Volume 3: The Misfortune of Wrong Love (You are within arm's reach, yet separated by a vast distance) Chapter 35: His Woman?

  The bodies that were tightly entwined suddenly pulled away and swept off like the wind! The empty space was filled with icy air, and my heart fell into the valley with a sense of loss.

  No matter how intense the ambiguity is, no matter whether there are emotional threads stirring, in the end it still can't compare to a gentle sentence of sweet nothings!

  Is he gone?

  Has he come?

  In the dim candlelight, his lingering ambiguous desire floated around, as if his appearance made it seem unreal like a dream!

  Fortune amidst a hint of loss! Xia Tong tidied up the traces he left behind - his disheveled clothes. He blew out the lamp, closed the door, undressed and got into bed, lying awake in the darkness with thoughts on his mind.

  She has inexplicable worries about him and herself all along. Upon careful reflection, those fluctuating emotions are almost all connected to him.

  Is this what they call the first awakening of love?

  "Ah!"

  After all, Xia Tong was still unable to figure it out and angrily shouted, pulling the quilt over her entire body!

  Murong Xiang is going back to Lirui Country! To show respect, Murong Bei Feng personally saw him off. Of course, Xia Tong had no choice but to go and see him off as the Princess of Liuli, accompanying Murong Bei Chen on their way!

  The capital city gate, after Murong Yun and Mufeng said some superficial words to each other, they turned their heads to look at her standing beside Murong Bei, their eyes fixed on her calmly, as if wanting to imprint her into their minds.

  "Ayin, I'm leaving. In the days when Second Brother is not here, you must take good care of yourself!" He said as he took a glance at Mu Beichen beside Xiaotong, and without waiting for her response, he immediately mounted his horse, whipped it into a gallop, and left the Imperial City without looking back, followed by his guards.

  There's more to his words! Xia Tong stared blankly at the figure disappearing into the distance on the Yangchen Ancient Road.

  "He loves you!" Murong Feng gazed at the ancient road with a hint of an enigmatic smile, his eyes seeming to hold a thousand thoughts as he turned to Xia Tong.

  Startled at first, she quickly regained her composure and looked up at him with shining eyes. "He's the best of all my brothers to me!"

  Mo Bei Feng seemed to not hear her words, and instead looked at her with a profound and mysterious smile: "A man as deeply emotional and passionate as this one, the woman he loves must be very happy. Mu Yan, don't you think so?"

  Bang! Xia Tong's heart went "ding dong" once: In front of Mu Bei Chen, what did he mean by this?! Did he already know everything about Mu Yan and the Second Prince?! Or was he certain that Mu Bei Chen didn't love her at all, which is why he dared to be so blunt and teasing?!

  "Your Majesty, as Mu Yan's man, I will give her a happiness that makes others envy, she doesn't need to look up to anyone else's happiness!" Mu Bei Chen stepped forward, his voice filled with suppressed anger, and wrapped Xia Tong in his arms.

  The hands that tightly clasped her own, pressed against his chest, could feel the undulating movement of his diaphragm. Was he angry? Was he furious on her behalf?

  She tilted her head back and immediately saw a pair of eyes that quickly changed from anger to softness, looking at her with a hint of gentleness, where the deep pool was enough to drown her!

  Those words, this feeling, this scene!

  Mo Bei Feng was taken aback, as if startled, then a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes. He looked at Mo Bei Chen's cold face and burst out laughing. After a moment, his smile subsided, and he asked lightly, "Where is Liu Ying?"