Fang Yun said.
"Damn it, you haven't fallen for anyone for thousands of years, and now you're about to die and actually ran out to find a wife; how can I not be curious?"
Feng Yunqi said: "What kind of Immortal Fairy could make our Old Sixth fall in love?"
"This I truly can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"Isn't it obvious? I go out to look, and if she's still waiting for me, of course, I'll bring her back to serve tea to Big Brother. But if she's not waiting for me? If I tell you, and your temper flares up, what good would that do?"
Fang Yun said: "So right now, I can't tell you, nor can I let you go."
Feng Yunqi said angrily: "How could she not wait for you? Can a man not return home for a few years and the woman is supposed to remarry? What kind of logic is that?"
Fang Yun looked down, silent.
His big brother was being unreasonable again.
Thinking of that bright and loveable young girl from back then, a fond smile appeared on Fang Yun's face, tinged with deep bitterness.
