He didn’t even understand the string in his heart that she had plucked, how strange yet fierce it felt. He was poisoned by her, a sweet poison… When he came to see her again, he hadn’t expected to be discovered by Wang Xie, who chased him back to the Demon Realm and sealed half of his powers. He could no longer see her. The longing was like a slow-acting poison, gradually corroding his heart. In his heart, in his mind, all he could see was her sweet smile, her delicate figure, and her faint cherry blossom scent… Now, with Wang Xie away from her side, he rushed to see her upon hearing the news. When he laid eyes on her, his heart finally settled… The stone in his chest finally fell.
“Liu Qing, if you know what’s good for you, leave Silver Mist Mountain, or don’t blame me for being rude.” With his back to the crowd, one could faintly sense the anger emanating from the fire fox.
“And what if I just won’t leave? Shui Shui, we meet again.” Still sitting calmly on the stone chair, without strawberries to eat, he drank tea, savoring the aromatic tea from the cup Xiao Tu had left behind, which still bore her faint cherry blossom scent… From the corner of his eye, he coldly glanced at Shui Shui. “Yes, we meet again.” Deep within him, there was always a trace of darkness. He couldn’t deny that even now, facing Liu Qing, he felt a slight tremble, recalling that dark past he could never forget. “How have you been recently? Is your wife good to you?” His seemingly casual inquiry hid an ulterior motive.
“I’m doing fine, no need for your concern.” Suddenly, a bright red appeared in his sight; around his waist was the scarlet whip that had once left marks on him. With a swish, Shui Shui’s face turned deathly pale, his long fingers gripping the pavilion’s railing so tightly that the wood bore deep marks from his ten fingers. Suddenly, the air seemed to thin, as if on the brink of a volcanic eruption.
