The Inn of Coming Wealth - 43

The woman before him bore a strong resemblance, about seven or eight parts, to 'Su Jingwen' who had stood on the volcanic peak years ago, wielding her blade and shielding them from the destructive celestial fire. However, her aura was entirely different. Su Jingwen always carried a fierce, forward-driving intensity and the pressure of survival; in contrast, the woman before him, Guan Caihua, had eyes as calm and gentle as well water, exuding an aura of peaceful, settled life. Yet, when Chixiao saw Asu reach out to take the ledger from Shopkeeper Jin, casually resting her left index finger on her brow and deftly beginning to use her right hand on the abacus, Chixiao's breathing grew heavy. "It's impossible... there can't be two people in this world who share the exact same subtle habit of tapping their brow three times with their index finger when resting it," Chixiao's voice was hoarse, laden with long-suppressed emotion. Shadowblade walked forward directly, kneeling on one knee, his gaze burning as he looked at the almost faded but still present scar on Asu's wrist: "During the volcanic collapse, you used the alias Su Jingwen and accompanied us, carving out a path for survival; when the dragon脉 went berserk, you used the divine form of Guan Ruoxi to suppress all things; and now... you are here as Guan Caihua, running this inn, aren't you?" "Whether you are Jingwen, Ruoxi, or Caihua..." Chixiao's eyes turned red, and he reached out as if to touch Asu, then hesitated, afraid it was a dream, "You are our Asu." As always, the reply The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The guests from the Forest Community and the Slow-Living Countryside were all stunned, and even Shopkeeper Jin's mouth hung open.