“The scenery.” He looked down at her, his eyes curving quietly at the corners. This smile was not pleasant. He said, “You should be wary of me.”

"Why..." she didn't understand, because her intuition was always very strong. She couldn't sense any malice in him. He was a pure and beautiful man, that's what she thought.

Mu Feng raised his hand and gently touched the top of her head. The emotions in his eyes were unfathomable, like a gentle breeze that could not be grasped or touched, only a fleeting feeling that left one with a sense of bewilderment.

“Because you don’t know me yet.” He said, then reached out a long, elegant finger and flicked her nose. “Master Xia taught you not to judge a book by its cover, didn’t he?”

She muttered, "You can't judge a book by its cover... Do you think you can eat me?"

“I have this idea.”

She looked up, surprised.

"It seems Feng Guang really believed it." He said with a laugh, "It was just a joke, don't take it seriously."

Feng Guang's heart, which had been in her throat, relaxed again. She pouted and said, "This joke isn't funny."

"If you don't like the scenery, then I won't mention it next time."

For some reason, no matter what he said, as long as it came out of his mouth, she could vaguely feel a strong sense of pampering and indulgence, followed by an involuntary blush and heartbeat.

Perhaps overwhelmed by adrenaline, she blurted out the question before even thinking: "Do you have someone you like?"

This topic seemed taboo, as the atmosphere froze instantly.

He didn't speak, and the smile in his eyes disappeared.

Feng Guang felt uneasy, and even more so, a strange sense of urgency; she desperately wanted to know the answer to this question.

After a very long time, as if it were an eternity, yet also as if it were only a moment, his dark, silent eyes suddenly lit up, and that calm smile reappeared. He said, "Yes."

This one word suddenly brought a bitter taste to her mouth.

She nervously clutched the hem of her skirt with her hands at her sides. "The person you like... she must be very beautiful."

"Yes, she was very beautiful." Shu Feng's voice was tinged with an unusual nostalgia and a unique tenderness.

Her anxiety reached its peak, and she asked cautiously in a soft, childlike voice, "Does she...do she live here too?"

The breeze in the woods suddenly stopped, and the rustling of the leaves also ceased.

In the quiet surroundings, only his soft, hoarse voice, as gentle as the wind, could be heard: "She's dead."

She felt utter despair.

Because the living can never compare to the dead.

This feeling of despair came suddenly and violently, and she also sensed a sense of panic. Feng Guang moved her lips, but couldn't even say a word of comfort. She hurriedly said, "I've been out for too long. Father will be worried. I'll go back now."

They fled in panic.

She seemed to notice the faint gaze behind her, yet also seemed not to, so she quickened her pace and left the Linglong Manor, which everyone avoided.

She only breathed a sigh of relief after stepping out the door, followed by a feeling of melancholy.

She had the illusion that she had already lost love before she even started dating. This unfamiliar feeling made her feel even worse. This person named Shufeng should have been none of her business. She should have just waited quietly for ten years until the story began and she met the man named Zhou Xing.

But often things don't go as planned.