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Zhao Ling'er was also exhausted and collapsed into Li Xiaoyao's arms.

The blood quickly stained the ground red.

She returned to Xiaoyao's side solely out of sheer willpower, so as not to hurt him.

But in reality, she was already critically injured and on the verge of death...

They hurriedly continued watching, but they did not see a miracle; Zhao Ling'er died in Li Xiaoyao's arms.

With Li Xiaoyao's question to the Sword Saint, "Do you understand now?", the story came to an end.

The book is finished.

Why treat Li Xiaoyao like this...?

Reading the book's description of Li Xiaoyao's final, soul-wrenching state, Naganohara Yoshimiya wept uncontrollably.

He went from harboring a dream of chivalry to becoming a true hero.

Li Xiaoyao... he lost everything.

Everything he once possessed vanished like smoke in the blink of an eye...

In the blink of an eye, it all vanished.

He was numb.

Only his daughter in his arms remained, constantly reminding him that those past wounds were real...

"A sigh of carefree joy..."

Ayaka Kamisato wiped away her tears and looked at the last page, where a song was played.

Song title: "Sigh of Leisure".

"Time rarely falls silent, autumn winds grow weary of wandering... The words whispered in her ear have flowed eastward with the tide, and looking back, the past falls like maple leaves... The world is a turbulent place, and I have not seen through it all, I mock myself for running out of ink, a thousand emotions and ten thousand grievances, the sorrow of heroes, the song ends and the people disperse, hair turns white and beauty fades..."

A song that tells the whole story of Li Xiaoyao's life.

From carefree languor to profound suffering in the end, that was the life of Li Xiaoyao.

Ayaka Kamisato couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if the young Li Xiaoyao and the future Li Xiaoyao met.

The young Li Xiaoyao would surely sigh.

"Wow, so handsome! No wonder you're my future self. Hey, why aren't you saying anything? True masters rarely speak. Tell me about my future chivalrous adventures!"

The future Li Xiaoyao will only offer a self-deprecating laugh and then fall silent.

If the young Li Xiaoyao had known what he would experience later, would he still have embarked on the path of a great hero...?

Thinking of this, Ayaka Kamisato shed tears once again.

Not only them, but the entire teahouse was in an uproar, with cries filling the air.

"Fang Qiu, you old scoundrel! Are you even human?! You actually turned around and grabbed..."

"Damn it, I can't stop crying..."

"As everyone knows, the Kamisato school has a sword technique called Iaijutsu, which involves sheathing the sword before launching an attack, thus enabling a faster and more powerful strike."

"So, Fang Qiu was sheathing a knife while writing about Zhao Ling'er and Li Xiaoyao's future plans? Just in preparation for this final, devastating blow?"

"That's right... that stab really caused me internal injuries... Anyone want to go for drinks later?"

"Yes, I'll go grab a couple of drinks too."

"I'm going too, sigh, Fang Qiu is really... I'm going to cry..."

"Speaking of which, I overheard a cuckolded bard say something while I was drinking yesterday, and now it seems he was right... Damn it, it's so hurtful, I can't stop crying..."

"What?"

“Any author would feel pain and sadness when writing, but Fang Qiu would not feel that way.”

"That makes a lot of sense..."

"Oh, by the way, that green-hat poet also said he'd be telling stories at the tavern where I drank yesterday tonight. Want to come along and listen?"

"storytelling?"

"The gist of it is to help you analyze the details in Fang Qiu's book, and the intention behind some of the words and phrases Fang Qiu used when writing it. Also, she looks like a beautiful young girl."

"Based on that comment she made about Fang Qiu, I'm definitely going to listen to this storytelling. But what does it mean that she looks like a beautiful young girl?"

"I don't know if she's a man or a woman, but she's very beautiful."

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

Fang Qiu's ending was so heartbreaking that many people took the book, paid for their tea, and prepared to go to the tavern for a drink.

