Muyan glances at the screen, then looks back at Feng Haitang, âOne can say that he doesnât have anything at all now, mutilated, do you really not care about that?â
âI donât care! I donât care at all!â Feng Haitang could bear it no longer. She jumps off of the couch, then steps barefoot unto the floor. She cries out, âGirl, beg you to tell me where Haotian is, please? I just want to meet him, I want to be by his side. Even if he curses me and blames me, I will never leave him.â
âThis is what I, Feng Haitang, has set my mind on in this life!â
There are no regrets within her hoarse and trembling voice, as itâs brimming with decisiveness.
At this moment, a soft and gentle smile finally appears on Muyanâs face.
She looks over to the screen and unhurriedly says: âYan Haotian, did you hear that?â
With that, Feng Haitang stares blankly, then suddenly turns around to look at the screen.
The screen slightly moves once more, and a tall figure slowly comes out from behind it.
Itâs Yan Haotian.
âHaotianâ!!â Feng Haitang immediately throws herself into his arms. She tightly holds on to him and makes a heart-wrenching wail, âHaotian, I finally found you! Donât push me away again, okay? It was really so exhausting to look for you!â
Yan Haotianâs whole body goes rigid. His hands remains in the air, not having the slightest bit of movement for quite a while.
But his red eyes and trembling flesh nevertheless betray his emotions at this moment.
A long while later however, Yan Haotian still staunchly pushes Feng Haitang away.
There is a tenderness in his eyes, wistful, fond, and yearning. But at this moment, he thoroughly and completely represses them.
Yan Haotian takes a step back and looks at Feng Haitang with indifference, shaking his head with a distant expression.
He soundlessly mouths, âYou should go, I donât want to see you.â
Feng Haitang seems to have been struck by lightning, teardrops spilling down with no end in sight. Wipe them off and they still keep gushing out.
A flash of pain flickers within his eyes and disappears just as fast. Soon after, Yan Haotian grits his teeth and makes his salutations towards Muyan, turns around, and unhesitatingly leaves.
But before he could walk out,
The drawled words from Muyan nearly makes him trip mid-step.
âTsk tsk, acting all unfeeling and coldhearted now. When she passed out earlier, you were so anxiously crying out, âah ahâ, asking me to save her!â
Yan Haotian stiffens where heâs standing. Itâs a long time before he could open the door in a panic, and run out like heâs fleeing.
Feng Haitang watches in a daze as he cuts a sorry figure with his exiting back.
In her anguished and despairing eyes, a touch of cheer slowly appears.
Could it be that Haotian is not really heartless towards her, heâs just... just...
âThat stump of elm wood* merely thinks of himself as a useless person now, and heâs not good enough for you.â Muyan conveniently says.
blockhead It was out of good intentions that Yan Haotian pushed Feng Haitang away.
But it never crossed his mind that such an act might shove Feng Haitang into the fires of hell.
Feng Haitang bites her lower lip, her face happy in one moment then sad in the next.
She suddenly faces Muyan and plops down into a kneel, âMiss Jun, I have something to ask of you.â
âLetâs hear it.â
âI want to recognize you as Lord, and follow by you.â
âRecognize me as Lord?â this turn of events really gives Muyan a surprise.
Feng Haitang heavily nods, there is an unswerving determination in her eyes, âHaotianâs fate, you have saved and taken him away from the Ghost City. You are Haotianâs savior, so you are my savior. You are Haotianâs master, so you are my master. Please grant me this favor and allow me to follow you. Even if I have to work like an ox or a horse, I am willing.â
Saying she wants to follow me, when in fact, she just wants to follow Yan Haotian, that blockhead.
Muyan has a smile that isnât a smile: âArenât you afraid that Yan Haotian might get furious when he knows?â