Chapter 199 Observing the True Heart (Including Mini-Theater 5.0) A Wild Goose Leaves a Trace...
A few days ago, after Qiu Tong returned to the mountain.
Zhang Chunhe took the two of them to Guanlantai.
Snowflakes fluttered down along the way, yet the sun hung in the sky, its pale, cold light reflecting on Ji Changying's face and illuminating the corners of his slightly curved lips, making him appear somewhat illusory and unreal.
Wei Changzai couldn't help but recall the doubts in his heart.
Ji Changying was one of the earliest disciples to follow Zhang Chunhe. He should be the one who knows best where he came from and why the journal recorded it in this way.
But he didn't intend to ask.
Firstly, he harbored some suspicion towards Ji Changying; secondly, his senior brother had always been Master's right-hand man, and if he asked today, Zhang Chunhe would hear about it tomorrow, so he wouldn't take the risk.
After much thought, he decided that he should perhaps follow Lin Feiran's advice and ask Qiu Tong.
Thinking of Qiu Tong, Wei Changzai couldn't help but lower his gaze, his brows furrowing slightly, a faint sense of distress rising in his heart.
"Junior brother, why are you suddenly so focused?" Ji Changying's cheerful voice came from the side.
They were all people who respected etiquette, and when walking with Zhang Chunhe, they would often lag three steps behind to show respect.
"I was just thinking about some things." Having finally met the real person today, Wei Changzai turned to look at him and asked, "I heard that Senior Brother also went to the Demon Capital not long ago, how come I didn't see him?"
Ji Changying's expression remained unchanged as he smiled and said, "Although the Demon Capital is just a city, it's not small, so it wouldn't be easy for us to meet. But we're quite lucky; we only went a short time before we encountered the Night Wanderer and saw the Cloud Chariot..."
At this point, he slightly rolled his tongue, softened his tone, swallowed the last part of the name, and quickly continued.
"If we're talking about prosperity, the Demon Capital is actually no less than Luoyang. However, I seem to have seen someone during a night stroll. From a distance, his figure and profile were very similar to my junior brother's, but that person was much more refined than my junior brother, and was even willing to go up and ask about the flowers."
Ji Changying glanced at him at this point and didn't continue, but she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.
Whether he recognized that the person was Wei Changzai or not, both of them knew the answer.
Wei Changyi's dark eyes were clear and bright, and his face showed no embarrassment, but rather a hint of unspeakable composure and a faint smile.
"The flowers smell very sweet, and hanging them in the room can calm the mind and soothe the spirit. Senior brother should have asked for one too. However, it is not surprising that senior brother is always a step behind me and did not go forward in time."
Ji Changying glanced at her sideways.
Wei Changzai was like a puppet from a young age; she didn't speak and didn't like to laugh.
When he first arrived at the mountain, he would just sit blankly at the door every day, gazing at the cumulus clouds in the distance. He would do whatever Zhang Chunhe asked him to do.
Of course, others can also order him around.
When Ji Changying first asked him to fetch the sword, he looked up at him with his eyes dark and eerie, staring at him for a long time.
Those eyes were like a rusty lake, long since still and lifeless, with withered green plants floating above them, giving one an inexplicable feeling of dampness and coldness.
Such a look should not appear in a child's eyes.
But Ji Changying only glanced back, without her usual smile.
Wei Changzai guessed correctly. He was indeed very clear about his background, so when he saw this expression, he didn't have much emotion and just smiled faintly.
"Master said that you need a good sword, Junior Brother."
Only when Zhang Chunhe was mentioned would he withdraw that scrutinizing, penetrating gaze, stand up, and respond with a very soft voice.
"Okay, senior brother."
The sound was clear and crisp, and it was indeed a child's tone.
In Ji Changying's view, Wei Changzai was never a clumsy or tongue-tied person.
Disciples like them, who grew up by Zhang Chunhe's side, were neither stupid nor kind-hearted. Wei Changzai was not unaware of the cold words and gossip of others, but he was unwilling to speak up, and even retorting felt tiring and tasteless.
It's not surprising that he would use such a witty remark.
Ji Changying never expected that he would be able to so readily acknowledge that flower.
For someone like Wei Changzai, if he could understand the meaning of that flower, he probably also understood the other implications, but exactly to what extent was he clear about it, which was hard to fathom.
