Chapter 92

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Chapter 92: Feng Rong’s Distress

"Where had you been these past few days?" You You casually inquired, "You weren’t drinking here the whole time, were you?"

"Of course not," Feng Rong countered.

"Then what were you doing? You’ve been disappearing all day."

He suddenly smiled, his features softening into mesmerizing lines that momentarily dimmed the Colors around them. His words floated like silk, "I was waiting… to see when you’d come find me."

"…" You You’s heartbeat faltered. Noticing his habitual gesture of raising the Wine Cup, she snatched it away. "Enough drinking. It’s bad for you."

He reached halfheartedly but missed, shooting her a reproachful glance. Instead of his usual fiery retort, he simply leaned heavier against her shoulder, gazing at the night sky through hazy eyes.

The air thickened with unspoken tension…

"It’s late. Let’s go down—" You You attempted to rise.

Feng Rong clung like viscous syrup, protesting, "Stay. If you deny me wine, be my companion instead…"

Trapped by their precarious perch, You You relented. At least this drunken Little Fire Chicken was pleasant to look at.

Satisfied, Feng Rong’s grip shifted from her arm to her hand, fingers interlacing tightly. His head nestled deeper into her shoulder as he murmured, "You You…"

Alcohol deepened his voice, warm breath grazing her neck. She squirmed slightly, but his next words froze her movement: "I… miss home."

"You mean Wushan? Then visit it," she replied, puzzled by his odd mood.

His grip tightened. "Can’t return…"

"…"

A night breeze seemed to sober him as he stared emptily at the moon. "Have you ever felt… completely alone in the Mortal Realm?" He chuckled self-deprecatingly before she could answer. "Never mind—"

"I have!"

"What?" He jerked upright, disbelief widening his eyes.

Following his gaze skyward, she sighed. "Like when your entire World changes overnight? When all you knew—family, friends—vanishes? That loneliness? I know it well." Her sudden transmigration flashed through her mind.

Feng Rong’s lips trembled before he whispered, "How… how do you bear it?"

"Acceptance." She shrugged. "What choice exists?"

"But don’t you crave the past? Yearn to retrieve what’s lost?" Desperation edged his voice.

"Of course I do!" Who wouldn’t miss internet and modern comforts? "But when impossible… we adapt. I’ve found new family here—you, Yuan Qi, Lin Feng, Liu Qing, Yin Fan, Ling Qi, Shui Yan… everyone in Zhen Yan Sect. My loneliness ended with them."

Feng Rong gaped, emotions rippling across his face like storm clouds clearing. Abruptly, he yanked her into a breath-stealing embrace. "You You," his voice cracked, "you urge me to abandon everything… yet offer everything. How cruel."

"Talk without manhandling!" She squirmed, hindered by their treetop perch.

"Never." His grip intensified, reverting to familiar stubbornness. "You tricked me into hope—now you’re responsible! You’ll treat me better than that Yuan Qi!"

"Tricked? That’s reverse accusation!"

"I care not!" He huffed, earlier melancholy replaced by vibrant energy. Suddenly earnest, he grasped both her hands. "There’s something I must confess—"

"Sect Master!" Feng Yu’s voice shattered the moment from below.