“Miss Muxue, it is inappropriate for us to behave in this way,” he said, pulling his coarser lips away from her cherry lips.
What did he mean? She was startled by his claim. Was he looking down on her because she was a witch?
Hanshan bowed his head in reverence.“Kind Sir, I would be most grateful if you could indeed save my Xi’er. I will promise you anything.”
Western LakeAt the venue promised, Xu Hanshan stood with a grave look on his face, wearing a dark outfit. Dongyue arrived at the lake, flanked by his companions. Upon seeing the man approach,
Xiao Tian jolted up in his sleep.The image of the woman in his dreams appeared to be a bit clearer now. The woman in grey smiled upon him in sheer brilliance as her hair hung loosely, billowing in the wind. Her eyes were downcast, and though she was smiling, she appeared remorseful, like she was guilt
The next dayIn those days, houses or even inns would have a trap door leading undergr
Not only had the sudden radiance astounded the four of them, but they were also immobilised for a few seconds, before being able to move again.Dongyue glanced at Xiyu, whose hand was still in his, and she coldly took her hand away from his big paw without saying a single word.
After being spun in the water from some time, making several swooshing sounds, the boat stabilised and came to a standstill. Xiyu opened her eyes and looked upwards at the sleeping Dongyue, who still had his arms curled around her. Her heart warmed, and a smile spread across her pale face, partially concealed by the sheer material of her veil. Perhaps, many Muxue women would have desired this man of Han descent. But she, Muxue Xiyu, had her doubts.
Xiyu's stares were cold and blatant, but yet held an intensity that impaled directly through the men's souls. Her skirts fluttered in the wind as she set forth adventurously towards the mountains. In front of them, thousands of icy steps proved challenging as a wrong step could send them plunging dangerously down the steep incline!
Hours before reaching Xuancang MountainsWhile her companions and Dongyue were asleep, Xiyu thought of her mother, Lady Peony’s words at the creek on the island. She was a little girl of no more than eight, then.