Si Mobai was playing with Feng Tianlan’s hand as if he were handling a precious treasure, and she couldn’t stop her face from turning red. “The Demon Palace teaches demonic practices. It’s occult.” That made things way more complicated, didn’t it?
This man was not serious, and he was such a lech. He didn’t match what the legends said about him, and he was hardly misogynistic!
“That’s true.” The only thing in Si Mobai’s mind was how fair and soft her hand was, and he couldn’t help but use his fingers to trace the lines on her palm.
Lan’er couldn’t be too conspicuous now. If she went to the Demon Palace, a lot of people would say nasty things about her. He didn’t care what they said, but he cared about her and couldn’t bear to let her be gossiped about or insulted.
Feng Tianlan’s palm was now very itchy, and the sensation seemed to move from her palm into her heart, causing her to shudder. “Wargod…”
Suddenly, she was pulled forward and landed in his embrace again. This time she was sitting right on top of him. Her face was so close to his, and they could feel each other’s breath. Those amorous almond eyes were about to suck her soul out and trap her deep inside.
The red dot in between Si Mobai’s eyebrows landed in her line of sight. Suddenly, it was as though it had become bigger, and her entire vision turned into a bloody red mist. Behind the mist, she could make out a figure kneeling on the floor. He seemed to be carrying someone. His body was trembling as his voice gently called out, “My dearest wife!”
That voice echoed, again and again, resounding from beyond the bloody mist, right into her ears.
That voice did not sound painful; neither did it seem very emotional, but she could hear despair and abandon in it. She found herself wanting to shout to him in answer: My dearest husband!
Who was calling her from behind the bloody mist?
Feng Tianlan wanted to tear through it and turn that man around so that she could see clearly who he was and what he meant to her. She wanted to know why his calling out made her heart ache so badly that it was painful even to breathe. It made her feel suffocated.
At that moment, the heart-shaped rings on both Feng Tianlan and Si Mobai’s fingers shone weakly, but neither of them noticed.
“Lan’er.” Si Mobai clung to Feng Tianlan, who had suddenly collapsed on top of him, and went into a panic. He quickly carried her upstairs and laid her on the bed to check her vitals. But he found that there was nothing abnormal about her. It was as if she had just suddenly fallen asleep.
Even though everything was normal, Si Mobai was still extremely worried. He sat by her bedside with a deep frown on his face. He held her hand and remained next to her.
Feng Tianlan continued walking toward that man in the bloody mist. She wanted to hug him and respond to him, but no matter how far she walked, he was always the same distance away from her. She couldn’t reach him and could only see his back.
She stood there quietly, watching and listening. She still felt the pain as she breathed, and she could feel his suffering and despair. He needed her to embrace him so desperately, and he needed her to call out to him.
“Wu…”
As soon as she cried out this one word, the mist suddenly disappeared along with the man. Feng Tianlan suddenly felt an emptiness in her heart then violently opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Si Mobai’s handsome face staring at her worriedly.
“Lan’er, how are you feeling? Do you feel discomfort anywhere?”
“Si Mobai.” Feng Tianlan snapped out of it when she heard his voice. She sat up, rubbed her aching temples, and asked, “What happened?”
Si Mobai stretched out his hands, pulled Feng Tianlan into his embrace, and hugged her tightly. The thought of losing her overwhelmed him. Now, he just wanted to hold her and make sure she was right here with him.
