Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
This man was basically a male version of Little Dragon Maiden from the Ancient Tomb Tribe and didn’t know much common knowledge. For example, he had no idea what mahjong and cards were. It was as though he wasn’t a mortal from this world and would levitate and ascend to heaven at any moment.
Ye Wanwan felt rather apologetic, so she would rack her brain for good food and fun things to bring every time she visited him.
The longer she knew him, the more she disliked the potential for him to possibly disappear at any second.
This strange feeling terrified Ye Wanwan somewhat. Moreover, following the growing intensity of the fight between the Martial Arts Union and Prison, her frequent visits to Asura turned very dangerous.
Today was the last time. She couldn’t come again!
“I probably won’t visit again,” Ye Wanwan said.
Every time, she merely came to see him and bring him something good to eat, but he’d pay her back so greatly each time, truly causing her to feel like she was taking advantage of him.
She didn’t want to use such a pure and kind-hearted person.
The man’s fingers froze over the cards for a second before he calmly responded, “En.”
Upon seeing this lack of reaction, Ye Wanwan felt annoyed for some reason. “Hey, I won’t come anymore; don’t you have anything to say? Even if you won’t miss me, won’t you miss the shaobings, the deep-fried breadsticks, the steamed buns, the mantous, and the lollipops I bring?”
Si Yehan answered, “I will.”
Ye Wanwan wanted to cry, her eyes turning red. “You really will only miss the shaobing, deep-fried breadsticks, the steamed buns, the mantous, and the lollipops?!”
Si Yehan furrowed his brows before adding a few words: “I will miss you.”
Ye Wanwan’s eyes brightened. “Hmph! Missing me is just an after-thought, right…”
Ye Wanwan couldn’t describe those messy feelings broiling inside of her. She dusted off her behind and stood up. “I’ll leave now. We won’t see each other in jianghu, but we’ll meet again if fate wills it.”
“En.”
Ye Wanwan walked away, her head drooping. She had no idea that after she left, the man stood in the same spot and stared after her for a long, long time before murmuring with his cool voice, “We will meet again.”
Probably because the man disguised his feelings too well that the hypnotized Ye Wanwan still tragically thought it was one-sided love on her part back then.
…
Not too long later, Asura’s offensive power suddenly exploded, and the Martial Arts Union was attacked more fiercely than ever before.
At the risk of her life, Ye Wanwan was sent to Asura’s headquarters by her grandpa to scout for intelligence.
She maneuvered her way through Asura with familiarity like before, but to her surprise, a disaster befell her this time.
She accidentally fell into Asura’s trap again.
The trap this time was an enormous hole. Although she cracked the mechanism and didn’t get injured, the four sides of the hole were made of steel and metal—too slippery for her to climb up.
D*mn…
If she couldn’t escape before being discovered tomorrow, her only path out was to get caught by Asura.
Ye Wanwan was spinning in anxiety and was searching to try to get out when the sound of footsteps was heard above her.
Ye Wanwan’s eyes turned piercing. Sh*t, is it an Asura member?
“Who’s down there?”
Si Yehan’s familiar voice sounded heaven-sent to Ye Wanwan. She hastily yelled, “It’s me, it’s me!”
A gust of wind was heard as the person above jumped down.
Ye Wanwan jumped in fright and stared at Si Yehan, who jumped down, in the dim light. “Sh*t! Why did you come down here? Ahhh, this is a trap!!!”
“To keep you company. I was afraid you were scared,” Si Yehan answered.