Ji Changying was also a little worried, but thinking that Lin Feiran was staying in Yaodu and that others liked her very much, she thought that nothing would happen.
"Yes, senior brother is always slower. If there is a future, it won't be like this anymore."
Wei Changzai paused, but Ji Changying did not stop. She continued forward, and the two of them separated by a step or two. Their eyelashes were slightly lowered, and it was unclear what they were thinking.
A few moments later, he stepped forward again.
"On this trip to the Demon Realm, I did meet the renowned Demon Lord. Senior Brother, you are well-informed; do you know anything about it?"
"I don't know." Ji Changying shook her head without hesitation. "I've only been to the Demon Capital once, and I haven't had any contact with him before. I don't know as much as my junior brother."
Their conversation didn't reveal anything at first glance; it seemed like just ordinary small talk. Zhang Chunhe was preoccupied with other matters at the time, so he didn't take it to heart. But when he heard the two discussing Ru Xian, he turned to look and spoke up.
"It is understandable to have this doubt. If you want to reach a higher level, you cannot be completely ignorant of the strong people in the world. Understanding their past will also help you to comprehend the Dao. You don't have to be confined to the demon race or the human race."
His voice was strong and powerful, carrying the teachings of a teacher, and had a rather leisurely and deliberate style.
So the two of them clasped their hands in a bow and said yes.
Zhang Chunhe walked forward, his voice softening, now sounding like an ordinary old man: "The Demon Lord's origins are mysterious. He was originally just an unknown figure, and his appearance happened almost overnight."
That day, he killed the demon king.
The news reached the human realm the next day. We were afraid that he was a tyrannical and indiscriminate killer who might cause the chaos that had occurred during the war between the two realms. So we discussed the matter for days and selected many of our most skilled people to investigate his origins.
Geese leave traces as they fly by, and the wind leaves its sound as it passes. Even someone like Ding Yi has a traceable origin.
Zhang Chunhe paused here, looking at the icicles forming under the eaves and the snow falling outside. He exhaled a puff of pale mist, as if recalling something from long ago.
"He appeared out of nowhere."
Will he lead the demon race to seek revenge? We don't know.
However, his cultivation was profound and his strength was formidable, which was a terrifying thing for the human race at that time, and we were on guard for a long period of time.
Judging from his bloodline, he should be from the Peacock Clan, a clan that mostly lives in seclusion in the southwestern part of the Demon Realm. We sent people to investigate, but found nothing.
They did not know Rushan, and there were no records of it in their tribe.
This means he had no relatives or family, and was almost all alone. It wasn't until several of us perished in the demon realm that we finally learned he had one or two close friends.
But that's all; to this day, we still don't know where he came from.
Upon hearing this, Ji Changying pretended to ponder, as he naturally already knew about these things.
So he shifted his gaze slightly and glanced at Wei Changzai, and was shocked to find that his complexion was deteriorating at a visible speed, with almost no attempt to conceal it.
Ji Changying was slightly surprised, and Zhang Chunhe was even more puzzled, frowning as he asked, "Changzai, do you feel there's something wrong with this?"
At this moment, Wei Chang pursed his lips slightly, his cool expression revealing a hint of coldness, and his dark eyes were as black as lacquer. The change in his expression was not significant, but the two of them were very familiar with him, so they could see that something was wrong.
He spoke softly, like a snowflake rolling off the eaves: "Master, isn't such a person pitiful?"
Wei Changzai couldn't help but recall their past.
At that time, Lin Feiran had not been a disciple of the sect for long. She was curious about him and did not mind his slow reaction or dislike his dark eyes that stared straight at her. Therefore, she would often come over to talk to him.
But in her eyes, he was no different from the other disciples.
She smiled at him, but she would smile at others as well. She practiced swordsmanship with him, but she would also practice with others. She took him down the mountain, but she was not reluctant to travel with others.
At that time, before what happened later, Lin Feiran was like a rising sun, embracing the most brilliant hope and enthusiasm, and treating everyone with her heart.
Sunlight is fair, shining on the world without missing anything, but it never stops for anything.
To her, Wei Changzai could be a flower she could easily lift, a bird she could save, or anyone else.
One day, without him even realizing it, his heart began to waver slightly.
But for someone like him, what would flow out would not be the sweet spring water and pure gratitude, but rather a faint resentment.
