After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 59 - "The One to Walk Beside Me Must Be You"

“If I leave the Shengxu Sect one day, will you still think of me like this?”

He Ange hadn’t actually spoken those words aloud.

But he had thought them.

It was his first time saving his beloved senior sister, and the moment had stirred something sentimental in him—a fleeting, self-indulgent inner monologue.

After all, An Luo Yi had always been strong and independent. She never showed any signs of weakness. Unlike He Ange, who seemed to attract misfortune, she was the “destined prodigy,” the kind of person who would never fall victim to a villain’s schemes or find herself in peril. Opportunities to save someone like her were rare.

Rescuing a celestial figure like An Luo Yi was a once-in-a-lifetime chance.

He Ange had always liked An Luo Yi.

Given the circumstances, it was only natural for his emotions to surface.

What he hadn’t expected was for his thoughts to reach her.

High in the sky.

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He Ange and An Luo Yi were still falling.

He held her in his arms, shielding her from the rushing wind. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him like a pendant.

“If you leave, I’ll bring you back. You don’t have to stay in the Shengxu Sect, but you must stay by my side,” An Luo Yi murmured softly.

Her response to his unspoken thoughts made He Ange’s heart race and his cheeks flush. It felt as if he had been humming a private tune, only for someone to join in uninvited—or as if someone had read his diary and left a reply confessing their love. It was both thrilling and mortifying.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Aside from the sound of her breath, which sent his imagination running wild, the wind roared in his ears.

The ground was still some distance away, and He Ange needed to conserve his spiritual energy. He was already running low, having burned through much of it in a desperate burst of demonic energy earlier. If he exhausted his reserves completely, he would have no choice but to rely entirely on his demonic power to land safely.

And if it came to that, his identity as a rogue cultivator would inevitably be exposed.

Meanwhile, An Luo Yi waited to see how He Ange would handle the situation.

Truthfully, from the moment he caught her, she had felt an overwhelming sense of safety. Her limbs no longer trembled, and her body stopped reacting to the fear. Her cultivation had already returned to normal.

But An Luo Yi didn’t want to reveal that.

If she recovered too quickly, wouldn’t that make things awkward for He Ange?

He had gone to such lengths to save her; she might as well enjoy the moment.

“Senior Sister, it’s late. If we make too much noise, the sect might notice. I see a waterfall near the base of Luo Xue Peak... How about we land in the water to cushion the fall?” He Ange suggested, a bit helplessly.

He had no other choice. Without enough spiritual energy to slow their descent, landing on solid ground would require immense power to absorb the impact—something only a high-level cultivator could manage. He Ange didn’t have that luxury.

Jumping into the water, on the other hand, would create less noise and provide a natural buffer.

“Alright. I don’t have the strength right now, so I’ll follow your lead,” An Luo Yi replied, her tone soft and compliant.

She clung to He Ange like a sloth, feeling his warmth and heartbeat as she let him take charge.

He Ange was taken aback by how docile she was.

If only she could always be this gentle, never cold or distant like before...

Of course, he didn’t realize that this thought, too, reached An Luo Yi.

…

The chaotic ordeal ended with a splash as the two plunged into the water.

By the time they emerged, the night sky was dark, illuminated only by the moonlight. Both of them were drenched as He Ange carried An Luo Yi on his back, making his way up the mountain.

Luo Xue Peak was tall, and the mountain path was long.

At first, He Ange was somewhat thrilled by the situation. Feeling the softness of his senior sister pressed against his back, combined with the damp closeness of their bodies, was enough to make his heart race. Her black-stockinged legs, slick with water, felt particularly enticing against his hands.

He thought to himself that this was a rare treat. An Luo Yi wasn’t heavy, so why not take his time and enjoy the moment?

But as he continued walking, the novelty wore off, and fatigue set in.

No matter how attractive she was, laziness was ingrained in his nature.

Noticing that An Luo Yi had seemingly fallen asleep on his back, He Ange quietly summoned his Silver Phoenix Sword to carry them the rest of the way to the peak.

