In his dream, Feng Ruqing was overwhelmed by a feeling of profound sorrow. He felt a tug on his heartstrings as he watched her face.
Nan Xian's fingers slid across Feng Ruqing's cheek.
"Perhaps… it started since the day you told me that you wanted to sleep with me in the Southern Bamboo Grove."
Nan Xian did not tell her that it had started when he was five years old. Just that he did not manage to find her.
Stunned, Feng Ruqing broke into a smile. Her smile was so alluring and innocent.
"You are saying that you, too, wanted to sleep with me that day?" Nan Xian sank into silence. Somehow, he could see a threat hiding in her smile. He knew that everything that he said did not seem to be right. Hence, he chose to remain silent.
"State Preceptor, do you still remember that you told me before—if I want to sleep with you, my strength must surpass you. What can I do now? I still cannot defeat you." Feng Ruqing smiled even wider.
