Just then, Feng Guang saw a man in black standing not far away. His tall figure stood out against the red sea of ​​flowers. He seemed to be staring blankly at a butterfly flying in front of him. He slowly raised his hand and extended his index finger, perhaps wanting to touch the butterfly, but for some reason, he withdrew his hand.

The butterfly gradually flew away from him, and a deathly aura spread around him. Apart from the spider lilies swaying in the wind, it seemed that he was the only lonely person left in the world.

Feng Guang couldn't help but stop in her tracks. Suddenly, she had a strange feeling that if she disturbed him and broke his peace, she would be an utterly wicked person.

Just as she was hesitating, Naihe turned back. He glanced at the scenery indifferently, then turned his gaze away and walked in another direction.

Feng Guang quickly jogged to catch up with him, instinctively grabbing his arm. "Wait, you can't go!"

"Don't touch me!" Suddenly, he flung Feng Guang's hand away with lightning speed and appeared three steps away from her.

She lost her balance and fell to the ground. Fortunately, there were flowers and plants all around, so even though she landed on her bottom, she didn't feel much pain. She just felt a surge of anger and resentment. When had she, the eldest daughter of the Xia family, ever been treated with such disdain?

She complained, "How could you be such a rude man!"

"..." Naihe silently watched her, making no attempt to help her up. Then, three seconds, five seconds, thirty seconds passed... For the first time, emotion appeared in his eyes. His blank gaze revealed his bewilderment; he was puzzled.

Feng Guang didn't know what he was confused about. She didn't get up from the ground and just sat there. Gradually, she covered her face with her hands, her shoulders trembled slightly, and faint sobs could be heard.

After a long silence, he finally asked, "What's wrong?"

"I fell and it hurt!" Her sob revealed her grievance. Her thin little body trembled slightly from crying, easily arousing the sympathy of others.

Unfortunately, he had no sympathy, so he just gave a cold "oh" and turned to leave.

Feng Guang did not speak up to stop him, nor did he suddenly stand up to block him.

He took a few steps and then stopped, turning back to look at her curled up. He could still hear her suppressed sobs. After a moment, he said, "The Black and White Impermanence will be patrolling here later."

She still didn't react.

"They will seize the fleeing, lost souls."

She sat on the ground, turned her body around so her back was to him, and said in a pitiful sobbing voice, "I became a wandering ghost... all because of you."

Naihe: "..."

"Let them take me away... Anyway, there are eighteen levels of hell. Even if I can't be reincarnated, there's always somewhere to throw me away." She said resignedly, sniffing again. She probably felt hopeless and cried even harder.

Then she heard light footsteps beside her, but she kept her head down and cried her heart out, not wanting to look up at the man in front of her at all.

He said, "Come with me."

"I'm not leaving... You're going to throw me into the Tongue-Pulling Hell or the Deep-Frying Hell anyway..."

He remained silent for a long time before saying, "I'll take you home."