The words were spoken.
Mu Chenshuang's eyes darkened, and she looked at him as if he were a fool. She did not answer his question and coldly withdrew her gaze.
Fu Junheng looked at her, not intending to answer. Although he expected that he would not hear the answer he wanted, her silence still made his heart clench.
He didn't press her for more information.
Fu Junheng led her down the mountain until the sun had fully risen.
On the way back.
Mu Chenshuang then realized that this was the golden summit of a mountain not far from Qinglong Temple. However, he was holding her like this, and he used his light-footed skills to fly up the mountain.
Fu Junheng took Mu Chenshuang back to the meditation room at Qinglong Temple.
Hot water was prepared in the meditation room. Mu Chenshuang did her simple makeup and dressing. When she picked up the hairpin on the table, she suddenly thought of the frost flower hairpin that Shen Nanzhi had given her.
Fu Junheng had promised to take the hairpin back and give it to her, but judging from his current appearance, he seems to have completely forgotten about it.
Her mind involuntarily conjured up his extremely cold expression from that time.
In an instant.
She felt a little flustered and didn't know whether she should ask him again.
Just as she was lost in thought, Fu Junheng walked in unnoticed and immediately noticed her staring at the hairpin in her hand with a solemn expression.
It was hard not to suspect that she was thinking about the hairpin Shen Nanzhi had given her. Was she really that concerned about it, that she would think of him whenever she saw the hairpin?
In an instant.
His heart felt as if it had been stabbed by something. His brows furrowed, and he stepped forward, asking in a deep voice that betrayed no emotion, "What are you thinking about?"
But it was clearly no longer as gentle as before.
Hearing his voice, Mu Chenshuang snapped out of her daze and quickly concealed the panic in her eyes. However, she didn't know what she was panicking about. She calmly put the hairpin in and said lightly, "I wasn't thinking about anything."
Fu Junheng stopped and stood behind the woman, his gaze falling on the hairpin on her head. He slowly raised his hand and gently stroked her hair. Suddenly, he asked, "What kind of jewelry do you like?"
Mu Chenshuang was puzzled, but she could clearly sense the change in his aura and vaguely guessed what was going on.
"There's nothing I particularly like."
As she spoke, she stood up, turned to look at him, and asked, "Should we go now?"
Fu Junheng looked at her calm face and aloof expression, as if she didn't care about anything and remained indifferent to him, as if nothing had ever happened between them. She could never smile at him, never look at him with those tender eyes. It seemed that he could never replace Shen Nanzhi in her heart.
Mu Chenshuang's heart tightened as she looked at his face, which had inexplicably turned cold. She blinked and stared at him.
Just as she was about to ask something, she heard the man coldly say, "Let's go!"
After saying that.
Fu Junheng turned and left indifferently.
Mu Chenshuang stood there, staring blankly at the man's departing figure. What had gotten into this man now?
Fu Junheng showed no sign of stopping, and Mu Chenshuang quickly followed.
We went down the mountain.
The two did not exchange a single word.
He walked silently ahead, with Mu Chenshuang following quietly behind, as if the gentleness of this morning had never existed. Although she didn't want to care, and should have been indifferent, her gaze couldn't help but fall on him. The inexplicable sense of loss in her heart made her unable to calm down for a long time.
She actually had the urge to ask him what was wrong, but the words just wouldn't come out.
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