Chapter 453 - Make You Fall in Love Again (1/2)

Jing Yi sighed and motioned to the room behind him. ”Come on in then.”

Qiu Ling's expression lit up even more and he hurried inside, even closing the door behind him. ”My love, you —”

”No.” Jing Yi lifted a hand and took a deep breath. ”Qiu Ling, I already told you. I'm not in love with you anymore. We're not a couple anymore. So don't call me 'my love', it's not right. Just … call me by my name.”

”Just your name?” Qiu Ling's expression dimmed but he soon rallied his spirits again. Whatever it was he called his beloved, as long as he could see him again it was already an achievement! He stepped closer and grabbed Jing Yi's hands with a smile. ”My Jing'er —”

”No.” Jing Yi wriggled his way out of Qiu Ling's grasp and shook his head. ”Just my name. Jing Yi. Just call me Jing Yi.”

Qiu Ling pursed his lips. This wasn't romantic at all!

Seeing his expression Jing Yi felt a major headache coming on. There really was no simple way to break up with someone like Qiu Ling. Well, he hadn't expected anything else. Now he could only hope that Qiu Ling would understand and accept how matters were when he explained everything.

He turned around and poured a cup of tea for Qiu Ling. ”Why don't you sit down?”

Qiu Ling did as he was told and used the opportunity to look up at Jing Yi. His beloved had turned older in the secret realm. Right now, he was closer to Jing He's age. Well, at least appearance-wise. Naturally, as a mortal, Jing Yi didn't even come close to Jing He's real age.

As for their actual countenance … There was barely a slight resemblance. Jing He had always been beautiful, even to a degree that couldn't be measured by human or even godly standards. Even someone of the inherently vain dragon race wouldn't be able to disagree that Jing He was a supreme beauty. Everything about him was perfect.

Jing Yi, on the other hand, could probably be counted as good-looking or maybe a little cute. He wasn't as beautiful as Jing He though. There wasn't anything wrong with his appearance but he lacked the spotless, jade-like skin of Jing He that seemed to radiate a gentle light and the deep gaze from those dark eyes. Naturally, his hair wasn't as silky either and the color was a little off.

If you looked at Jing He, then it was as if you were examining a beautiful portrait, painted with the best colors by the best painter the Nine Heavens had, honed to perfection. Jing Yi … Maybe it had been the best painter's assistant that painted him and maybe the colors he used had been the remainders of what his master used. It still was a stunning portrait but next to the one the master had drawn you would naturally notice the areas where it was lacking.

Qiu Ling still liked looking at it. The portrait was nice in its own way and if you compared the way the person on it smiled, then you would realize that it was completely unimportant who had drawn it and what he had used to do so. The most important was the object that was painted and that was still the same to him.

This was his Jing He. Whether he knew who he was or whether he accepted that he was his, this was still his Jing He. And he would remain his Jing He forever.