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Ying Wuxie is truly elusive; what is he really thinking?
"Jinse, I want to walk with you," Fengyin said, lowering her head, not wanting to create any more misunderstandings.
"Then let's go together," Ying Wuxie replied lightly. He glanced at Seven Nights, his eyes flickering, and the smile on his lips deepened.
Seeing that Jinse remained silent, Fengyin didn't know how to start the conversation.
After walking a short distance, Ying Wuxie stopped and said, "I'm tired; I'm going to rest." With that, he left on his own.
Only Fengyin and Jinse were left looking at each other.
Jinse pouted, "In this garden, I fear my father has already taken you around."
Fengyin shook her head and smiled lightly, "That is Jinse's father."
"My father isn't a good person, is he?" Jinse sighed. She felt unwilling in her love; at night, she always dreamed of it, a feeling of being entangled that locked her heart tightly. She couldn't distinguish between infatuation and love.
Fengyin nodded, "As long as Jinse is well."
"My heart is in chaos," Jinse shook her head; she was still resentful towards Fengyin.
Emotions are tangled and complicated; it's hard to cut through the feelings of sorrow.
"I want to go home," Jinse said. "I miss my mother."
"Yes, I want to go home too." She missed her mother, her grandfather, her master, as well as the days with Hehe and Misty Mountain.
"Let's go," Jinse said softly. "My father won't come with me."
Fengyin nodded. "I'll go talk to Seven Nights."
Watching Jinse return to her room, Fengyin headed towards Seven Nights' place.
From a distance, Ying Wuxie was seen wandering by the edge of Seven Nights's house. Wasn't he supposed to be resting? Fengyin did not approach, merely standing at a distance.
He still appeared to be the ethereal Ying Wuxie, but as he wandered, a hint of melancholy was etched between his brows. He spoke softly, and Fengyin could not hear him clearly, but this version of Ying Wuxie seemed quite sorrowful.
The black robe fluttered in the wind as Ying Wuxie leaped onto the roof. Soon after, Seven Nights's figure also appeared on the eaves, with his back turned to Ying Wuxie. The two were engaged in conversation about something unknown.
Fengyin sighed and slowly walked closer, looking up at the two on the roof.
"Oh? Yin'er, have you come to find me?" Ying Wuxie leaned down to look at Fengyin, ignoring Seven Nights's furious demeanor.
"Young Master, I had no idea you were here with Seven Nights. I came to find him," Fengyin replied with a faint smile. "Seven Nights, come down."
Though Seven Nights had been furious moments ago, he now grinned at Ying Wuxie, showing his teeth in a smug manner. "Hey! You almost had me fooled."
He then flipped down and stood before Fengyin, hands behind his back, adopting a listening posture. "Fengyin, what do you need from me?"
Ying Wuxie lifted his long robe and sat on the eaves, gazing at the distant blue sky and the mist shrouding Yingyue Villa.
"Seven Nights, we have searched for half a month in Voodoo Town, yet we still haven't found Master. I think he may no longer be in the Southern Region. We should return to Misty Mountain."
"I want to go to Western Abyss," Seven Nights said earnestly.
"Go to Western Abyss? Why?" Fengyin asked, somewhat puzzled.
"For you," Seven Nights replied, turning away awkwardly.
"Could it be?" Fengyin's lips parted slightly. "No."
Even Ying Wuxie, who had remained silent on the eaves, let out a cold snort.
Going to Western Abyss, wasn't that seeking death?
Seven Nights flashed a bright smile. "Why don't you come with me?"
This was naturally said in jest to Ying Wuxie, who certainly did not wish for Fengyin's misfortune. Surprisingly, the unfathomable Ying Wuxie nodded in agreement. Hadn't he been opposing him all this time?
Could it be that this guy had really fallen for Fengyin and wanted to go to the Western Abyss to find medicine for her? He frowned; having such a sharp character around would surely make this journey easier, but if this brother became a romantic rival, it was quite a headache.
Ying Wuxie paid no mind to his thoughts; at that moment, he was gazing towards the west, where there was a stunning female demon. That Rascal Dragon had secretly admired her for hundreds of years. Her name was Rain Master Consort, skilled in dragon taming, hence the title Dragon Maiden. As long as he could capture this Dragon Maiden, the Rascal Dragon's heart would surely be within reach. Although it wasn’t particularly honorable, let it be dishonorable.
"Don't worry, I won't get into trouble. When I return from the Western Desert and find my father, we will get married," Seven Nights grinned.
"Let’s see if you can come back alive first," Ying Wuxie replied coldly. He wouldn’t allow him to return for marriage and smiled slightly, looking forward to the Western Desert.
Seven Nights rolled his eyes; did this guy feel uncomfortable unless they were at odds? Not bothered, he continued to wait eagerly for Fengyin's response.
Fengyin lowered her head. "No need to ask me."
Since her words couldn’t change anything, there was no point in asking her again.
Caught between obligations, she couldn’t escape or avoid it.
"Is he really going to the Western Desert?" Late at night, Jinse shook the already sleeping Fengyin awake and asked.
"Mm." Fengyin nodded sleepily.
"That's good then; out of sight, out of mind," Jinse muttered to herself before tossing and turning in bed again. It seemed that no matter whom she loved, she was always the one who couldn't have them.
One thing had been weighing on her mind for a long time: why did Ying Wuxie abandon her and her mother only to suddenly want them back? If such a father were around, how would she and her mother interact?
Ying Wuxie truly was a source of trouble.
That night was cool as water; Jinse felt a pang of bitterness in her heart. She wanted to cry but couldn’t shed tears. She realized that love was actually a despairing thing; loving someone you cannot have is a humiliation to oneself. But why, despite knowing this clearly, could she not extricate herself?
Lost in these thoughts yet compelled to ponder further, she only realized someone had quietly entered the room when a pair of long hands covered her eyes.
Jinse looked at Ying Wuxie, who appeared quite thin under the moonlight. At that moment, she once again felt that blood was thicker than water—the first time being during a serious illness in her childhood.
At this moment, she finally felt that this extraordinarily beautiful man was connected to her by blood; he was her father.
"Father."
"Call me 'father' again and let me hear it." A slightly lazy voice came from Ying Wuxie in the night.
"Father."
The breeze was gentle, and a smile appeared on Ying Wuxie's handsome face, carrying a hint of warmth. "Jinse, I will lift this curse for you, no matter the cost."
"Father." Jinse's eyes were slightly red; this was the first time she felt her father's warmth.
Ying Wuxie reached out to stroke Jinse's hair. "Do you feel it? This is the call of blood."
With tearful eyes wide open, Jinse sensed that call of blood. In the misty haze, she felt an incredibly familiar aura that was sleeping. What was that?
Good night. Have you all eaten?
Some readers in the Q group asked me what exactly happened to Spiritual Incense and whether He Huan is dead.
These questions will be addressed later.
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