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"I really miss the carefree days of the past, when I played the flute and you danced.

You played the zither, and I performed the Sword Dance.

The last time at the National Studies Association, you accompanied my dance. It was the happiest day of the past two thousand years for me.

I wish you could accompany my dance once more, but unfortunately, you are pregnant now and cannot dance.

Junior sister, how about you play a tune for me, and I’ll perform the Sword Dance?"

Back at the mountain villa, their favorite spot was by the river, either he played the flute while she danced or she played the zither while he practiced swordplay.

I really miss those days.

Xia Weibao was about to refuse, but seeing the eagerness in his eyes, thinking about him holding onto a memory alone looking for her for two thousand years, the words of refusal caught in her throat and she suddenly couldn’t speak them.

As if driven by a mysterious force, she nodded, "Okay."

Only after agreeing did she suddenly wake up, why did she agree?

She wanted to back out, but he had already sent someone to fetch the zither.

With a radiant smile, as happy as a child.

Xia Weibao opened her mouth slightly, but then thought, oh well, it’s just playing the zither once.

Soon, the zither was brought, a legendary instrument.

It was placed in front of her.

Long Xuanye stood on the grass in front, holding a sword, watching her with a smile.

In the sunlight, the man wore a white tracksuit, his smile bright and hearty,

A young man clad in white from some family, full of youthful spirit.

With a long sword pointing to the sky, exuding the aura of a great hero.

As he looked at her with that cheerful smile, Xia Weibao felt her heart suddenly soften a little.

This situation was very mysterious, it felt like hers, yet not at all.

Could it be that she and Long Xuanye were truly in love in the past?

Otherwise, how could there be such sudden emotions?

"Junior sister, let’s begin."

Long Xuanye’s words interrupted Xia Weibao’s thoughts.

She withdrew her gaze and looked at the zither in front of her, her fair fingers gently playing it.

The melody was melodious, slowly flowing from her fingertips.

Long Xuanye’s hand moved, the one holding the sword, and his body followed. He was performing a simple sword technique, the force was smooth and graceful, twirling the sword into a flowery pattern, making a few stray grasses dance in the air.

He performed with great seriousness, his gaze gentle, his expression reminiscent.

She knew he was reminiscing again.

This person seemed to always live in memories, never facing reality.

Long Xuanye was very handsome, with a pleasing presence; when he wasn’t emanating any hostility, he was charming.

Especially when dressed all in white, like a refined gentleman of unmatched elegance.

People are always hard to resist beautiful things, and Xia Weibao couldn’t help but be a little entranced.

In front of her eyes, she seemed to see a young man in white, freely performing the Sword Dance.

A young man in fine clothes and a spirited horse in youthful times.

Beside him, a delicate young lady watched with a smile in her eyes.

The atmosphere between the two was quite harmonious; even without speaking, an unintended glance at each other could reveal a smile in the other’s eyes.

The young man finished the Sword Dance, sheathed the sword to his back, its tip pointed skyward, as he walked toward her.

"Junior sister, how was my dance?"

"Junior sister, junior sister?"

Xia Weibao then returned to her senses, looking at Long Xuanye who was already standing in front of her, her expression somewhat flustered.

What she just saw, was it their past?

The things Long Xuanye spoke of, were they real!

"What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Noticing her uneasy expression, Long Xuanye was very concerned.

"Maybe I’m just tired, I want to go back and rest."

"Alright." Long Xuanye really wanted to spend more time with her; just now, he felt as if they had returned to the past.

But he still carried her back, not wanting her to be too weary.

That moment just now was a time he stole, enough for him to reminisce for a long time.