Long Mo frowned his long eyebrows, and his sharp gaze shot a questioning look at Xuan Dao. "Why do you say so, venerable elder?"
Indeed, Long Mo had always been unruly and unrestrained. He was used to doing things his own way and would not tolerate any spiritual shackles. Now being stopped by someone he had only met once, he was surely a bit displeased.
Noticing the three vertical lines between Long Mo's eyebrows, Xuan Dao seemed to sense something, but still casually smiled. "Your Majesty the Dragon King doesn't need to be so sharp - tongued. I'm just speaking based on your fates. In order for you to protect him in the future, at least for now, you can't randomly use your dragon scales anymore."
"How do you know he is my fated one?"
"I know everything clearly about the right and wrong in this world, the grudges of past and present lives. Even for you, Your Majesty the Dragon King, there's an inescapable love tribulation."
Xuan Dao wore a faint smile. In his air of being in full control, there was a tinge of sorrow for all the joys and sorrows in the world. "Moreover, in this world, even if the fates are already determined, no one can control each other's destiny, let alone the final outcome."
"Then according to what you said, venerable elder, there will be more troubles waiting for me and Shu Yue?" Long Mo read between the lines and felt a faint uneasiness.
Shu Yue meant more to him than the entire Dragon Clan. But for Shu Yue, he was probably only needed in critical moments. It seemed really difficult for him to fully enter that person's world.
Was he going to face those storms before he even got into Shu Yue's heart?
"Everything is predestined. What's meant to come will always come," Xuan Dao said quietly. Then he looked back at Long Mo, his eyes so deep that one could not see the bottom. "Your Majesty the Dragon King, that's all I can say. If you can't accept it, just pretend I never said anything."
Leaving these words behind, he disappeared instantly with the white mist.
The admonition still lingered in his ears. After thinking about it for a while, Long Mo looked towards the tree - house again. Only half of a slender figure and gentle, charming eyes were visible.
His red lips parted and closed. The words he wanted to say as a greeting were swallowed back, because the scene of the two people was so serene and beautiful that he didn't have the heart to interrupt.
Just as he was about to leave quietly, he met Shu Yao's gaze the next moment. Then he politely smiled and didn't say a single word.
Shu Yao asked, "Aren't you going to wait for him to wake up?"
He believed that besides himself, Long Mo was the one most eager to see Shu Yue wake up.
"No. There are some matters in the Dragon Clan that I need to deal with. I'll leave first. Another day, I'll come to see him." Just as Long Mo was turning around to leave, he suddenly looked back and told Shu Yao, "By the way, tell me when you want to go back to Kunshan. I'll take you there so that those people won't give you and Shu Yue any trouble."
Just to be on the safe side, he had to be extremely careful now and try his best to prevent Shu Yue from being threatened or hurt.
However, before Shu Yao could respond, the man in front of him had already left only a straight back, disappearing around the corner of the woods.
Shu Yao stared in that direction for a while and suddenly felt that he was not as good as this man.
At least, Long Mo could do his best to protect Shu Yue, while he always brought trouble to Shu Yue.
So sometimes when Shu Yue confided in him, he chose to escape or pretended not to hear.
Some feelings, once one got trapped in them, it was hard to get out. It was better to just maintain respect.
When Shu Yue woke up, the sun was setting. The afterglow of the setting sun passed through the ancient pines and cypresses, and a beautiful and warm ray of light shone into a corner of the tree - house.
Shu Yao had been waiting by his side. Due to the oncoming tiredness, he fell asleep beside the bed.
When Shu Yue opened his eyes, he saw this beautiful scene of the beauty half - covering his face. It was truly a stunning sight. With picturesque eyebrows and fair skin, he was like a perfect fairy in a painting.
Shu Yue, who had a slight pain before, was so mesmerized that he forgot the pain in his body. He reached out his hand to brush away the blue silk that half - covered that alluring face.
He had wanted to do it quietly, but the moment his fingers touched Shu Yao, he woke him up. Knowing that it was a bad move, he could only watch as those beautiful eyes with eyelashes like a cicada's wings fluttered and slowly opened.
"Shu Yue, when did you wake up?!" Shu Yao was both surprised and happy. He rubbed his eyes, and the teardrops on his eyelashes looked like those of a small animal to Shu Yue, extremely lovable.
"I just woke up and saw that you were asleep. I didn't expect to wake you up."
"It's okay. I was just a bit sleepy," Shu Yao paused for a while and then suddenly shouted, which caught Shu Yue off guard. "Oh no!"
"What's wrong?" Shu Yue looked nervous, thinking that something serious had happened.
Unexpectedly, he saw Shu Yao running towards the kitchen in a hurry. "The porridge I put on the fire must be burnt."
Looking at this flustered back, Shu Yue thought it was kind of cute. He couldn't help but laugh, but accidentally pulled the wound, which made him frown slightly in pain.
After a while, Shu Yao still didn't appear. Shu Yue felt a pang in his heart and called out, "Are you okay, father?"
Unfortunately, he was too weak to even get up. He could only sit on the bed and crane his neck anxiously. Almost breaking his neck, he finally saw the familiar white - clothed figure appear around the corner.
However, there was a faint smell of burnt food. He frowned, already guessing the inevitable result.
Sure enough, Shu Yao walked over with a bowl of porridge in his hand, looking frustrated. He lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong and murmured, "I'm sorry, Shu Yue. I wanted to cook porridge for you, but I accidentally burnt it."
Lifting his delicate but apologetic face from the bowl, those bright eyes made people want to hug him and comfort him. Although Shu Yue didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he could only smile indulgently.
"It's okay. Let me have a taste first." He reached out his hand to Shu Yao, readily giving his father enough face.
Even if it might taste terrible, since it was cooked by his father, he would surely give it a try.
"Are you sure you want to drink it?" Shu Yao looked down at the horrible - looking porridge and gave Shu Yue a meaningful look, indicating that he should think twice.
The next moment, he saw the man say without hesitation, "Even if it's poison, I'll drink it."
Shu Yao walked over nervously and guiltily, put the bowl of porridge in front of Shu Yue, and kept looking at every expression on his face.
However, Shu Yue remained calm. Only the corner of his mouth twitched, but he still seriously said, "Father, the appearance of this porridge is really not good, but it's already very good for your first time."
Shu Yue gave Shu Yao a thumbs - up as an encouragement, but in his heart, he was secretly complaining about this "terrible" porridge.
This porridge was truly unprecedented and would never be replicated. Almost all of it was burnt in the bowl, and the pungent smell of burnt food made him regret his straightforward words.