The Longevity Willow was delivered by the auction house. It was only after spending a night at Snow-White Manor that Fengguang learned he wasn’t just the owner of the auction house—he was also the founder of the Grand Medical Convention held every three years.
According to Liu Nianfeng, although the people and items that came to the convention varied greatly in quality, there were occasionally truly rare treasures. Unfortunately, none of them were what he was looking for.
He said his current name was Liu Nianfeng. Fengguang understood the meaning behind those three words—especially after seeing that the manor was filled with willow trees. Even someone as carefree as she couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. If she hadn’t casually made up that story back then—claiming she was some little spirit from a willow tree—he wouldn’t have gone to a place like the Myriad Poison Abyss and ended up poisoned all over.
She had drunk his blood, so she wasn’t afraid of the poison in his body. But when she thought about the lonely years he had endured, her heart ached for him.
Inside the carriage, she sat in his lap while he rested with his eyes closed. Looking at his pale, almost sickly face, she reached out and gently touched it.
He opened his eyes. His pitch-black gaze was like the night sky—deep as an abyss, easy to fall into. Smiling, he asked,
“Feeling tempted again?”
At her insistence, he had no choice but to accompany her home—though he could just as well consider it visiting her parents’ house. Knowing her love of sweets, he had prepared plenty of them in the carriage. Still, he kept a strict eye on what she ate—her health was poor, and too much of anything would do more harm than good.
Fengguang shook her head. “I don’t feel like eating right now.”
“Then why…” He covered the hand she had placed on his face. “You’re suddenly being so affectionate—are you trying to win me over for some reason?”
Her eyes stung. “I’m not heartless, you know. I know you’ve been good to me, so I want to treat you better too.”
He had never asked why she had appeared three hundred years in the past, and she had no way to explain it anyway. But the night before, as they lay in bed together, she couldn’t help asking:
“Why didn’t you ask me… how I ended up three hundred years ago?”
“That question isn’t important.” He held her tightly under the blanket, curling her into his arms. Resting his chin against the top of her head, he said softly, “What matters is that you’ve come back to me.”
That night, Fengguang slept especially well in his embrace.
Of course, nothing happened.
Holding her small hand, he said with a smile, “If you want to be good to me… just kiss me once a day.”
“Stop being improper.” Even as she said that, she leaned in and quickly kissed his cheek. Then she pulled back, looking a little embarrassed. “Just something like this… when I’m older…”
She didn’t finish the rest of her sentence.
That was already enough to make him happy. Pulling her into his arms, he murmured, “I have patience. I’ll wait until the day you come of age…”
He had already waited three hundred years—what was a little more time? Liu Nianfeng understood one thing well: fruit that ripens fully is always the sweetest.
Along the way, Fengguang kept reminding him that when he met her parents, he had to behave properly—he mustn’t look like some predator luring a young girl, nor like a well-dressed beast who abducted women by force. No matter what she said, he agreed readily.
And he truly believed it himself—he was handsome, elegant, refined as jade. Dressed in white, he looked exceptionally striking. He wore clothes well—how could he possibly resemble a beast in fine clothing?
“You beast in fine clothing—stay away from my daughter!”
Blocking the entrance to the royal residence, Xia Chao charged at him with a sword the moment he saw him.
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