Upon reaching the pavilion at the summit, He Ange gently laid An Luo Yi on the bed.

He considered waking her to suggest she take a bath and change into dry clothes, but before he could say anything, he realized she was watching him.

She wasn’t asleep after all.

“You can fly with a sword, but you lied to me,” An Luo Yi said calmly, her gaze steady.

He Ange felt a pang of guilt. He had only wanted an excuse to be close to her, but he hadn’t anticipated the chaos that would ensue. What started as a playful gesture had spiraled into a full-blown ordeal, complete with a dramatic fall from the sky.

If he had admitted to knowing how to fly earlier, none of this would have happened.

“If I said I just learned mid-air, would you believe me?” he asked, attempting to salvage the situation.

“I would. Even if you’re lying, I’d still believe you.”

“Forget it. I’ve always known how to fly... I’m sorry.”

Faced with her earnest gaze, He Ange couldn’t bring himself to lie any further.

Everyone has moments of stubbornness, but sincerity matters most.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“It’s a good thing you can fly. It’ll make it easier for you to visit me on Luo Xue Peak in the future,” An Luo Yi said with a gentle smile.

For her, He Ange’s ability to fly was a positive development. It meant he had gained a basic level of independence, allowing him to respond quickly if needed.

Besides, after experiencing such an emotional rollercoaster, she wasn’t about to get upset over something so trivial. His deception about flying had no direct impact on her own mishap with the sword, so there was no reason to hold it against him.

At that moment, An Luo Yi found herself liking He Ange more and more. He had always been endearing, but his past lack of effort had disappointed her, leading her to distance herself in hopes of motivating him.

Back then, she had taken his admiration for granted, using it as leverage to push him harder. Her methods had been harsh, even hurtful.

She hadn’t understood.

But now, An Luo Yi realized she had been wrong.

As his senior sister, as his mentor, and perhaps even as a woman, she needed to be more understanding and supportive.

During their journey back, she had discovered that by pressing her chest against He Ange’s back, she could faintly hear his inner thoughts. She realized he feared being abandoned by her, that he often felt misunderstood and hurt.

An Luo Yi didn’t know all of He Ange’s secrets, but she could sense his emotions. She knew she couldn’t continue to be cold toward him. She needed to be kind and reciprocate his feelings before it was too late.

She wasn’t naive.

She understood that once someone’s heart truly grew cold, no amount of regret could bring them back.

“Tomorrow, there’s a Mid-Autumn Festival in Yong’an City. The city lord has invited the Shengxu Sect, and the sect master has asked me to attend on behalf of the sect,” An Luo Yi said, breaking the silence.

Hearing this, He Ange’s expression dimmed slightly.

“That’s great. You should get some rest tonight, then. I won’t disturb you,” he said, forcing a smile.

He had come to Luo Xue Peak specifically because he knew there were no swordsmanship classes tomorrow. He had hoped to invite An Luo Yi to explore the city with him, thinking she might appreciate a break from her solitary life on the mountain.

But now it seemed he had been overthinking. As a direct disciple of the sect master, An Luo Yi was far too busy for something as trivial as wandering the city with him.

“He Ange, you seem disappointed,” An Luo Yi said, her gaze softening as she looked at him.

She had already overheard his thoughts on the way back.

He Ange had wanted to invite her out. How could she possibly refuse?

In fact, she had been feeling restless for over a week, waiting for him to visit. If he hadn’t come tonight, she might have gone to find him herself.

“It’s nothing. I just feel bad for bothering you when you have important sect duties tomorrow,” He Ange said with a shrug, hiding his true feelings.

An Luo Yi could see through him.

She knew he wouldn’t admit his disappointment.

Instead of pressing him further, she decided to make things simple.

“Tomorrow, at the Mid-Autumn Festival, I want you to accompany me.”

“And He Ange, the one to walk beside me must be you.”

tln : i’m glad luo yi started to be more honest about her feeling :)))