Fengguang’s eyes were red, with tear streaks still clinging to the corners. Her gaze was clouded and misty, like it could overflow any second. Her small face was soaked with tears, looking as delicate as a pear blossom in the rain—it was honestly heartbreaking to see.
The delinquent-looking Granny Meng grabbed Fengguang’s hand and took on the tone of a well-meaning elder.
“Little girl, don’t be afraid. Did Nahe force himself on you? Were you unwilling?”
“No, that’s not it…”
“Don’t panic,” Granny Meng went on. “Now, Nahe may seem cold and a little socially clueless, but he’s not bad looking, right? Just look at that white hair—he’s got a unique look! If you take him out to meet your friends, you’ll never be embarrassed.”
The more Fengguang listened, the more off it sounded.
Was Granny Meng… advertising Nahe to her?
She quickly wiped her still-wet tears. “You’ve misunderstood…”
“What’s there to misunderstand?” Granny Meng cut in immediately, her tone full of heartfelt sincerity.
“Don’t worry, sweetie. Landing someone like Nahe? That’s no loss at all. Sure, he’s a little stiff, but hey, he’s still a virgin! Do you know how rare that is these days?”
“Wait a minute—”
“No need to wait! I say you just go register your marriage with him today. It’s been ages since the Underworld had a proper wedding. The last couple who got married down here was over a hundred years ago! Don’t worry, as Nahe’s elder, I’ll personally take care of all the arrangements!”
“Shut up!”
A cold blade of spiritual energy shot straight at Granny Meng.
In the blink of an eye, she pulled Fengguang and appeared three steps away. Clicking her tongue at Nahe’s now darkened expression, she said,
“Wow, kid—you’ve grown up, huh? Got the guts to lash out at your godmother now?”
“Godmother???” Fengguang was thoroughly confused.
Granny Meng grinned and said to her, “Oh, you didn’t know? Nahe’s an orphan. I found him in the flower field beside the Bridge of Forgetfulness. Back then, he was just a tiny baby—soft and quiet—curved up in his swaddling clothes. When I picked him up, he opened his eyes to look at me. He didn’t even know how to smile yet… He was—”
“Granny Meng.”
Nahe’s usually cool gaze was now burning with anger.
“Shut up.”
A fierce gust of wind swirled around him, scaring the dark ghostly butterflies into scattering. The sea of bihua flowers swayed violently under the pressure. Just from the shift in the air, everyone watching knew—he was furious.
The ghost messengers, sensing the danger, all vanished from the area.
Granny Meng still had the nerve to pat Fengguang’s shoulder.
“Nahe’s never liked people bringing up his past. When he gets mad, it’s like a sandstorm rolling in—sky darkens, winds howl. For your safety, I think you’d better come with me.”
With that, Granny Meng whisked Fengguang away, disappearing into the sea of red flowers.
Once everyone had left, the wind around Nahe gradually died down. The ghostly butterflies returned and settled gently onto the crimson blossoms.
He lowered his eyes in silence, lost in thought.
—
Meanwhile, Fengguang found herself in a traditionally styled room, full of antique charm.
“This is my dorm,” Granny Meng said, pouring herself a glass of water and sitting down at the table.
“You can stay here for now.”
Fengguang stood there, glancing around curiously. When she didn’t move, Granny Meng waved her over.
“Don’t just stand there—come sit.”
Fengguang sat across from her.
“When you said I’d stay here for now, what exactly did you mean?”
“What do you think I meant? I meant exactly what I said.”
“You… you’re not going to let me reincarnate?”
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