Whispers between lovers are the most alluring.
Ke Fengguang's heart was completely frozen by the wind and snow. She was shivering with cold. She used to think that his embrace was the warmest place, but now she felt that it was the coldest place in the world, so cold that she could hardly breathe.
She couldn't understand why this man could treat her with such tenderness after admitting that he killed her father. What was even more terrifying was that there was no trace of pretense in his clear eyes.
He was simply stating a fact because he genuinely believed that killing her father was no big deal and that she wouldn't feel sad or upset about it.
“The scenery…” Xue Ran placed his hand on her cheek and felt her trembling. His handsome brows furrowed slightly, and he said with concern, “Are you cold? It’s windy outside, let’s go back inside.”
"Don't touch me!" Her belated outburst made her voice almost hysterical. She used all her strength to push him away, staggered back a step, and was about to fall when Qingyu caught her from behind.
Xue Ran stood there helplessly, his calm eyes revealing a hurt that was hard to look at directly. Her resistance had hurt him, and this made him feel sad.
It's all fake... It's all fake!
Feng Guang told herself this. She saw the scene behind him. Guan Yueyue took out a lot of medicine from her body and desperately tried to save the dying Nangong Li. Both of them were his disciples. He used to feel helpless about Guan Yueyue's coquettishness and show his concern as an elder for Qingyu's aloofness... But he could give up on these people. She could believe that he could kill everyone here so casually.
She felt a fear she had never felt before, gripping Qingyu's hand tightly, and whispered, "Let's go..."
She didn't know how she could be so confident to say those words, but a voice inside her told her that she had to leave with Qingyu, otherwise... otherwise they would be trapped here forever.
"Feng Guang, are you leaving me?" Xue Ran asked softly. His thin figure looked forlorn, and in the darkness of the night, it was even more impossible to bear turning away from him.
"You're not the Xue Ran I know... Don't talk to me like that!" Feng Guang grabbed Qing Yu and turned to run away.
Xue Ran stood still for a long time. When the dark clouds obscured the moon and the last glimmer of light disappeared from his dark eyes, he finally made a move. A five-foot-long whip emerged from his sleeve and was about to wrap around Feng Guang's waist when a sword flew through the air and met the whip, causing it to deflect and strike the peach tree.
Xue Ran's gaze turned cold. As the whip moved again, Sun Yidao landed, picked up his sword, and blocked it. The whip wrapped around the gleaming sword.
The silver whip gleamed under the moonlight. It looked soft, but only those who touched it knew that once touched by it, the bones would be shattered, which was the least of their worries.
"The most shameless person in the world!" Feng Guang shouted excitedly upon seeing Sun Yidao.
Sun Yidao glared at her. "Can't you call me 'senior' at a time like this?"
"Senior..." Feng Guang called out to him, for his appearance at this moment was like the only hope to save them.
Sun Yidao snorted and looked at Xue Ran. Unlike his usual relaxed demeanor, his cloudy eyes now revealed vigilance. "Silver Dragon, this is the weapon of the previous Demonic Sect leader. Xue Ran, you really do have many secrets."
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