“But all I lack is an ox or a horse.” The white-robed young man’s unexpectedly stubborn tone, placed on his calm and elegant demeanor, did not seem out of place at all.
Feng Guang felt a headache coming on. She rubbed her temples, thinking with distress that this man seemed to take things more seriously than she had imagined. No matter what she said, he seemed convinced that she was going to be his slave. She quickly thought, maybe she should just run away first? No normal person would want to be someone's slave. She should just run away first and then give him a thank-you gift later.
"Do you want to run away?"
Startled by the man's voice, she looked up to see him staring down at her. For some reason, looking into his dark, night-like eyes, she felt an overwhelming sense of pressure and tension, like a ship lost at sea in the darkness, about to be confronted by a devastating storm.
“I didn’t want to run away…” Something called “survival instinct” came out and forced her to say something that was completely contrary to her own thoughts. She couldn’t help but quietly take a step back. “I was just… contemplating life.”
He stared at her for a while, as if to confirm the truth of her words, and finally, he repeated, "You promised that you would be my slave."
This is like a parent promising to buy their child a toy but then not doing so, leaving the child feeling disappointed and wronged.
However, in his eyes, he was at most disappointed, but he felt absolutely no sense of grievance.
Feng Guang felt even more flustered, and a wave of guilt washed over her. Her gaze darted around, and she dared not look at him. "Um... how about we... find an easier way?"
He remained silent.
"It's just... finding a more convenient way for me to repay you." She nervously fiddled with her fingers. "To do everything for you... that's a bit too much to ask. If you want anything else, I'll try my best to find it for you, okay?"
She spoke the last two words, "Is it okay?" with utmost care, afraid of upsetting him, even though she could hardly imagine what he would be like if he got angry.
The young man in white simply stared at her without uttering a sound.
As time passed, Feng Guang grew increasingly uneasy, especially when his gaze lingered on her, making her feel uneasy, as if a claw was scratching at her. Unlike him, she couldn't endure such a long silence, and finally couldn't help but speak again, "If you're not satisfied, we can discuss it first..."
"The yamen is handling a case! Make way!" Suddenly, a group of people rushed in, all dressed in smart constable uniforms, and the leader was a beautiful woman in red makeup.
A sword was at her waist, and although her face was exceptionally beautiful, her brows were filled with a heroic air. She saw the corpses lying on the ground, and her sharp eyes swept over everyone present. "Who committed so many murders?"
The moment she opened her mouth, she was already intimidating. This was Qin Zhuang, the only female constable in the capital, a female constable who was rumored to have solved countless cases.
"Officer Qin, the murderer is that girl!" The onlookers were very enthusiastic and pointed to Feng Guang, who was trying to pretend she wasn't there.
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