Chapter 520
Chapter 520 The Turkic Wolf Smoke
The wind and sand swirled around her, lifting the hem of her dress and tousling her fine hair. Through the mist of sand, her gaze was indistinct. A crystal tear rolled down her white, jade-like cheek, looking like a transparent drop of amber resin amid the golden sand and setting sun.
The setting sun, the golden sand, and the wan woman—all that met his eyes seemed like an exquisite ink painting of a frontier landscape—hazy yet unbearably real. Watching Xu Zhiqing's tears stain her clothes, her beautiful cheeks shimmering with tear-light, Lin Wanrong felt a complex emotion he couldn't articulate. He sighed deeply and said, "Miss Xu, that story of grains of sand building a tower was moving. I haven’t been this touched in a long time. Is there more? Can you tell another?"
Xu Zhiqing’s pretty face turned ashen with anger. Picking up her light green sleeve to wipe away the tears, she coldly snorted, "If you want to hear stories, go find your Miss Qingxuan to talk to. I don’t have time for idle chatter. I'm leaving."
She stood up, picked up her long dress, and started walking toward the camp. After a few steps, she noticed an unusual stillness behind her. Lin Wanrong was as silent as the dust trailing her. She hesitated for a moment, her steps involuntarily slowing as she sneaked a glance back. He was looking up at the vast sky, lying on the ground as though nothing had happened.
A tear moistened her eyes instantaneously. "Damn you, damn you heartless beast!" she cried softly. With both hands, she scooped up a handful of dirt and sand and hurled it at him in anger.
A light cloud of dust rose, hovering between them. Lin Wanrong abruptly stood up, clenched his fists, and let out a cold hum.
As he took slow steps toward her, each footfall heavy as a drum, Xu Zhiqing stood frozen. Her heartbeat seemed to sync with the rhythmic steps, and the handful of sand she had clenched in her delicate hand became impossible to throw.
"What... what are you doing?" She stared into his wolf-like eyes and her heart skipped a beat. Her feet felt as if they had taken root, immovable. "I am the military advisor to the army. If you dare to—"