Gradually, the number of people in the teahouse decreased, and it was only then that Naganohara Yomi-no-miya recovered.

She wiped away her tears, looked at Ayaka Kamisato sitting opposite her, who had also been crying her eyes out and whose eyes were now red, and said, "Let's go too."

"Ah."

Ayaka Kamisato nodded and said, "It's so late, don't go back to Hanamizaka. I'll help you find a place to stay."

"Well, I'm not in the mood to travel anymore..."

Naganohara Yomi-no-miya was filled with melancholy.

I feel so frustrated.

I feel so wronged...

"let's go."

Ayaka Kamisato nodded, paid the bill, and then they walked out of the teahouse.

The Five Immortals Square outside the teahouse became even more lively as many novel enthusiasts who had finished reading came out of the teahouse.

However, most novel lovers head straight to the tavern after leaving the teahouse.

The tavern became even more lively in an instant.

They walked together toward the inn, passing a tavern along the way.

At first, they didn't pay any attention.

Then I saw a bard in a green hat inside the tavern, telling a group of novel enthusiasts about the details of Fang Qiu's "The Legend of Sword and Fairy 3".

Although they were in low spirits, they still stopped and listened for a while.

I must say, it was quite well said.

For example, the theme of this book is the concept of fate.

Just as they were listening for a while and were about to leave, a voice rang out.

"Eh? Yoomiya, Ayaka, what a coincidence."

"He is a traveler."

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Ayaka Kamisato instinctively turned around and saw that Ying was supporting a white-haired beauty walking towards them.

She looked at the white-haired beauty and found that the white-haired beauty was also looking at her.

Then Ayaka Kamisato noticed that the white-haired beauty's eyes were red-rimmed, as if she had just been crying.

Given the timing of this event and the presence of the traveler, could it be that they watched Fang Qiu's "Chinese Paladin 3" together?

After all, the traveler was also a fan of Fang Qiu's books, and she couldn't possibly miss reading Fang Qiu's new book...

In other words, the white-haired beauty may have watched Fang Qiu's "Chinese Paladin 3" with the traveler, which is why she cried like that.

Ok……

That's very likely, after all, she couldn't imagine anyone making this white-haired beauty cry while the traveler was by her side...

Chapter 375 Why are you crying?

Moreover, she had met this white-haired beauty a few days ago when she went to buy a gift for Miss Fang Qiu.

I never expected that this white-haired beauty would also enjoy reading Miss Fang Qiu's books.

Just as Ayaka Kamisato was lamenting the emergence of yet another victim of Miss Fang Qiu, she heard the voice of Naganohara Yoshimiya.

"Traveler, Fang Qiu, what a coincidence! Have you eaten yet?"

A traveler... huh? And Fang Qiu too?

Ayaka Kamisato turned her head and looked at Naganohara Yomi, who was standing beside her.

She was waving to the traveler and the white-haired beauty.

The traveler and... Fang Qiu?

Is this pale-faced, slightly red-rimmed white-haired beauty Miss Fang Qiu?

Although the traveler had mentioned that Miss Fang Qiu was a very pretty girl, I didn't expect her to be this beautiful.

It was as serene as the white moonlight.

At first glance, it can calm a restless mind.

"This is... Miss Fang Qiu?"

Ayaka Kamisato looked at the traveler and Naganohara Yomi-no-miya and asked.

"Miss Kamisato, hello, my name is Fang Qiu."

Fang Qiu looked at Ayaka Kamisato, smiled gently, and said.

At the same time, she was also somewhat surprised.

She had naturally heard what the traveler said when he greeted her.

She had assumed the person was there to greet Yoomiya, but to her surprise, the person standing next to Yoomiya was none other than the young lady of the Kamisato family, the magistrate of the yamen, Kamisato Ayaka.

Moreover, this wasn't their first meeting.

I had met Princess White Heron before when I went to buy shogi.

She truly lives up to her reputation as a lady of high birth; every move, every smile, exudes elegance.