âNo!â Hong Lianâs heartbeat quickened and her eyes grew more merciless, âWhy would I ever hold you in my heart? I, Hong Lian, once served the strongest Silver Moon Pavilion Master, a woman of the highest stature. The only one worthy of me is Chu Yihan! What are you? What makes you think you have the right to like me?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âSo what if I like you!â
Mo Qi roared with all his might, âYou call me a dog, but how are you any different from me? Arenât we both just people who serve our masters, risking our lives for them? The only difference is that your master never taught you, but my master did teach me. We are subordinates, bearers of their trust and power, honorable masters in our own right, not dogs!â
Hong Lianâs heart trembled violently, crushed by Mo Qiâs reprimand.
I am a dog⦠she had always felt that way, yet a sense of pride welled up within her. Even if she was a dog, she was a fearsome one, the dog of the Silver Moon Pavilion Master!
She was so much more noble than these ordinary, mundane people!
She had never considered that Mo Qi was different from her.
He bore Chu Yihanâs trust and power, an honorable man with immense strength.
At the moment Mo Qi said those words to her, she couldnât even lift her head.
Mo Qi looked at her, the sight of her prideful head bowed was truly heartbreaking.
He couldnât help but reach out his hand, wanting to gently comfort her, but Hong Lian forcefully slapped it away, âDonât pity me! If youâre going to leave, then leave! Even if Iâm left alone in this dark dungeon, I wonât be afraid! I will continue to live, live to see the day Su Yingxue dies! What I canât have, she doesnât deserve!â
Mo Qi looked at the red mark on the back of his hand, and laughed foolishly, âYouâre still as unreasonable as ever.â
âRight, I am unreasonable! You say youâre not your masterâs dog, but in front of me, arenât you still a dog? Iâve never liked you. If you werenât constantly at Chu Yihanâs side, a dog like you wouldnât even be worthy of a glance from me! Whatâs there to fear about you leaving? Get lost! Hurry up and get lost! Take all your stuff and leave! Who needs your pathetic charity!â
Hong Lian cursed loudly, each word cutting into Mo Qiâs heart like a knife, every word sharp as a blade.
Mo Qi left in a daze, closing the dungeon door behind him.
He knew that once he left, there would not be a single ray of light inside.
Hong Lian could only live in the eternal darkness underground until whenever her time came.
This was torture for her, and even more so for him!
His heart ached, but he was powerless to help!
If she hated him so much, then why should he⦠bother at all?
Mo Qi wiped away the tears at the corner of his eyes and returned to his room with his sword in hand.
Once he woke up from a nightâs sleep, he would no longer remember Hong Lian.
There would be no more memories, no more pain.
Life has to go on, doesnât it?
After Mo Qi left, Hong Lian, mustering all her strength, cursed loudly for a long time, until she could no longer speak and her voice became hoarse before she stopped.
She thought that her frenzied cursing would soften Mo Qiâs heart, that he would turn back to look at her!
He would surely feel sorry for her!
âIf you like me so much, why donât you come back?â
Hong Lian crouched in the darkness, silently shedding tears.
She reached out to touch the box that Mo Qi had brought for her, pulling out a dress and a rouge case.
The finest fabric and the best quality.
âThis foolâ¦â
Hong Lian cried, this fool would always do everything within his power to give her the best things.