Hanxu turned as the footsteps neared. The man approaching looked unlike anyone he’d seen — white robes, silver-blue eyes, an aura colder than any mountain storm.
“Who… who are you?” Hanxu asked quietly.
Liuyue stopped before him, studying every line of the boy’s face — the resemblance so strong it almost hurt to breathe.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzx8rFSLhfc
The shape of his jaw, the faint curve of his brows, even the way he stood — it was all her.
And yet, those eyes… they were his own.
Liuyue knelt slowly, his voice low, trembling despite his composure.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ415rLMDzRC
“Hanxu…”
The boy blinked, unsure. “You know my name?”
Liuyue hesitated. His fingers clenched, then relaxed as he forced the words out.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYnkhgEdcNe
“I should. Because I… am your father.”
Silence struck like lightning.
Hanxu stared — the word echoing in his mind. Father.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE7xAJKyxp9
He had never said it before. Never dared to imagine the face behind it.
“My… father?” His voice cracked. “You’re lying.”
Liuyue’s gaze softened. “I would never lie about that.”
Hanxu’s chest tightened. He took a step back — then forward again, uncertain. “Then why—” His voice shook. “Why weren’t you there?”
Liuyue’s eyes dimmed. “I didn’t know you lived,” he said quietly. “I thought… I lost you with her.”
Something inside Hanxu broke.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa09TxWqxbQ
The confusion, the loneliness, the years of being “the boy without parents” — it all poured out at once. He stumbled forward and grabbed Liuyue’s robes, pressing his face into them as he began to cry.
Liuyue froze — then wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close. His hand trembled as he rested it on the boy’s head.
“I’m here now,” he whispered. “And I won’t leave again.”
Hanxu sobbed harder. “You promise?”
“I swear it.”
The Bonds of Youth
From a distance, Huo Yulian leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, trying (and failing) not to grin.
He called out, “Hey, Hanxu! Are you seriously crying already? You just met him!”
Hanxu turned, sniffling. “Shut up, Yulian!”
Yulian laughed, running over and clapping him on the shoulder. “Well, looks like I’ve got competition. Now I’ll have to fight your father for your attention!”
Liuyue raised an eyebrow — faint amusement flickering. “You can try, Huo boy.”
That made Yulian blink. “Wait—he actually jokes?”
Tianlong Yuhan smiled faintly. “He learned from the best,” she said, glancing at the two boys. “And perhaps he will again.”
That evening, beneath the mountain’s glowing lanterns, Xing Liuyue officially took Xing Hanxu as his disciple — and acknowledged him as his son.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjMAL5c3lVE
The bond between them began not in ceremony, but in tears and laughter — a fragile warmth reborn after years of silence.
For Hanxu, it was the first time he ever felt what “home” meant.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡowJ7iGr8S2
And for Liuyue, it was the day his frozen heart began to thaw.
and then Add to home screen.