Chapter 190 Farewell
The translucent and thin moonlight, amidst the pure and clear sound of water, swayed a slender girl, her reflection embracing Ig.
Her soft, delicate lips, like a beautiful rose, were tightly pressed against Ig, yet they seemed to linger, as if craving her sweetness and warmth, unwilling to part for a long time.
“Mmm…”
Her long, slender eyelashes half-covered her golden eyes. Verafia gently lifted her young, snowy cheeks. Her slightly moist and warm breaths, her exquisite and nimble, delicate tongue, seemed to be actively seeking, embracing him.
However, the increasing sweetness caused more sorrow to well up in her heart. Ig lowered his face forcefully, his hands encircling the girl’s waist, yearning for her sweetness even more.
The sweetness he touched at that moment filled him with love, longing, an inseparable attachment, as well as self-reproach, regret, hatred, and reluctance, all swirling in Ig’s heart.
Words he couldn’t express filled his throat, and tears instantly fell from his eyes.
“Veer…” But all his emotions and sounds converged into her name, which Ig uttered indistinctly while kissing the girl’s lips.
A trace of slightly bitter liquid seemed to slide down the girl’s porcelain-white skin, touching their lips. It held a faint warmth and delicate softness, yet it was especially poignant.
Were these his tears, or the Young Lady’s…?
Ig thought, his mind somewhat blurry.
“Ig, don’t be like this.”
Their lips gently parted. Beneath the thin moonlight, delicate silver lines seemed to still linger. The girl softly made a sound, a slight tremor woven into it.
Fine, crystalline fragments, like tiny gems, shimmered in the faint light.
She lifted her face. Her exquisite countenance, like fragile porcelain, appeared in the moonlight. Her eye sockets were slightly red, yet she offered a bright and beautiful smile.
She gently took the young man’s hand, her slender jade fingers entwining with his. She gazed at Ig and smiled warmly.
“Although I’m a spoiled and unreasonable Young Lady, the young man I like isn’t this fragile.”
“Ig, you are the person this young lady likes, you are this young lady’s young man. Don’t shed tears so easily.”
Ig’s gaze trembled, his lips moving slightly, as if struggling to speak. But Verafia tiptoed, her slender jade fingers gently sealing them.
She shook her head, her young jade face suddenly breaking into a charming smile. In front of him, she pulled the hem of her skirt and spun around, then lifted her face again.
“Besides, I’m perfectly fine. At least, I’m still by your side right now. Can you be happy for a little while longer?”
Verafia turned her face sideways. “Look, that’s Little Fei. We can’t let her worry about us.”
Following the girl’s gaze, in the distant night, a slender and light wisp of ice-blue frost rushed towards them. The sound of cutting wind crashed against her thin, delicate body.
Ig saw the girl gently clench her soft little hand. On a plane beyond the material, flames surged, unseen. Even from tens of miles away, the cold frost that covered the entire sky was melted by the fire and dispersed into nothingness.
Verafia playfully turned her face. Her smooth golden hair, like countless times before, brushed past her face. A few strands touched her cheeks, carrying the girl’s gentle warmth.
Ig reached out, wanting to touch her.
The girl looked back, her soft golden eyes filled with anticipation.
Ig looked at the girl’s bright, star-like, shimmering golden eyes. He froze for a long time, then gently took her soft little hand and nodded vigorously.
“Hmph-hmph.”
Her cheerful voice was like a silver bell. Although Ig knew this was still the girl trying to hide her sadness so he wouldn’t be upset, he couldn’t help but smile.
Suddenly, she seemed displeased, furrowing her delicate brows.
“Mmm, at least you should look happier. Don’t be so sad… Yes, just a little smile is fine.”
Verafia puffed out her cheeks in mock anger, then chuckled again. She tiptoed, gently wiping the tears from the young man’s eyes with her palm, then stroked his face with her fingertips, coaxing Ig to smile along with her.
Finally, she nodded her little head with satisfaction. As she turned her face away, a hint of sadness flickered in her charming jade face.
Ig looked at her.
Verafia gently rested her head on the young man’s shoulder. Her skirt swayed slightly. She lifted her gaze, and the residual frost wind brushed past, scattering the faint light of the moon and stars onto her flawless, delicate face, exuding a soft, charming smile.
Ig suppressed his tears, carefully placing his hand into the girl’s palm, his fingers entwined with her slender jade ones.
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The quiet like the night didn’t last long.
A slender ice-blue figure rushed from the boundary between ice and night.
“Veer, wuwu…”
Unlike Ig’s suppressed and purely painful distress, the Ice Dragon Girl’s tearful voice, without any attempt to conceal her grief, crashed into her embrace. Her small face buried against Verafia’s chest, she sobbed uncontrollably.
Verafia gently held her.
Her gaze fell. The Ice Dragon Girl’s battle dress, originally formed from frost magic, was torn. Even her delicate skin bore several wounds, cutting through the ice-crystal dragon scales.
Yes. Earlier, she had sealed Little Fei in another dimension with her flames… Coming here in such haste, and amidst the residual aftermath of the Frost God’s escape, she was, of course, taking a considerable risk.
Even her residual flames. It might not have been safe even for a star.
Verafia’s golden eyes dimmed slightly, then brightened in a gentle smile once more.
Her jade hand gently smoothed the girl’s slightly messy frost-blue hair strands. Verafia gently hugged the girl in her arms and said softly,
“It’s alright, Little Fei. See, I’m not hurt.”
Her height couldn’t match the slender and tall Dragon Clan girl. However, Ophi, in her embrace, was like a child being comforted by a young mother.
Verafia was suddenly lost in thought for a moment. Mother…?
The Ice Dragon Girl in her arms lifted her head.
“No, Veer, you’re lying to me again.”
Her young skin was streaked with tears. Ophi’s eyes were teary, her clear tears dripping from her large frost-blue eyes, yet she stubbornly pouted her lips.
“Don’t lie to me, Veer. I don’t want Veer to leave… If Veer isn’t here, I’ll hate you and never like you again!”
Verafia watched her quietly, reaching out to gently wipe away her tears.
“…If that’s the case, in the future, I’ll steal all the cakes you like, all the dresses you like! And even the man you like, I’ll steal him too, and leave nothing for Veer!”
