Chapter 1512 - 1509: Ye Qiu and Dong

"Dong? What's wrong?"

Ye Qiu looked at the glowing Dong, feeling helpless.

"The warm thing is Ye Qiu!"

"I'm the warm thing?"

Ye Qiu didn't understand why he was considered a warm thing. He knew clearly that the twinkling starlight in the night sky held his precious memories, he was certain of it. Then why did Dong say he was the warm thing?

The light on Dong's body grew increasingly bright.

"I want... want... Ye Qiu"

The light made it impossible for Ye Qiu to open his eyes, yet he still took step after step towards Dong.

Finally, Ye Qiu embraced Dong.

"I want to be with Ye Qiu!"

Dong clearly expressed her thoughts.

"I will always be with Dong!"

Upon hearing Ye Qiu's words, Dong appeared to want to respond to Ye Qiu, directly kissing him.

The moment they kissed, Ye Qiu didn't think of anything indecent; that kiss was so warm, so pure, so sacred...

Dong's thoughts were transmitted to Ye Qiu's mind through the kiss.

For Dong, at this moment, the warmest thing was no longer Ye Qiu's memories. Those absorbed memories were also slowly flowing back into Ye Qiu's mind through the kiss.

Fang Wushang—Ye Qiu finally remembered the name of the person he deeply loved, and Fang Wushang's face appeared.

Thus, Dong had found her own warmest thing and no longer needed to absorb other people's warm memories.

Being together with Ye Qiu was the warmest time for Dong.

"Ye Qiu?"

"Ye Qiu?"

"Ye Qiu... Ye Qiu..."

Ye Qiu heard as if someone was calling him; it was a very familiar voice, his favorite voice: Wushang, it was Wushang's voice.

Due to Fang Wushang's call, Ye Qiu gradually awakened.

When Ye Qiu opened his eyes, he found Fang Wushang holding him, crying while calling his name.

"I'm back, Wushang."

Ye Qiu tightly embraced Fang Wushang in front of him.

"Wuwuwuwu..." Fang Wushang cried even more fiercely after Ye Qiu awoke.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm back now, aren't I?"

Ye Qiu prepared to help Fang Wushang up but found her eyes already swollen beyond recognition.

It seemed Fang Wushang was genuinely worried; she truly loved Ye Qiu.

Just as Ye Qiu tried to support himself with his left hand to stand up, he realized he seemed to be holding onto something, turning to look.

A white-haired young girl was holding his left hand, sleeping soundly.

That tender sleeping face, that almost transparent appearance...

"This child suddenly appeared just as you lifted the seal, then fainted with you."

Fang Wushang said while holding Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu released the left hand holding the girl, using it to poke her cheek.

"Dong, wake up."

Fang Wushang looked confusedly at Ye Qiu and the girl in front of them.

Fang Wushang slowly calmed down and then stood up, wiping her tears with her sleeve.

Ye Qiu picked up the white-haired girl sleeping on the ground.

Although she was a young girl, Fang Wushang felt uncomfortable seeing her lover holding another female. Who knew if Ye Qiu had awakened to some bad thing, or whether he originally had such a hobby...

Fang Wushang had many things she wanted to ask, but seeing Ye Qiu and the girl sleeping against him made her a bit hesitant to speak, afraid of disturbing them.

Slowly, Dong woke up and, upon seeing Ye Qiu in front of her, Ye Qiu whispered, "Good morning, Dong." as she woke up.

After a while, Dong fully awoke, and seeing Fang Wushang's expression, Ye Qiu realized something, slowly putting Dong down, letting her stand on the ground.

Yet Dong was quite reluctant, still wanting Ye Qiu to keep holding her. Witnessing this scene, Fang Wushang began to cry again; she had just been worrying herself sick over the person, only for them to wake up and start cosying up with a young girl.

Seeing this scene, Black Panther could only helplessly shake his head at them.

Ye Qiu looked apologetically at Fang Wushang, wanting to explain, but Dong, even while standing, still clung to Ye Qiu's leg. Seeing this scene, Fang Wushang refused to listen to Ye Qiu's explanation.

After much struggle, Ye Qiu finally explained his experiences in full to Fang Wushang and Black Panther. Of course, he left out the part about the kiss to avoid further misunderstandings.

Fang Wushang listened to Ye Qiu's words half-doubtfully.

"So, Dong is the Profound Celestial Ice Sword?"

"You could say that. But Dong is still Dong, right?"

Ye Qiu looked at Dong with a full-face smile.

Though not entirely certain, when Dong saw Ye Qiu's smiling face looking at her, she smiled back,

"Right."

The two joked idly like a father and daughter.

Then Ye Qiu introduced Fang Wushang and Black Panther to Dong.

But whether Dong listened or not was unclear, as she stayed happily clinging to Ye Qiu's leg.

"Then where is the Profound Celestial Ice Sword now?"

Black Panther awkwardly asked.

"After the seal was lifted, a light flashed out, and the sword disappeared, Dong suddenly appeared, then collapsed with you, I thought maybe the sword was blown away, but couldn't find it anywhere around."

"But now it's probably certain this girl named Dong is another form of the sword."

Black Panther knew some rare magical beasts or sub-species could change into human form, but didn't expect a divine artifact to have this ability.

Hearing Black Panther say this, Ye Qiu thought for a moment, then asked Dong hugging his leg, "Dong, will you fight with me?"

"As long as I'm with Ye Qiu, I don't mind doing anything."

"I promised to protect Dong, but with my own strength, I can't protect Dong, so I ask Dong to lend me strength, okay?"

Dong seemed to understand Ye Qiu's meaning, extending her right hand. Ye Qiu tightly held that tender little hand.

Dong's body began to shine, instantly transforming into the Profound Celestial Ice Sword in Ye Qiu's hand.

Both Black Panther and Fang Wushang were very surprised, though they already knew the girl was the sword, witnessing her transformation firsthand was quite shocking.

Ye Qiu raised the Profound Celestial Ice Sword, its blade emitting a freezing aura; for safety, Ye Qiu kept some distance from Fang Wushang and Black Panther, but even at this distance, they could feel the sword's cold breath.

The aura wasn't just the extreme cold they sensed before; it seemed more profound, as if a moment later they'd be swallowed by it, both feeling a sense of death.