“Ran Daren, is this how you treat your own family!” A loud and arrogant voice rang out in the air, but what surprised me more was that I could actually hear his voice, I heard it clearly.
My hearing suddenly recovered, his soft voice echoing in my ears.
His voice seemed familiar, constantly lingering in my mind.
I looked up at the man—
The man from the brothel who had been following me, a man so beautiful it was suffocating. At this moment, he seemed to be wrapped in a seductive mist, his stunning face wearing a faint smile that was more terrifying than anger.
Dressed in white, his hair casually bound with a silver ribbon, a blue jade hanging from his waist, pure without a trace of impurity. The hair falling over his forehead obscured any softness, and his originally more feminine eyes, now devoid of playfulness, turned into a cold indifference.
My mind finally found the owner of the voice—this voice gentle yet icy, without any fluctuation—clearly the person who guided me in the darkness during my last crossing, the voice that made me choose, it was him, definitely him…
The one who guided me in the darkness, the one who clung to me calling me master—it was all him—
“Ran Daren, the entire court knows you, benevolent and generous. The Emperor appointed you as the Crown Prince’s tutor because of this. Unexpectedly—knowing someone’s face but not their heart!” His flat voice was particularly elongated, the emotionless sound carrying a cold chill in the air.
I looked at him steadily, believing he could help me. No matter his reasons, I unconditionally trusted him, just like I trusted Wu’er.
He slowly walked to my side, leaning close to my ear and softly saying: “Don’t be afraid, I’ll be by your side!”
The magnetic, gentle voice echoed in my mind, a sense of familiarity continuously approaching me.
“I believe in you!” I unconsciously responded, this answer surprising myself. This sentence blurted out, as if it were my unchanging, firm belief.
I forced a smile at him.
Movement Four: Consciousness Exchange…
I didn’t pay attention to Wu’er’s climbing figure, nor the pain in the white-clothed man’s eyes, nor the surprise of everyone around.
I just coldly looked at that person.
Chapter Four: Consciousness Exchange…
