20 years later...
"Xiao Liu!"
Hong Liu winces as her hand stops over the crock of the earthen wine bottle, she turns with half squeezing eyes open to see Ren, calm and wise always but his lips pressed in displeasure.
"Ren, please!" Hong Liu whined.
"No!" He snatches the bottle away and Hong Liu stretches her arms helplessly, looking up at him with those dark wide eyes.
"I know what you are trying to do, It won't work Xiao Liu. You have not recovered even ten per cent of cultivation, I won't let you play with your health like this,"
Hong Liu sighs in defeat and gets up a dusting of her pale pink robes from the ground, the bells chiming with her moment they were in the meadow that she discover when she was just five thousand years old, it is beautiful and makes a perfect hiding place because of the dense forest line, its hard to walk so deep inside, one should have good determination to discover it.