Like a spider web forming on Rusty Lake, it started as just a few strands, but after a night of rain, it became densely entangled in the corners.
What should we do?
No one taught him, so he could neither find the source of his emotions nor where to direct them.
At that time, he did not know what these emotions were, nor could he find a way to express them. He could only stand not far away day after day, watching quietly, his gaze following but also filled with confusion.
Until one day, someone told her some rumors.
Why did Wei Changzai become a disciple of the sect?
I heard my master say that when his hometown was attacked by monsters, most of the villagers were devoured and blood was spilled all over the mountains.
Driven by a desire for revenge, he became a disciple of the head monk and embarked on a path of cultivation.
At that time, the disciples were still young. Upon hearing this, they all covered their mouths and exclaimed in surprise, but they couldn't hide their childlike nature and started chattering. Only Lin Feiran sat to the side, resting his chin on his hand, deep in thought, without saying a word.
When Wei Changzai heard about this, he had no idea what she was thinking, and even wondered whether he should explain it to her.
But from that day on, Lin Feiran began spending more time with him.
When others invite her to practice swordsmanship or go sightseeing, she will glance at him first. If she sees him sitting blankly wiping his sword, she will decline a few times and then take him fishing or to visit a flower garden.
Therefore, Wei Changzai did not offer any further explanation.
Although Lin Feiran appears reserved, he has quite a few insights into playful matters, and even someone like Wei Changzai is sometimes aroused by him.
The longer they spent together, the more his gaze fell upon her.
He suddenly remembered that when he went down the mountain with his fellow disciples to exorcise demons, they would encounter monsters that were close to them by blood or that they often accompanied. When one of them was captured, the other would always lower its head and whimper for mercy.
Regardless of whether it was an act or not, some senior brothers would feel pity. If it was just a bit of fooling around and did not cause any major disaster, they would often choose to stop.
He didn't quite understand, but since he hadn't yet entered the path, he just watched from the sidelines, listening to them talk about compassion and being moved.
He never really understood.
But at that moment, he suddenly understood.
Lin Feiran is different from him; she would stop in her tracks because of such vulnerability and helplessness.
He could show his difference in front of her, could subtly reveal a hint of malice, and could recklessly expose his naivety.
Lin Feiran is like a wide and resilient net, allowing him to sleep peacefully or wander within it.
His dense, sticky net was nothing compared to hers.
As time went on, he learned to use it until the sunlight shone only on him.
...
But now, it seems there's someone more worthy of her attention.
He almost inevitably recalled the past, recalled that focused gaze...
Recalling the two people slowly approaching in the cloud chariot.
"Changzai?" Zhang Chunhe asked. "What's wrong? Do you feel sorry for the Demon Lord?"
Wei Changzai certainly wouldn't have such feelings, but Lin Feiran definitely would.
His eyelashes trembled, but he simply shook his head: "Ordinary people would think the same way if they heard such words."
Zhang Chunhe chuckled meaningfully, then left without lingering and continued walking forward with the two men.
"If you have such thoughts, then you are not yourself. There are countless people in the world who are more pitiful than you. Cultivating the unity of heaven and man can give rise to compassion, but that compassion is for all living beings and for the Tao, and it will never be just for one person."
Moreover, while his background was certainly bizarre, it was by no means pitiful.
Wei Changzai remained silent. He was always very good at concealing his expression, and he had only revealed a little bit of it just now. Now his expression was normal.
Instead, Ji Changying asked, "Isn't it pitiful to be all alone?"
Zhang Chunhe smiled faintly: "For the weak, their lives are like drifting duckweed, which is naturally unbearable to see, but is he one of them?"
Among the demon race members of his age who have cultivated to the Divine Travel Realm, he is the only one I've ever seen. He's strong enough; there's no need for self-pity.
Wei Changzai suddenly asked, "Given this potential danger, why has there been no action taken on the main road for so many years?"
Ji Changying glanced at him again, her expression meaningful.
Zhang Chunhe walked steadily and pushed open the front door of the study.
"Although we haven't been able to find out his origins, we do have some clues about his past and his martial arts techniques."
In his youth, he traveled in the human realm and even became a disciple of the Langhuan Sect, where he learned excellent medical skills. Later, he descended the mountain to travel. He never intended to conceal his appearance, so when the spies sent back fragmented descriptions, the leader of the Langhuan Sect immediately recognized him.
