There were still some follow-up matters to be dealt with, so Wuqi had to go to the yamen with Shuqiu, something like taking a statement.
On the way back to the Xia residence, Feng Guang felt a sense of melancholy. Shu Feng, who was beside her, asked, "What are you thinking about, Feng Guang?"
It was sunset, and the few pedestrians on the street were all in a hurry to get home. Although they found Shu Feng's unusual appearance strange, they were too busy to discuss it. So, compared to last time, the two of them felt much quieter walking on the street this time.
“I was thinking…” Feng Guang said softly, “Human jealousy is truly a terrible thing.”
"The seven emotions and six desires, joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, greed, hatred, delusion, and resentment—how many people in this world can escape them? Even saints have feelings of jealousy."
She looked up. "Do you have one too?"
Without hesitation, he answered, "Yes."
This quick answer stunned her for a moment, because someone as perfect as him seemed to have no human flaws, so she said, "I don't understand, what could possibly make you jealous?"
"Others' healthy bodies, young lives, and the ability to act recklessly... these are things I envy." The faint smile on his lips was like a gentle breeze blowing through a bamboo forest, serene and beautiful, without a trace of the "envy" he was talking about.
Feng Guang calmly retorted, "I really can't see any jealousy in you at all."
"There's a lot more to the scenery than what you see on the surface." He raised his hand and ruffled her hair, his gentle tone revealing a subtle doting affection and concealing many unspoken things.
Feng Guang couldn't understand the heaviness behind his smile. She just subconsciously grabbed his hand that was on her head and asked a question she had been thinking about for a long time, "I remember falling into the cellar. Why were you by my side when I woke up?"
"Sitting in the mansion, I suddenly had a feeling. Perhaps the heavens knew that Fengguang was afraid of the dark, so they told me to hurry up and go to the dark cellar to bring Fengguang out."
Hearing his clearly perfunctory words, she knew he wasn't going to tell the truth. And if this man didn't want to tell the truth, there was no point in pursuing it. So Feng Guang also gave a perfunctory reply, "Then how did I fall asleep?"
"I was so tired from the scenery that I naturally fell asleep."
Her lips twitched. "What you said... actually makes a lot of sense."
“If Feng Guang thinks that makes sense, then that’s good.” His eyes sparkled, like a clear pool of water, clean and refreshing, penetrating the heart.
With him by my side during this hot summer, even the scorching air feels cool.
Feng Guang stared at him for a while, then said, "Shu Feng, you're so handsome."
“I know,” he said with a faint smile. “Fengguang has already said that.”
"Since I've already said it, there's no harm in saying it again." She looked up at the gate of the Xia residence. "I've arrived."
"I imagine Mr. and Mrs. Xia are very worried about you."
She nodded, then hesitated before saying, "Um... I'll go in then."
He bent down slightly, patted her head, and whispered, "Go."
She looked back one last time, said "Goodbye," and ran into the gate of the Xia residence.
After the sun had completely set, Wu Qi returned late, bathed in moonlight. When he reached the gate of the Xia residence, he stopped, for a young man in white robes with white hair was standing there. He seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and it was Wu Qi he was waiting for, because the young man gave him a smile.
The man asked softly, "The taste of blood is addictive, isn't it?"
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