The next day...

  The morning was a beautiful, spiritual one. The scent of the new season permeated the air. Snow melted and fell from the tender branches of the trees, as if bidding them farewell. Birds perched near the tender, sprouting leaves, heralding the arrival of the new season to the world. And the atmosphere inside the academy was the same. New flower buds had sprouted on the tender branches of the peach trees, which Squirrels had come to see, as if her wait was over.

  And down inside the academy...

  Life had once again come to life, the walls echoed with the voices of warm disciples, and the corridors were abuzz with the footsteps of newly arrived disciples.

  But some disciples sat under a peach tree, thoroughly enjoying Duie's witty conversation. Duie happily recounted old stories of his friendship with Yu Sui.

  His voice was filled with warmth, and his eyes shone like twinkling stars.

  And most of his wild stories were about him and Yu Sui, about how they broke every rule of the academy together, how he and Yu Sui were always caught, punished, and yet they still repeated the same thing.

  Peaces of laughter echoed beneath the peach tree. "And do you know, after that, Brother Yu Sui and I were punished for picking peas," Duie said with a smirk, causing all the students around him to laugh. But beneath that laughter, Dui's eyes were smiling mischievously, because

  He had told stories about him and Yu Sui breaking the rules, but he hadn't told anyone why. Then, in the midst of the banter, Dui looked towards Mo Yan's room and gave a small, warm smile.

  Flashback........

  At the Xuemo Sect, Tao Hua Chuan Academy, where even the silence was filled with sound... where even the trees were gifted with centuries of learning.

  At the Tao Hua Chuan Academy, it was the year Mo Yan was 19 and Yu Sui was 18... and when they had first come to study at the academy on this earth.

  Teachers milled about the corridors, preparing for the sea of new disciples. Grandmaster Wu Xiang was the chief teacher among them. His calm, dignified face, his immaculate figure, reflected a memory of wisdom within him. He stood outside the quiet main educational complex, his eyes fixed on the main gate

  where the historic steps of a new generation were yet to be taken.

  Just then, the spells at the main entrance were removed by a teacher, and the spell-locked door opened, revealing a multitude of disciples who had stepped onto this earth from who knows where. At the very end of this bustling and bustling crowd of disciples walked a figure dressed in Moon-white robes, serene as the moonlight. His eyes were like cold ice, capable of burning anyone's heart. His immaculate and simple white robes gave his a spiritual aura that had an impact on the crowd ahead. Some girls repeatedly looked back at Mo Yan, but Mo Yan's eyes were cast downward like a partridge that only loves to gaze at the moon. It was none other than Mo Yan, whose serene aura was unmistakably drawing everyone's attention.

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  When Mo Yan stepped into the spacious main courtyard of the academy, while everyone was marveling at the academy's spiritual beauty, Mo Yan's eyes were lowered, his heart stagnant. It was as if a precious diamond had fallen into a bustling marketplace, and he was trying to find it unnoticed, fearing someone else might pick it up before him.

  That day, Mo Yan's evening passed with drooping eyelids, but the next morning dawned with a new excitement, a new day with new colors and fragrances.

  But on this day, what everyone had been waiting for finally happened: the disciples of the Ming Jing Men Sect, the Fuzi Xion clan, had finally arrived.

  Mo Yan stood silently in a corridor, watching every new person pass through the academy gates. One by one, the disciple were let in... but Mo Yan's eyes found no peace; he simply watched each passing face enter. But the sparkle in his eyes was fading with every passing moment. It was as if his hope was crumbling from within.

  Just then, the last disciple stepped inside the entrance, and Mo Yan's heart sank. As if the last spark within him had been extinguished, he turned to leave.

  But then, just then... A familiar voice rang out at the main entrance, followed by a knock.

  Some disciples arrived at the very last moment, when the spells locking the gate had been activated. But when the teacher sealing the gate saw that some students had just arrived, he reopened the spells, and all the disciples entered one by one, the last of whom was none other than Yu Sui , whose blue peacock-like robe and blooming lotus-like face made his look like a mischievous goddess.

  As soon as his feet entered the academy, Mo Yan didn't need to look back. His heart, mind, and soul recognized who had come there without being told, without being seen, without being heard. But how long can a cloud keep its water hidden? Similarly, Mo Yan's eyes couldn't help but look back at Yu Sui, and finally, he looked back at where his other half had been standing.

  Mo Yan breathed a sigh of relief, his chest heaving again. The same sparkle returned to his eyes.

  The courtyard was filled with a crowd of newly arrived disciples, and the voices of eager disciples echoed in the air from every corner. But then Mo Yan saw Yu Sui and his friends passing by, chattering fervently. At that very moment, a glint flashed in Mo Yan's eyes, a faint, lifeless smile appearing on his closed, lifeless lips. As he looked at the group standing just a short distance ahead, his eyes smiled, not with joy, but with a full realization... seeing someone more precious to him than a fairyland's treasure. There stood Yu Sui, laughing and joking with his friends, his vibrant, charming smile soothing Mo Yan's burning heart. Filling his emptiness. Because every small and big action Yu Sui made was a gift to him.

  Mo Yan looked at Yu Sui with such a joyful heart, as if Mo Yan hadn't come here to study... but to find him... to see him.

  But this fire that was melting the ice within Mo Yan wasn't just confined to him, but also elsewhere. Yu Sui, who had been talking to the duie standing in front of him for a long time, was also staring at someone with a slight squint. He could feel the cold warmth of those eyes constantly watching him in the corridors of his heart, but he continued talking, and simply enjoyed the moment like the blooming flowers that spring experiences when so many flowers bloom.

  That day, even if thousands of people passed between them, their souls could easily feel each other's presence.