He assured us that Ru Xian was not a truly wicked person and had no intention of revenge; if he were in power, perhaps the two worlds could be more peaceful.
After speaking, he opened the second secret chamber and turned to look at the two of them.
“Since someone has vouched for him and he has indeed not done anything unusual, we will naturally not cause any trouble. The two worlds have been living in peace, so why should we create more disturbances?”
Behind Zhang Chunhe, a hidden passage was revealed. A gust of snowy wind blew in, and the starlight inside lit up one by one, spreading into the unknown depths.
"If you are really curious about the Demon Lord, you can ask me later. Now, it's time to go and see about your breakthrough. You've never seen the Guanlan Platform before, haven't you been very curious about it? Let's go, you'll see it today."
Wei Changzai lowered his eyes and nodded, and Ji Changying took the opportunity to stop and said sensibly, "This disciple will protect you here."
Zhang Chunhe nodded, his whisk swaying in the breeze, and the two figures walked inside under the dim light of the starlight.
Wei Changzai had been here once before and was not unfamiliar with the place. Zhang Chunhe assumed that he was a newcomer and explained the magical treasures beside him while mentioning the wonderful uses of the Guanlan Platform.
"When I went to observe last time, I found that there were slight ripples again, which means that your state of mind has loosened again, and you may be able to break through the barrier soon."
"Venerable One, in all these centuries I have only seen one disciple like you."
His voice was calm, but it carried a hint of satisfaction that he didn't usually show.
Wei Changzai suddenly said, "Master, I'm not the only one like this. At my age, there are people who are progressing faster than me."
Without needing to say it outright, both of them knew who this person was.
Zhang Chunhe kept walking, slowly passing by the starlight, which lit up and then dimmed, the changing flames flickering on his face, creating an unpredictable interplay of light and shadow.
"Some people may walk fast, but they may not be steady or go far."
Lin Feiran is that kind of person.
This name seemed to be a secret that was difficult for the two of them to touch, and they tacitly avoided mentioning it. But at this moment, Zhang Chunhe directly brought it up, which made Wei Changzai feel a little wary.
He suddenly realized that this was not the first time he had shown signs of breaking through a realm, but why was it this time that he was brought into it?
...What exactly did Master discover?
Wei Changzai's doubts did not last long. The two soon arrived in front of the ancient bronze cauldron. The water in the cauldron was rippling, a sign that his mind was beginning to soften.
But Zhang Chunhe did not mention it.
He glanced indifferently at Wei Changzai, raised his right hand slightly, and a flash of light appeared. The boy then uncontrollably raised his left hand. After a long while, a drop of blood with a faint glow condensed on his fingertip, like a piece of thick cinnabar.
This is his heart's blood.
He suddenly realized that Zhang Chunhe wanted to see the person in his heart.
A few breaths later, Zhang Chunhe stopped forming hand seals, and with a dripping sound, the bright red blood flowed into the cauldron.
The water, which had been rippling gently, suddenly surged and turned into waves, the clear water turning into a white wave that spread out like a sheet of raw Xuan paper that had fallen into the water.
In this pure white space, the blood-red hue that had disappeared reappeared, finally releasing a faint red wherever it passed, but on that piece of raw Xuan paper, it left behind winding ink marks.
The ink marks swirled and traced on the rice paper, and one could vaguely make out a human figure.
First, there was a long, black hair held up by a hairpin, with a few strands hanging down from her forehead, followed by a smooth jawline.
Wei Changzai's eyelashes trembled slightly. He could tell it was Lin Feiran's face just from drawing such an outline, but he still concealed his expression. Zhang Chunhe was looking too intently to notice the tremor.
The ink lines did not depict facial features, but instead flowed downwards to outline the neckline, and then swirled around to depict half of the figure in black clothing.
Zhang Chunhe narrowed his eyes slightly.
Just then, the blood in his heart suddenly turned, drawing some white lines on the black robe. These were patterns, instantly adding a touch of lightness and flamboyance to the black robe.
But those were the black robes Lin Feiran wore in the demon realm.
At this point, only half a drop of blood remained in his heart. It turned upside down and drew two long eyebrows. Then it paused slightly and began to spin haphazardly as if in a daze, without leaving a single trace of ink.
Zhang Chunhe frowned slightly: "This is..."
Before he could finish speaking, Wei Changzai asked softly with doubt, "Is it because I have no one in my heart, or is it that I don't know either?"
