears welled up in the young girl's eyes.

Qin Jian suddenly turned his head away, wiped the back of his hand quickly across the corners of his eyes, then turned back and said with a smile: "Don't overthink it. Shall I tell you a story? I haven't finished the story of Zhang Xiaofan yet..."

"The story of Zhang Xiaofan..."

Ning Rongrong repeated it in a murmur, then suddenly said: "Brother Jian, you never tell the ending, is it because you were waiting for this moment... you... what exactly are you trying to do..."

Don't look at her as usually acting like a child; at the most critical moments, her mind is just as sharp as a mature woman's.

Qin Jian did not answer her, only pulled her into his embrace.

"Rongrong, last time I told you about the Qingyun crisis, the entire Qingyun Mountain was surrounded by the Ghost King Sect, and they had already killed their way to the front of Yuqing Hall..."

"And because Bi Yao went missing, Zhang Xiaofan completely collapsed in Caomiao Village, only slowly recovering after Lu Xueqi's companionship..."

"On this day, he seemed to be summoned by something and came to the Huan Yue Cave Abode, the place where the Zhu Xian Ancient Sword is kept..."

"Walking through that Huan Yue Path once again, it was still so difficult..."

"Across a thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers, trekking alone..."

"Twilight snow on a thousand mountains, walking alone with only a shadow..."

"Zhang Xiaofan wept bitterly..."

"In this life, he did not want loneliness, he did not want immortality; what he wanted was..."

Qin Jian's voice was slightly choked.

"What he wanted... was merely to be with the person he loved..."

Ning Rongrong covered her little mouth, her eyes filled with mist.

But Qin Jian smiled at this moment: "Finally, he gained the recognition of the Zhu Xian Ancient Sword and possessed power that could reach the heavens and shake the earth..."

"He defeated the Ghost King, he defeated the Asura... but he did not get what he wanted..."

"Many years later, in Caomiao Village, Lu Xueqi and Zhang Xiaofan looked at each other and smiled..."

"The golden little bell tied to the green hem of a garment on the eaves... made a crisp ringing sound in the wind..."

"That... is the ending..."

Qin Jian lowered his head and said: "Rongrong, do you know? I especially like Zhang Xiaofan, because I am just like him..."

"I don't want power, I don't want loneliness; all I want is to be with the person I love forever..."

Ning Rongrong looked at him blankly, and for some reason, tears began to fall.

She seemed to have sensed something...

"But this world is always like this; it will not give you what you want, and things that go against one's wishes always make up eight or nine out of ten..."

Ning Rongrong was crying, but Qin Jian was smiling.

"Just like that lonely Monkey, if he wants love, he must give up power, and if he wants power, he must give up love..."

"But without power, how can he protect love, and with power, why must he lose love..."

Qin Jian tilted his head back, not letting the mist in his eyes fall.

"How cruel fate is, yet we have no power to resist it..."

He looked down at Ning Rongrong, the divine light in his eyes gradually gathering.

He had finally made up his mind...

"Rongrong, fate is unfair, but I am determined to fight it to the end, so..."

But he could not finish his next words, because Ning Rongrong suddenly looked up, not caring that her tears were streaming down.

"Brother Jian!"

She suddenly interrupted Qin Jian, saying with great speed: "Brother Jian, let me accompany you, okay!"

"If you want to fight against fate, I will accompany you!"

"Whatever you want to do, I will accompany you!"

The tears flowed faster and faster...

"Don't leave me, okay..."

She carefully clutched Qin Jian's sleeve.

"Whatever you want, Rongrong can give it to you..."

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can be given to you..."

"Rongrong herself can be given to you..."

"Anything can be given to you..."

The small hand clutching his sleeve tightened more and more.

"Rongrong is willing to be that Lu Xueqi who stays with you forever..."

"Don't leave me... I beg you..."

"Don't leave me, okay..."

Those who have never experienced heartbreak will never know how much the heart can ache at this moment.

Mixed with despair, the heartache brought about real spasms of the heart.

It felt like being cut by a knife!

Yet Qin Jian was still smiling: "Come, Rongrong, eat this Qiluo Tulip..."

"I won't eat it, I won't eat it..."

Ning Rongrong shook her head repeatedly.

"Be good, don't let my hard work go to waste, okay?"

Qin Jian gently placed the Qiluo Tulip by Ning Rongrong's lips: "Come, open your mouth, ah..."

Ning Rongrong opened her small mouth while shedding tears, and the Qiluo Tulip instantly turned into pure energy, surging into her body.

She had the heart to be willful and not eat it, but she was unwilling to let down Qin Jian's intentions.

The massive energy forced her to enter a cultivation state instantly, making it impossible for her to do anything else.

Only when Qin Jian waited for Ning Rongrong to close her eyes and enter the cultivation state did two lines of tears slowly flow down.

No one saw it; finally, he did not have to continue enduring.

He gently raised his hand and slowly placed it on Ning Rongrong's smooth cheek.

"Rongrong..."

He said with a slight choke: "Rongrong... you are my fiancée... even if I die, I must protect you from harm..."

"Wait for me... you must wait for me..."

"Wait for me to come back and marry you!"

He finally stood up and rushed quickly toward the door curtain, but the moment he lifted it, he stopped involuntarily.

The youth looked back once more, as if to carve that small figure into his mind.

Then, he walked out and did not look back again...

(End of this chapter)