Eternal Holy Emperor

At Moonset Peak, before the little grave.

Watching the young girl before him, tears cascading down her cheeks, the teardrops at the corners of her eyes simply unstoppable, and the tear stains resembling the tender blossom of cherry flowers, particularly radiant.

Ye Chen felt a complex mix of emotions, somewhat heartbroken, his eyes also somewhat dry, but still, he managed a warm smile, reaching out to pat the tall girl on her delicate forehead as affectionately as always, as doting as ever.

Gently caressing her silken hair, as smooth as satin, he then carefully wiped away the teardrops that pooled in her eyes, each one clear like a crystal, breathtakingly beautiful, and chuckled softly, "Silly girl, what’s there to cry about? Isn’t your brother back?"

Ruoxi pursed her red lips, gently biting down, silent, looking at him, yet the tears on her face multiplied, turning her into an exquisitely alluring figure of tears, her delicate body shivering slightly.

Perhaps she could hardly believe it, her brother who had passed away many years ago, appearing once more before her eyes, it felt surreal, fearing that it was all an illusion.

In the end, Ye Chen could only embrace the girl in his arms, just like when they were children in a past life, gently patting her back, comforting her as though she were a little child.

However, it was precisely this somewhat comical gesture that halted Fairy Xi’s tears, only this silly brother would treat her in such a way.

After a good while, Ruoxi dried her tears and said, "Brother, my face hasn’t turned ugly, has it?"

Ye Chen laughed heartily, "You’ve cried yourself into a "tear-stained beauty," what do you think?"

Ruoxi immediately chased after Ye Chen and pretended to hit him twice, miffed. This annoying brother dared to tease her like that.