Chapter 1352 - 1349: I Love You

Chapter 1352: Chapter 1349: I Love You

Quietly looking at Ji Qiutang walking towards her, Bi Xia raised her head to look at Ji Qiutang. Ji Qiutang sighed softly and wrapped his arm around Bi Xia’s shoulder, "Let’s go, he didn’t come."

Bi Xia knew who Ji Qiutang was referring to, but she wrinkled her nose and focused her gaze on Han Fan, who was standing still, watching him change into someone else. With a mocking smile, Bi Xia curled her lips, and when Han Fan looked over at her, she gave a cold smile in the moonlight.

Holding a dagger transformed by her spiritual power in her small hand, she slashed down hard in Han Fan’s stunned gaze, stopping only when deep enough to reveal bone.

The spiritual power disappeared, and Bi Xia lowered her head to look at the wound she deepened herself. After a while, she slowly curled her lips, her starlit eyes devoid of warmth as they lifted to meet Han Fan’s gaze. She slowly raised her arm, her voice icy, "When I get hurt an inch, he hurts himself ten inches; likewise, when he hurts a foot, I hurt myself a yard. You... have him deal with it himself."

Knowing that Bi Xia had left, Han Fan finally came back to his senses. He opened his mouth slightly, gazing deeply at the spot where Bi Xia had been standing, then turned only when he was sure Bi Xia and Ji Qiutang had already left, looking at the man who had somehow appeared behind him.

"Did you hear?"

"..."

"I know you heard."

Han Fan raised his hand as if to touch the man’s injured shoulder, but watched the man swiftly dodge, showing no sign of embarrassment, as if anticipating it. Han Fan shook his head helplessly, sighed deeply, "I know nothing I say will help now, but everything will be... fine..."

"Since you heard, don’t get hurt so easily. From what I see, Little Nine is harsh to others and harsher to herself, but... she can’t bring herself to be harsh to you."

"She probably already guessed some things. Considering she holds your sister’s and your crystals, she can’t be deceived anymore... She doesn’t stop you, but seeing her like this makes me feel bad... Ultimately, Third Brother let you down... "

Han Fan took a deep breath, and after a brief bitter laugh at whatever crossed his mind, turned to leave. His steps paused slightly seeing the man standing still, but it lasted only a moment before he stepped away and disappeared.

Leaving only one sentence for the man—

"Kid, you’ve got a good eye for finding a wife."

A barely audible chuckle, the first sound the man had made in a long time, but it was raspy and dry.

Uncertain how much time had passed, feeling the wind brushing against him with its warmth and faint scent of blood, the man sighed softly in resignation, turned, extending a long arm to catch the one barreling towards him like a small cannonball and pull them into an embrace.

As their wounded arms collided, the tearing pain made both groan, yet neither released the embrace.

Feeling the warmth in his arms, the black pupils in Feng’s eyes slowly changed to dark brown, gradually taking on a golden hue. Bi Xia raised her eyes to the man’s, her brow furrowed in displeasure as she looked at his masked face, intending to remove the mask only to be stopped by him.

"Ugly."

The voice was hoarse, not as pleasant as before, and Bi Xia felt a pang in her heart, though her face remained fiercely intimidating, "Can’t I even look at my own man?"

The man sighed softly, holding Bi Xia tightly, "I don’t want you to see. It’s too ugly; I don’t even recognize myself."

Her head buried in the man’s embrace, her hand touched the mask and felt its cold surface before falling back down, grasping his hair tightly. Red lips bit the lower lip, her voice dry, "Qin Zhan... it’s only been a week!"

Her fist struck Qin Zhan’s chest with force, "It’s only been a week!!"

She said it suddenly, her head lifting, tiptoes raised, her star-like eyes shimmered, barely concealing her heartache as her red lips pressed against the cold lips of the mask. Qin Zhan hesitated slightly, his eyes turning dark, and his steps retreated a bit. Bi Xia raised her hands to wrap around Qin Zhan’s neck, desperately pressing against the mask’s lips, as if trying to melt the mask with her warmth.

Feng’s eyes flickered uncertainly, but Qin Zhan didn’t retreat further, allowing Bi Xia’s actions until she pulled back, glaring with starry eyes, "For the first time, I want someone else’s spiritual power."

"Whose?"

"Chu Wu’s!" Bi Xia’s teeth gnashed, "To set fire to this damnable mask of yours!"

In that instant, Qin Zhan smiled, although hidden by the mask, the pair of Feng eyes were filled with a gentle smile, their dark depths turning golden, beautifully captivating.

Bi Xia was stunned for a moment, then hugged Qin Zhan again, her voice murmuring, "Fourth Brother... I miss you..."

Qin Zhan lowered his head to softly kiss the soft hair on top, "I love you..."