Chapter 1212 — You Don't Blame Me, Do You? Feng Tianlong had been listening all along to the conversation between Tang Yun and Feng Xiaoxiao; grateful to Tang Yun in his heart, he was glad for his daughter as well, that at the very end of her life she had run into such an understanding and sensible first wife in Tang Yun, for otherwise, had it been anyone else, they would long ago have been wishing Feng Xiaoxiao would hurry up and pass on.

And at that moment, seeing that his daughter had begun to work something out, Feng Tianlong naturally stepped forward first to explain the reason behind it all; he was afraid that Feng Xiaoxiao would take the kindness of Wei Zhao and Tang Yun for mere charity, for simple pity.

"Ah!" Feng Xiaoxiao's heart gave a start -- so it was true after all! Wei Zhao, her hubby, and Sister Tang Yun both knew the truth now! Yet she also breathed a sigh of relief: knowing was knowing, it had all had to come out sooner or later, and it was far easier coming from her father's lips than from her own!

Otherwise, Feng Xiaoxiao had no idea how she could ever have brought herself to broach it with Wei Zhao. All along this had all but become a canker on her heart; she did not want Wei Zhao to suffer the pain her departure would bring him, and yet she was sunk so deep in the wonder of love that she could not pull herself free!

So Feng Xiaoxiao's heart was torn: she could not bear to leave Wei Zhao, and yet she saw no way out. Living every day in the torment of self-reproach, she was often jolted awake from nightmares! Besides, she now had not only Wei Zhao as a boyfriend, but Tang Yun as a sister who doted on her!

Love and friendship -- she had them both, and the more she possessed, the more she dreaded losing them!

Now that her father had told Wei Zhao and Tang Yun about her condition, Feng Xiaoxiao felt a great weight lift from her.

"Sister Yunyun, you don't blame me... for having kept all these things from you all this time..." Feng Xiaoxiao hardly dared meet Tang Yun's eyes.

"We don't blame you... if anything, we all feel for you!" Tang Yun sighed. "Xiaoxiao, to tell the truth, when I heard the news I was truly shaken. But knowing the fearless way you have always loved and hated, I managed to guess the gist of it -- you knew long ago that you did not have long to live, and that is why you have been living this way, isn't it?"

"Yes..." Feng Xiaoxiao nodded without surprise. Once Tang Yun knew her situation, there was nothing remarkable about her having guessed it all.

"But you must believe in Wei Zhao -- he will certainly find a way to cure you. Just now, when all of us had run out of every option, he found life once more in the jaws of death and pulled you back..." Tang Yun said encouragingly.

"Yes... I believe him..." Feng Xiaoxiao nodded, though she still did not quite dare look at Tang Yun.

"Come, let's go cook something for Wei Zhao, shall we? When he wakes up he will surely be hungry -- none of us has had time to eat today." Tang Yun took Feng Xiaoxiao's hand and said.

"Yes!" Feng Xiaoxiao agreed happily; she adored nothing more than preparing a feast of love for Wei Zhao!

Watching his daughter and Tang Yun get along so harmoniously, Feng Tianlong found it almost unbelievable. Could two women really live together in peace, without war? But the proof stood right before his eyes, leaving him no room for doubt! As for whether Tang Yun was sincere, that much Feng Tianlong could still see for himself!

Perhaps Tang Yun's first choice had been made out of sympathy for Feng Xiaoxiao, but now her eyes held far more than sympathy: they were filled with a deep affection and care.

Feng Tianlong knew he had outstayed his welcome. He cleared his throat and said to Feng Xiaoxiao, "Xiaoxiao, Daddy is off now -- I still have matters to see to!"

"Mm, goodbye!" At that moment Feng Xiaoxiao rather wanted her father to leave as well, for there were certain private things she could hardly say with him present.

Feng Tianlong glanced at Li Yifeng, who naturally took his meaning; he led Director Liu and the company of doctors out of Feng Xiaoxiao's apartment, and Feng Tianlong himself followed close behind.

With the door shut, only Tang Yun, Feng Xiaoxiao, and the sleeping Wei Zhao remained in the apartment!

"Sister Yunyun, the truth is, I truly cannot bear to leave you -- I really, truly cannot! To have met you in the final moments of my life is the greatest blessing I have known in all my years!" Feng Xiaoxiao said, working the utensils on the stove with practised ease, her heart swelling with emotion.

"I feel the same, Xiaoxiao. At first, when I agreed to your wager, it was really out of spite; deep down I was rather resistant. But the more time I spent with you, the more genuinely I came to regard you as a true friend!" Tang Yun too was moved. "So what I am saying is, if it is possible, let's... stay together for the rest of our lives?"

"Yes!" Feng Xiaoxiao nodded hard, deeply moved. "I too hope to have a sister who dotes on me for all my life!"

"Hehe... enough of these unhappy things -- let's get dinner on..." Tang Yun tossed her head and said to Feng Xiaoxiao.

"All right!" Feng Xiaoxiao set to work as well...

The moment Wei Zhao entered the jade pendant's space, he began straightaway and impatiently circulating the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art, greedily absorbing the elemental energy of the space for his own use.

This time, not only did he need a great deal of energy to make up for the blood he had lost, but his body required even more of it to recover his strength.

Jiao Yazi watched Wei Zhao and could not help shaking his head. "You are nothing if not devoted -- you have paid a heavy price this time, I take it?"

"Nothing destroyed, nothing rebuilt..." Wei Zhao said evenly, with no intention of going on with Elder Jiao; he was making the most of every moment to cultivate, and had no time to waste in idle talk with the old man.

"You brat! I show concern for you, and you throw my good intentions back in my face!" Jiao Yazi glared, then turned his head away and would have nothing more to do with Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao had been through this many times before -- losing his strength and winning it back again. Though he was now squeezing out every spare second for cultivation, he was in no hurry in his heart; it would return sooner or later, so what was there to fret about?

The elemental energy of the jade pendant's space was swiftly drawn up by Wei Zhao; he grew ever more adept at this art. The first time, he had been unable to gather the energy around him fully to his own use, and could only draw it in slowly of his own accord!

But after several cycles of destruction and rebuilding, Wei Zhao had grown ever more practised: he could mobilize all the energy of the jade pendant's space to whirl around his sides and above his head, so that he could absorb the elements passively, thereby hastening the speed of his cultivation!

Had he been in the world outside rather than in the jade pendant's space, the grass, trees, and houses for hundreds of miles around would presumably have been caught in the wake of those energy elements. Any bystander would have been astonished, for the energy around Wei Zhao swirled about him like a tornado, while Wei Zhao himself sat at the very eye of that vortex of energy!

Jiao Yazi betrayed no particular expression; he merely glanced at the whirlpool of energy surrounding Wei Zhao and sighed to himself -- each time, the boy kicked up a bigger commotion than the last.

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