Zhang Chunhe replied, "No, if there is no one around, there is no one to even pick up a pen. Even if you don't know, it certainly does. Perhaps, you are indeed hesitant."
As soon as she finished speaking, the vibrant color emanating from her heart's blood fell, drawing another graceful arc.
It began to draw the eyes.
To recognize a person, you don't need their whole appearance, just a pair of eyes.
Both of them focused intently on the cauldron. Although they stumbled a bit, the Guanlan Platform was a spiritual treasure after all, and in the end, it still managed to draw the person's face completely.
Wei Chang's throat moved slightly. He looked up and suddenly met Zhang Chunhe's deep eyes.
"It's her, Changzai."
"Do you remember what I told you when you first entered the path? A wise person makes good use of things..."
...
With a splash, the carp in Wei Changzai's hand leaped back into the pond, but he scooped it back up the next moment.
Ji Changying, who was fishing on the opposite side, said thoughtfully, "If you ask me to guess, you know who I would guess. Tell me, is it her you saw?"
Wei Changzai, however, held the silver cup in her hand and prepared to take the fish back to her room.
"I don't know who you're referring to, senior brother?"
With no one else around, Ji Changying stopped beating around the bush and said, "I was talking about Feiran."
Wei Changzai paused, but finally pushed open the door. Twenty-four bronze mirrors hanging from the beam reflected a faint light and swayed around.
Just before closing the door, he said, "It's not her."
Ji Changying was genuinely taken aback, but then chuckled softly and sat back down by the pond, burying her face in her hands as she fished.
"So you had already done it all along. I was worried about how to avoid this just the day before."
He sighed softly, as lightly as a wisp of smoke: "That's good. Her life is peaceful now, and she doesn't need any more trouble."
Inside the side hall, Wei Changzai walked to the table, put Lin Feiran's teacup back on, and folded the daylily coaster she had woven. Then she took out a glass bowl from her mustard seed bag. The bowl was not small; it was something they had painstakingly made in the past when they were bored.
Originally, nothing would have been suitable to hold it, but now it's more than enough to hold a koi fish.
Bathed in the dim, yellowish light of the glass, he leaned on the table, gazing at the colorful, blurry fish shadows in the bowl. The iridescent colors danced in his eyes, and his pale fingertips kept stroking the bowl's surface.
He actually made a risky move. He couldn't change a magical treasure like Guanlan Platform, but he found a way to make it reflect the figure that the person forming the hand seal wanted to see.
As expected, the image depicted in the cauldron was Qiu Tong's likeness.
This impression was deeply ingrained in Zhang Chunhe. He seemed to believe even more strongly than himself that Wei Changzai and Qiu Tong were destined for each other.
Unfortunately, he is no longer troubled by this.
Wei Changzai held the glass bowl and looked at it for a long time. Only after confirming that the koi carp was indeed in his hand did he hide the silver cup in his mustard seed bag. Then he walked to the door and listened carefully. After confirming that Ji Changying was not outside, he pushed the door open and went out.
He had originally arranged to meet Qiu Tong this afternoon, and he planned to ask her about his origins, as Lin Feiran had suggested.
But now there's one more thing.
He wants to bring those two red and white carp back.
If you miss it, you must do everything in your power to get it back.
Mini-Theater 5.0 (This mini-theater has actually grown to over 6,500 words so far, I'll just have to piece it together into a short story x)
This person wants to join our Hero Squad?
Fei Ran was somewhat troubled. Although she needed archers more right now, one more spearman wouldn't make a difference...
“Our squad only has three people. Although I am very strong, there are still too few of us. A spearman like you can go find a better squad of heroes.”
The white-clad gunslinger in front of her seemed not to have understood her subtle refusal, and only asked, "Are you very strong?"
Before Fei Ran could nod, he suddenly spoke, his voice full of satisfaction: "I like strong people."
Fei Ran would not refuse a warrior who wanted to slay the dragon. The spearman seemed to see her hesitation, and with a flick of his wrist, the spear in his hand flew out like a shooting star, blasting a hidden goblin not far away.
Fei Ran couldn't refuse.
The spearman wore gold sleeves on both hands, which accentuated his slender arms. With a swing of his arms, his spear transformed into a longbow.
He raised an eyebrow: "I'm very strong too. Whatever you want, I can do it."
