Thinking... which girl?
A figure flashed through his mind.
Feng Wuya blushed and quickly said, "Mother, I'm not thinking about her, I'm just feeling a bit flustered."
"Flustered about what?" Murong Yu knew her son. He didn't like to lie, but some things, some feelings, he might not be clear about himself.
Feng Wuya was truly flustered.
It had been two days, and he still felt uneasy, yet everyone here seemed to be lying to him.
But then again, everyone seemed to be telling the truth.
Perhaps he was just too suspicious.
In any case, his restlessness was due to this.
"What exactly has happened to Miss Long?"
That night he had seen Long Xinghe surrounded by assassins, with medicinal people appearing around them. But he had fainted, and he had no idea what happened afterward.
After waking up, Long Xinghe seemed to have completely disappeared from his world.
They said she had returned to Tengbei, but why was this matter so strange?
Even if she was returning to Tengbei, why couldn't she have said goodbye to him personally before leaving?
Why did she leave while he was unconscious?
Feng Wuya was not a sentimental person. He knew very well that Long Xinghe had come to Beiming to protect him.
Now, for her to leave without a word... was that possible?
What he feared most was that something had happened to Long Xinghe, but everyone was unwilling to tell him the truth?
"You're not afraid that she's already... no longer alive, are you?"
Murong Yu's words made Feng Wuya stand up abruptly, sweat beading on his forehead.
Murong Yu quickly said, "Son, don't be afraid. Miss Long is fine. It's just that she's truly given up and left."
"Mother..."
"Son, you've always been indifferent to her. You know yourself, which girl can endure that?"
"Although Miss Long is stronger than ordinary girls, she is still just a girl, isn't she? Do you still want someone to enthusiastically embrace your cold... well, that?"
"Mother, I didn't mean that!"
"But you were indeed not good to her. Do you still want to deny it?"
Murong Yu smiled and said, "Not hot, not cold, right?"
Feng Wuya remained silent. He didn't intentionally act cold towards Long Xinghe, but Long Xinghe had clearly expressed her feelings for him, and he had also said that he had no romantic feelings for her.
If he were too enthusiastic, it would give her false hope.
Therefore, he had always maintained a distance from Long Xinghe.
But at least, he treated Long Xinghe as a friend, and he did not look down on her in any way.
"Since you don't like her, then let bygones be bygones. Let neither of you remember it."
Murong Yu sighed softly, looking at her son's obviously still uneasy face, and said gently, "Forget her."
...Feng Wuya, at some unknown time, had walked out of the bedroom.
Stepping into the night, he walked in the courtyard, filled with melancholy.
Forget her.
Since he didn't like her, why should he keep her tied to him?
She should have her own life, her own way of living. Did she have to be bound to him?
It was just that during this period, with her always by his side, he would think every day about keeping his distance from her.
After living like this for a long time, he seemed to have gotten used to it.
Now, there was no need to deliberately keep a distance from anyone, no need to worry about hurting her. Wasn't that good?
Why then, did he feel a sense of loss, as if he had lost something in his life?
Feng Wuya walked through the long corridor, aimlessly, not knowing where to go next.
Looking up suddenly, he unexpectedly saw Jiang Tao with someone at the arched gate!
His eyes lit up, and he quickened his pace: "Miss Long, I didn't expect you to still..."
Suddenly, his footsteps stopped. Disappointment flickered in his eyes: "Who are you?"