Chapter 330 Don’t Try to Escape

Manluo held up her skirt and moved through the crowd.

She vaguely felt that someone was following her. She glanced behind her out of the corner of her eye and found that the anxious red shadow was getting closer and closer.

Her heart suddenly rose to her throat - had Chu Jin discovered her and actually chased after her!

She must not let him recognize her.

She now eats well and sleeps soundly in Nanzhao, and lives a carefree and happy life like a fairy every day. She no longer wants to be involved in the dispute between Xiao Nanyue and Helian Feng, and she does not want to repeat the mistakes of her life as a dead soldier.

Seeing Chu Jin's footsteps getting closer, she suddenly crouched down and rushed into a "Jinxiu Pavilion" cloth shop on the street.

Without even taking a breath, she threw a silver ingot to the clerk, grabbed a set of gray coarse cloth clothes from the shelf, and rushed into the fitting room.

She quickly took off her outer shirt and changed into cloth clothes. Then, she took out a makeup box from her bosom and quickly painted on her face. The gorgeous beauty in the bronze mirror quickly faded away, replaced by an extremely mediocre face.

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Chu Jin always felt like there was a purple shadow swaying before his eyes, but every now and then, after a fleeting glimpse, it would disappear into the crowd. Until he reached this street, the purple shadow disappeared without a trace.

Looking up, although there were many people walking on the street, it was not long and was a dead end. It seemed that she must have entered a shop here.

Chu Jin did not give up and searched from shop to shop. In just half a cup of tea, he found the "Jinxiu Pavilion" cloth shop.

He walked into the cloth shop and scanned the store with his eyes like a hawk.

There were customers in the store in groups of three or four, picking out fabrics, and there was nothing unusual.

He did not give up and walked towards the inner room. He met a middle-aged woman who looked like a peasant woman. She was very ordinary in appearance, with a hunched body, but her chest was surprisingly protruding.

He usually disdained to pay attention to ugly things. He just glanced at them lightly and then quickly looked away.

The woman nodded timidly and walked slowly past him.

When a faint scent of bauhinia entered Chu Jin's nostrils, he suddenly stopped in his tracks - this smell?

He subconsciously turned around, only to see that the peasant woman had disappeared outside the door.

"How is it possible..."

He shook his head in self-mockery. The woman had a wrinkled face and a bloated figure. How could she be the Manluo with a sweet smile and graceful figure in his memory?

However, as soon as he stepped into the inner room of the cloth shop, the muttering of two shop assistants struck him like lightning:

"Strange! Is there a fox spirit in our store? I just saw a beautiful girl in purple enter the fitting room, and in the blink of an eye, she's gone! Her clothes are still in the fitting room!"

Chu Jin's body trembled, and he grabbed one of the guys by the neck, his knuckles almost digging into his throat bone:

"Where is the purple-dressed girl you mentioned who changed out of her clothes?"

When the waiter saw the man's eyes were red, like a Shura seeking his life, his face turned pale with fear and his words were incoherent:

"Right...right at the fitting room!"

Chu Jin pushed him aside and quickly walked into the fitting room in the direction of his finger.

When she saw the purple dress hanging on the shelf, her fingertips began to tremble violently.

He grabbed it, put it to his nose and sniffed it, and the familiar fragrance hit him in the face.

“Damn it!”

He slammed his fist on the wooden frame, sending wood chips flying.

Chu Jin secretly hated himself. It had only been three months, how could he have forgotten that Qianmian Zisha was best at the Xuanyan makeup technique.

No wonder the faint fragrance from the peasant woman just now seemed familiar. She must have noticed him, changed her appearance and took the opportunity to slip away.

She is actually alive!

Chu Jin clutched the purple shirt that was still warm, his body shaking violently.

Ecstasy exploded in my chest like boiling oil, and my heart, which had been hanging in the air for three months, finally settled down.

But then, anger pierced his heart like an icicle - she was clearly alive, but she deliberately faked her death to escape from him...

At this moment, it was hard to tell whether he was ecstasy or anger. Then, he rushed out of the cloth shop like a madman.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the lights in Jiangdu City were as bright as day and the crowds of people were surging. He ran madly in every street and alley, but he only saw countless unfamiliar faces and heard laughter one after another. There was no trace of Manluo anymore.

"Manluo, why are you hiding from me!"

Unable to find her anywhere, he roared in the deserted alley, his voice filled with resentment and despair.

Thinking back to the past three months, I have traveled all over the wilderness, endured the wind and frost, been unable to eat or sleep, just to find her whereabouts.

And she was pregnant with his child and lived a carefree life in Nanzhao.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Chu Jin's mind.

Did she come to Nanzhao for Xie Zhan, who only knew how to coax women with sweet words?

He missed her every night. She might be smiling sweetly in the arms of another man. Suddenly, he felt a fishy sweetness rising in his throat.

"Damn woman!"

He punched the mottled brick wall, and blood seeped through his fingers.

He gritted his teeth, his chest churning with an almost insane obsession:

"Manluo, you belong to me, Chu Jin, in life and in death! Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, even if you turn Nanzhao upside down, I will still get you back. Don't even think about escaping from me again!"