Chapter 187
by fanqienovelChapter 187: Please Let Me Finish Speaking
Feng Rong froze instantly, looking completely stunned. His face then turned crimson like an overripe tomato.
“You… you…” He stumbled over his words, eyes darting everywhere but at her. After an awkward silence, he blurted out, “Do I like you or not? Isn’t it obvious?” Why even ask?
He grabbed a fistful of unpeeled nuts and shoved them into his mouth, muttering, “We already Established a Contract anyway.”
You You watched him, her heart sinking as guilt washed over her.
_This is bad. It’s true._
She couldn’t grasp why Feng Rong liked her. They always ended up arguing—what part of that appealed to him? Or had his Follower status confused him? _This is my fault._
“Feng Rong…” She hesitated. “There’s something I need to explain. Promise you’ll hear me out without getting mad?”
He turned to her, the redness fading from his face. “What?”
“Swear you’ll let me finish.”
“Are you Establishing a Contract with someone else?” His voice turned icy. “Did you promise Wu Yue?”
“No!” She sighed. “It’s… something else.”
Relaxing, he resumed peeling nuts. “Go ahead. I’ll listen.”
She steadied herself. “I’ve never told anyone this… I’m not from this World. I came from a different place—no cultivators, no celestial maidens, no Followers.”
She spilled everything: her origins, the two Worlds’ differences. His expression shifted from confusion to shock.
“So that’s why you’re unlike other celestial maidens?” he finally whispered.
“Yes. Whatever I brought from my World… it gave me this strange Cultivation. I don’t fully understand it.”
He seized her hand, alarmed. “Does it harm you?”
“I don’t think so. It might explain why no one could gauge my Cultivation before.”
“Good.” He exhaled, picking up another nut. “Doesn’t matter where you’re from. We’ve Established a Contract.”
“But listen—my old World had no Followers. When I made the Contract, I thought it meant… friendship. Brotherhood. Family.” His peeling slowed. “I didn’t know it meant betrothal here.”
“Feng Rong… I’m grateful for your feelings, but I don’t return them. I’m sorry.”
He went rigid, head bowed.
“This is my responsibility. I should’ve explained sooner—” She froze. “Feng Rong? Don’t cry!”
“I’m NOT!” he roared, eyes red-rimmed and glaring.
“But you’re—”
_CRACK!_ He slammed his palm, splintering the table. Nuts flew everywhere.
Trembling, he rasped, “Finished?”
“Y-yes?”
He whirled toward the tree, tore open the nut-filled hollow, and dove inside, sealing the Entrance behind him.
You You stared.
…Did he just _hide in a tree_?