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She had certainly read the novel and it was her favorite martial arts novel.

Among all the martial arts novels written by Liang Yusheng, Yang Qingyin loved ‘Traces of the Wanderer’ the most. The sincere and loving relationship between Zhang Danfeng and Yun Lei, Zhang Danfeng’s persistent love for Yun Lei, and their helpless situation due to the life-and-death feud between their families had touched her deeply. When she had read it for the first time, she had nearly been brought to tears.

During one of the arguments when Zhang Danfeng left in a huff, he said this; “Better to have not seen you than to see you and feign indifference, when there is love that seems like no love.”

Thinking of this line and then of her own familial feud with Luo Ziling, Yang Qingyin suddenly felt the urge to cry.

Why is it so similar?

Watching Yang Qingyin’s moved expression, Luo Ziling couldn’t help but laugh.

“Zhang Danfeng fell for Yun Lei, his ‘little brother,’ pretty quickly, but eventually they discovered they were mortal enemies and couldn’t possibly be together.” Luo Ziling watched Yang Qingyin, his face wearing a faint smile, “Their enmity was a real matter of the state, Zhang Danfeng’s father had detained Yun Lei’s grandfather in the Pastoral Desert for twenty years. But in the end, they found their own happiness. I really like this novel, and my favorite martial arts character is Zhang Danfeng, a true nobleman who is as mad as he is chivalrous, able to cry and to sing beyond the mundane world. How I wish I were him.”

Having said that, Luo Ziling took a big swig of the Longjing tea prepared by Yang Qingyin and laughed twice before adding, “A young disciple steps into the world of martial arts, as time in the martial world swiftly flies. Amidst grand plans and laughters, one barely survives a drunken life. I really feel a bit like Zhang Danfeng. Haha.”

When Luo Ziling expressed his sentiments, his mind truly conjured up the content described in the novel.

Zhang Danfeng’s sincere and heartfelt calls to his “little brother” had at least more flavor than him calling Yang Qingyin “Senior.”

Hmm, when it comes time to change the mode of address for more flavor.

Yang Qingyin’s heart was stirred continuously by Luo Ziling’s analogy and his waves of reflection.

The characters of Zhang Danfeng and Yun Lei, vividly portrayed in the novel, also alternated within her heart.

For two people of feuding families to eventually come together was indeed very touching and not an easy feat.

Comparing yourself to Zhang Danfeng, do you have his forthrightness and handsomeness? Do you have a Prime Minister as a father? Hmph, who is Yun Lei, and who are Tuomuhua and Dantai Jingming?” In the end, Yang Qingyin merely teased Luo Ziling with a playful remark, “He rides a white horse, and dressed in white, he entered the pass. You don’t wear white, nor do you have a white horse, and the horse you’ve ridden on the grasslands is a black horse.”

“Alas, only the handsome guy in a white robe, riding a white horse that outshines snow, is the White Horse Prince,” Luo Ziling pretended to look very regretful, “If I had known, I would’ve taken your advice and bought a white horse on the grasslands. Without the white horse, I’ll just wear white clothes, at least that way I’m one step closer to being a White Horse Prince. Right, Senior?”

Yang Qingyin didn’t bother with Luo Ziling’s remark, but instead opened up a video he took while on horseback and started watching it intently.

Halfway through the video, she looked at Luo Ziling with a strange expression, “Did Zhang Danfeng and Yun Lei ever ride a horse together like this?”

“Maybe?” Luo Ziling said with some uncertainty, “Definitely, Zhang Danfeng’s white horse was so magnificent, it could easily carry two people.”

However, he quickly understood what Yang Qingyin meant, and laughed, “Senior, I will definitely take you to the grasslands to ride horses again, and I’ll even find a big white horse for you to ride, and I’ll put on white clothes too.”

“Unfortunately, Zhang Danfeng didn’t enter through Bayanbulak.” Seeing that Luo Ziling understood her meaning, Yang Qingyin playfully said, “Do you think there would be that kind of scenery at Bayanbulak?”

“Even if I’m not Zhang Danfeng and you’re not Yun Lei, I’ll still take you to gallop across the grassland on a horse; even if I don’t have the incredible martial arts or family background of Zhang Danfeng, I won’t give up on what we have now. Everything is up to us, and I only believe in my own efforts.” Luo Ziling spoke and then took Yang Qingyin’s hand, which was on the table, and grasped it firmly, “I believe that if you want to do something, you’ll just do it and be able to achieve it.”

Yang Qingyin didn’t pull away, instead, she also gripped Luo Ziling’s hand tightly.

With their hands clasped together, both of them simultaneously broke into radiant smiles.

These smiles were like blooming mountain flowers, silent springs, gentle breezes coming in, and they blew all the shadows away.

Yang Qingyin’s eyes moved back to the computer screen and continued looking at the photos.