Fei Ran couldn't refuse, so the spearman, or rather, the archer, stayed.
Fei Ran gave him a few pieces of toasted dry bread. Seeing that his figure was hidden in a loose gauze robe and seemed a little thin, she spread some butter and cheese on him that she herself was reluctant to eat.
"Eat something to fill your stomach first, rest for a while, and we'll go scout out the terrain again tomorrow morning."
The archer accepted it quite naturally, seemingly very accustomed to being served.
But he still had some difficulty eating such dry and hard bread, swallowing it with difficulty while trying to make conversation.
Are you keeping watch alone at night?
Fei Ran nodded: "One of them is a frail dark mage, and the other is an elven priest who needs to recover his energy. I am the hero, and the hero must take on the responsibility of keeping watch!"
The young hero clenched his fist, his gaze resolute.
The archer couldn't help but laugh, and perhaps the laughter was too loud, because the veil slipped down, revealing the archer's face.
He looked somewhat familiar, but Fei Ran didn't think she had seen him before. She thought for a long time but couldn't figure out who he was, so she politely looked away.
The archer leaned against a tree, warming himself by the fire, looking quite relaxed. He then reached out his long boot and touched her warrior-style shoes: "Why did you come here? Do you also want to marry the Peacock Princess?"
Fei Ran's eyes widened: "How could that be! I'm a girl too, how could I marry a princess!"
The archer chuckled enigmatically and asked her again, "So you want the treasure the king promised?"
Fei Ran shook his head: "I don't want treasure either."
"Then what are you doing here, traveling all this way?"
The archer finally swallowed the hard bread, raised his hand, and after looking around, Fei Ran gave him his water pouch.
She said, "The dragon destroyed my village and injured my uncles and aunts. I've come here to seek revenge."
He then asked, "So how do you plan to take revenge?"
Fei Ran revealed his plan: "I will kill the dragon, then take its horn and flesh and give them to the witches so they can concoct a potion to heal the villagers."
"Then what?"
"Sell dragon meat to make money and rebuild the village."
The archer laughed again, a laugh that made no attempt to hide it: "You can also ask the king for treasure."
“But then I would have to marry the princess. I am not a greedy hero. The princess can find someone better.”
The archer looked at her, a smile still on his face. "It's been a long time since I've been this happy. Alright, you keep selling dragon meat. It's late, I need to rest. Where should I sleep?"
Fei Ran pointed to the vicinity, and the archer shook his head: "I don't want to get close to elves or dark mages."
“Let’s do it here then.” Fei Ran pointed to the tree he was leaning against. “This is how the hero’s team sleeps in the forest.”
The archer stood up, her light veil billowing as she covered Fei Ran's eyes: "How can you sleep on the ground? There are small stones everywhere, how can you sleep here?"
Fei Ran reached out and lifted the light veil, got up and looked for a long time. There was a soft grass under the tree, which was very comfortable to lie on. She had never felt uncomfortable before, so how could there be small stones?
After thinking for a moment, she took off her cloak and coat and laid them on the grass.
"Shall we try it now?"
The archer sighed slightly, but still lay down: "I can sleep now."
Fei Ran nodded: "This is my hero's cloak. It has magic on it and is very comfortable to sleep in."
"Barely," the archer replied.
Fei Ran suddenly spoke up: "Archer, don't rush to sleep, I still don't know your name."
"You've already called me the archer, so I don't need a name. Just call me that from now on."
He seemed reluctant to speak, but Fei Ran didn't press him: "Okay, my name is Fei Ran, and I'm from Pic Village."
The archer closed his eyes, looking like he was about to fall asleep: "Understood, little hero."
Fei Ran stayed up all night, but she fell asleep at some point. When she was woken up by the chubby slime, the sun had already risen.
She looked around, but the dark mage and the elven priest were nowhere to be seen.
A bad feeling flashed through Fei Ran's mind, and she immediately picked up her Hero's Sword and set off to find the person.
They are all mage-type characters with short and fragile health bars. What if they face goblins?
Fei Ran quickly walked to the riverbank and found the three of them facing each other, motionless, not knowing what they were doing.
Fei Ran breathed a sigh of relief: "What are you doing?"
All three of them turned to look at her. Fei Ran suddenly stopped and, after a moment of silence, said, "I think I've come to the wrong place."
to be continued...
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