“Yes, I like her a lot,” Feng Guang admitted, feeling conflicted. “But it’s strange… why do I like this child so much?”
“I don’t quite understand either,” Fang Yue said, “but perhaps it’s simply that women are drawn to cute things, just like how my junior sister loves kittens and puppies. Naturally, you’d like an adorable child.”
“I get what you’re saying—it’s just my maternal instincts kicking in.” Feng Guang rubbed her chin teasingly. “Not bad, huh? You even know what your junior sister likes. And you claim there’s nothing between you two?”
He coughed lightly. “Ahem… please, mind your words.”
“What are you afraid of? It’s just me over here, and you don’t have anyone on your side listening in, do you?”
“I’m alone.”
“See? No problem, then. Being able to clearly understand what you like is something to be happy about. If you like her, then put in some effort—don’t let the chance slip by.”
“From the way you’re speaking, it sounds like you’re struggling with something yourself.”
“Me? What would I be struggling with? I was just speaking my mind.” Feng Guang stretched lazily. “You and I are different. I have a fated marriage. From the beginning, I’ve always known who the man I’m waiting for is.”
“A fated marriage?”
“Yep.” Feeling tired from standing, she conjured a vine chair, lounged on it, and gazed at the drifting white clouds. In a lazy tone, she said, “I’m waiting for a man named Chu Yu. In the future, he’s going to be my husband.”
She sounded utterly confident, not at all worried that she might be setting herself up for failure.
On the other side of the Han Yuan Sword, Fang Yue fell into a long silence.
Feng Guang tilted her head toward the sword. “Fang Yue, did you leave?”
After a moment, he finally responded, “I’m still here.”
“Then why did you suddenly go quiet?”
“I was just wondering… why do you say that this Chu Yu is your fated match?” His gentle voice carried a hint of confusion.
“Because I’ve seen the Three Lives Mirror.” She completely made that up. The real reason was simple—her mission target was Chu Yu, so of course, he was her destined one.
Fang Yue paused again before speaking. “Perhaps this Chu Yu won’t fall for you.”
“That’s fine. I didn’t work so hard to reach the Nascent Soul stage just to reason with him. If he doesn’t like me, I’ll just tie him up and sleep with him first. They say love grows over time, right?”
Yes, in this case, “love” was a verb.
“…You are truly bold.” He seemed to struggle for a long time before finally managing to offer this as a compliment.
Feng Guang giggled. “When it comes to love, hesitation is fatal. Once you set your sights on someone, you have to act quickly. That’s the mindset we should have. Even if he doesn’t like you as a person, he should at least fall in love with your body. That way, he won’t be able to bear leaving you.”
She spoke so brazenly only because she was certain the person on the other side had no way of knowing who she was.
After a moment of silence, he said, “I have learned much today.”
And in the future, events would prove that he had indeed taken her words to heart.
Unfortunately, Feng Guang had yet to realize the trouble her mouth was inviting. She continued imparting the nonsense she had picked up from the racy novels she had read. “Listen, women love men who are both gentle and dominant. During the day, he should be soft and caring, but at night, he should be assertive and commanding. With his beloved, he should be as warm as the spring sun, but to other women, he should be as ruthless as autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves. No woman can resist knowing she holds a special place in a man’s heart.”
“…Is that so?”
Why do I feel like Feng Guang is Chu Yu…
*talking to