We said we would experience life, fairy, how did you become real?.

Chapter 110 Xiao Mo, please don't be angry.
In the woods, Bai Ruxue kept running forward.

But in the end, Xiao Mo still managed to grab Bai Ruxue's fair wrist.

"You...you let me go." Bai Ruxue struggled slightly, but Xiao Mo still wouldn't let go.

Looking at Ru Xue's trembling eyes and her "I don't want to talk to you anymore" expression, Xiao Mo couldn't help but smile to himself.

If Ru Xue really didn't want to talk to him, if Ru Xue really didn't want to be held back by him, with her Immortal Realm strength, how could he possibly catch up?

“I think Ru Xue, you might have misunderstood something,” Xiao Mo said.

"I didn't misunderstand. You came out of a woman's boudoir in the middle of the night," Bai Ruxue muttered softly, her head lowered.

"This..." Xiao Mo was momentarily speechless; it was indeed difficult to explain.
Bai Ruxue's face grew even angrier at Xiao Mo's speechless expression.

Xiao Mo raised his head and looked at the sky: "Ru Xue, why don't we take a walk? I'll tell you slowly. You can be angry after I've finished."

Bai Ruxue neither refused nor agreed, but lowered her head even further, as if she were burying it in her chest.

"Let's go."

Bai Ruxue was pulled by Xiao Mo, walking step by step towards the top of the mountain.

Xiao Mo organized his thoughts and slowly explained:

"Two months ago, I started going to Senior Sister Shang's courtyard every night."

As soon as Xiao Mo finished speaking, Bai Ruxue raised her small foot, adorned with embroidered shoes, and gently kicked Xiao Mo's heel.

"hiss"

Xiao Mo winced slightly, smiled, and continued speaking.

"At the time, I wanted to learn something, but my senior sister was busy during the day, so I could only go at night."

To prevent you from finding out, my senior sister even gave me a special pearl. As long as I activate this pearl and don't get within a zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) of you, I can sneak out.

Everything was going smoothly until you found out.

"Hmph!" Bai Ruxue turned her head away.

“But my senior sister and I really didn’t do anything.” Xiao Mo glanced at the woman beside him. “These past few days, I’ve been learning to paint in my senior sister’s courtyard every day.”

"Learn to paint?" Bai Ruxue blinked. "Learn what kind of painting?"

“What else could it be but an ordinary ink painting?” Xiao Mo smiled. “Senior Sister has a profound understanding of ink painting. I’ve heard that there aren’t many people in the world who can surpass her.”

"But why do you want to learn to paint? And even if it's Xiao Mo who wants to learn to paint, why did you hide it from me?" Bai Ruxue pouted.

"Because of this, you can't know about it for the time being."

"Why!" Bai Ruxue puffed out her cheeks, all traces of the majesty of the Lord of the North Sea gone, replaced only by the anger and coquettishness of someone in love.

"Well?" Xiao Mo glanced at the sky and changed the subject. "It's almost dawn."

"It's already past 5:45 AM," Bai Ruxue said irritably.

"Then we need to hurry." Xiao Mo grabbed Bai Ruxue's wrist and quickened his pace.

"Eh?"

Bai Ruxue blinked, unsure of what Xiao Mo was planning to do.

The higher Xiao Mo and Bai Ruxue climbed on the mountaintop, the whiter the sky became.

A pale gold hue gradually appeared on the horizon, then slowly ignited, as if a goddess had spilled red ink, staining the entire sky.

In the woods, the red glow of dawn descends, and the sunlight tiptoes tentatively through the gaps in the branches and leaves, carefully sliding down the tree trunks.

The bark was stained with a layer of porcelain white, revealing its texture clearly, as if it had been meticulously sculpted. The cool light followed the uneven texture, winding its way down, and countless pale red rays slanted through the gaps in the forest, penetrating the thin, floating morning mist.

As Xiao Mo pulled Bai Ruxue to the mountaintop, the rising sun revealed half of its outline in the east.

"Dong Dong. Dong."

Half past dawn, the sound of bells echoed throughout the academy. Just as the bells fell silent, Xiao Mo took out a scroll from his sleeve and gently tossed it forward.

The scroll floated in the air and unfurled on its own, revealing a blank canvas.

"Xiao Mo, what are you doing?" Bai Ruxue asked, puzzled.

"You'll know once you touch it," Xiao Mo said with a smile.

Despite her doubts, Bai Ruxue stepped forward and extended her slender fingers toward the painting.

The instant her snow-white fingers touched the painting, ripples spread out across the scroll, and golden sunlight, like fine threads, slowly outlined its surface.

Finally, when Bai Ruxue withdrew her hand, her eyes trembled.

In the painting, a woman in a white dress stands on a mountaintop, gazing into the distance.

Every stroke of the brush depicting the woman is so meticulous, capturing both her figure and expression with remarkable realism.

Although it was a black and white ink painting, Bai Ruxue felt that the woman in the painting seemed to have come to life.

The woman in the painting was not someone else, but herself.
"Xiao Mo, this painting is..." Bai Ruxue's eyes flickered.

"Ru Xue, have you forgotten? Today is your birthday, and this painting is my birthday gift to you."

Seeing Ru Xue's infatuated expression, Xiao Mo smiled and explained.

Two months ago, I was already thinking about what kind of birthday gift to give Ruxue.

But Ruxue, you lack nothing; you have all the rarest and most precious treasures.

Later, I thought of giving you a painting, and since my senior sister is an expert in ink painting, I went to find her.

This painting took me two and a half months to complete. I used the finest willow green paper and moon silk ink, which can be preserved for thousands of years.

As for Ruxue, you said that you were born in the middle of the Mao hour (5-7 AM).

So my original plan was to go back tonight and secretly give you this painting around 5:30 AM to surprise you.

Unexpectedly, something went wrong, and it even made you angry.

Looking at the painting and listening to Xiao Mo's words, Bai Ruxue recalled how she had misunderstood Xiao Mo earlier, and a faint blush rose to her cheeks.

"Xiao Mo, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have disbelieved you, I shouldn't have misunderstood you and Senior Sister Shang."

Bai Ruxue lowered her head, walked up to Xiao Mo, reached out and gently tugged at the hem of Xiao Mo's clothes, and whispered.

"Xiao Mo, please don't be angry, it's all my fault. You can scold me, okay? As long as you're not angry, I'll do anything for you."

"Silly girl, I'm not angry." Xiao Mo smiled and stroked the woman's silver-white hair. "However, two months is still too rushed. I think this painting still has some flaws. I'll go back and revise it, and I'll send it to you later."

"No!" Bai Ruxue took the ink painting down from the air and hugged it tightly to her chest, as if afraid that Xiao Mo would take it away. "This painting is already very beautiful, I like it very much!"

"Really?" Xiao Mo felt Ru Xue was comforting him.

"real!"

Bai Ruxue nodded vigorously.

She held the painting in her hands, looking at it again and again, as if she could never tire of it, like a little girl who had obtained the most precious treasure in the world.

Standing not far away, Xiao Mo quietly watched her under the rosy sunset.

She stood atop the mountain, gazing at the painting, her figure blending into the morning light. Her white dress reflected the landscape, making her appear like a celestial maiden descended to earth.

Xiao Mo couldn't tell whether what he was seeing was real or a painting.

"Xiao Mo!" Bai Ruxue turned her head, her curved eyes seemingly capable of captivating the world. "This painting is truly beautiful."

Xiao Mo looked at the woman who was as beautiful as a painting:

"It's very beautiful."

(End of this chapter)