Chapter 842 - 844: Striking It Rich (2)
"Ah——"
A cry erupted, tearing through the air, heart-wrenching and desperate, as if the sky had collapsed!
She threw herself onto the couch, sobbing uncontrollably. Oh God, it was over; everything was completely over...
In the courtyard, Mo Ziqi, who had just returned from sword practice, heard the cry and his face darkened. He strode forward, and upon seeing the maiden crying as if life and death hinged on each tear, he spoke with an indifferent tone.
"What are you crying for?"
The emotionless voice made Fei’er’s body stiffen. Even though she was on the verge of breaking down, she did not turn her head. And yet, that familiar voice, the one she had longed for in her dreams, the same one she had heard countless times, gradually allowed her to regain her composure. With reddened, panicked eyes, she turned her body and saw a man in a sky-blue sleeve with a pattern of butterflies buzzing among flowers, wearing pale-pink boots with blue satin edging, walk in with hands behind his back.
The man’s stature was tall and straight, his aura imposing. He emanated a cool detachment, exuding an intelligent grace. His face was striking, features sharp and clear as if carved from stone. Beneath his sword-like eyebrows were a pair of deep, narrow eyes, indifferent yet able to ensnare the unwary. His lips were well-defined, but they gave nothing away regarding his joy and anger.
The moment she saw him, Fei’er heaved a sigh of relief. The heart that had reached her throat now sank back into place.