Mu Chuan was shocked, reaching out to feel my forehead and pinch my cheeks: “During the big battle, I must have been too harsh. Did I knock you silly? Or do you hate me and refuse to acknowledge me? Or maybe…”
Hearing a potential opportunity, I immediately hugged him, crying: “Mu Chuan.”
The act was getting better and better, and I secretly rejoiced. Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, recognizing him seemed the best plan! I would pretend to recognize him and find a chance to escape. Once I returned to the divine realm, I didn’t believe he would come to catch me there.
Qingyuan was completely bewildered, simply standing far away watching our interaction.
Mu Chuan said tremblingly, “Susu, you don’t hate me?”
“No, I don’t.” How could I hate you? I was still hoping you would let me go.
“Does your injury still hurt?”
“No, it doesn’t.” Just let me go, let me go.
Mu Chuan looked serious, thinking for a long time before holding my hand and saying, “Then let’s go back. I have many things to tell you.”
Returning to Qingyuan’s home, Huahua was sitting at the main gate, listlessly drawing circles on the ground with a branch.
“I took the opportunity to shake off Mu Chuan’s hand and ran towards her.
“Sister.” Huahua rushed over, clinging to my hand without stopping, “Let’s go back quickly. I’ve thought it through. I want to be honest with Brother Chen, and then go back to three years ago.”
Mu Chuan saw this and grabbed my right hand, glaring: “Don’t go, I’ll kill this little demon.”
“No!” I slapped his hand away, my heart skipping a beat – I’d pulled the tiger’s whiskers.
“How dare you!”
Qingyuan shouted coldly, his ice palm attacking, but was blocked by Mu Chuan, making him want to jump up: “Except for me, no one can touch Susu.” He grabbed my right hand and said, “Susu, this time I won’t let you go, not even a single step.”
I thought I was saved, but I’d just fallen into another pit. What a pit of a god this was.
“Sister, let’s go back.”
“Don’t go, Susu.”
