Mu Anxiao hadn't expected Feng Qishi to say something like that. Seeing his calmer expression than before, she shook her head, "I refuse. Remember, we are only cooperating temporarily. Once this is over, I will take back your memories, and you will return to your previous life. You and I will never have any further contact."
"You can take my memories," Feng Qishi suddenly said.
The moment Feng Qishi spoke, Mu Anxiao's expression didn't change, but her heart sank.
"Why?"
"Like you said, I'm just a clueless kid. A kid like me can't help you much anyway. Anyway," Feng Qishi lowered his gaze, "the ending is the same. Whether I forget sooner or later makes no difference to me. It's just, I beg you, be gentle. From now on, don't let me see you."
At this moment, Mu Anxiao couldn't help but recall what Shen Yan had said that year: don't let me see you again. Thinking of those words, Mu Anxiao looked at Feng Qishi's expression, and she said, "Alright, I won't let you see me again." As she spoke, she opened her palm.
As Feng Qishi slowly closed his eyes, a horn suddenly blared into their ears.
Then, Feng Qishi abruptly opened his eyes and looked past Mu Anxiao towards the familiar car across the road, muttering, "Not good."
Mu Anxiao continued her cultivation unaffected.
Feng Qishi withdrew his gaze and looked down at Mu Anxiao, who was continuing her spellcasting with the light emanating from her hands, saying urgently, "Are you stupid?" Then, he roughly pushed away Mu Anxiao's hand, which was beginning to glow.
Mu Anxiao sidestepped as Feng Qishi glanced at the car across the road, clicking his tongue, "We're screwed."
"What are you doing?" Mu Anxiao hadn't reacted yet, tilting her head up and growling.
Feng Qishi whispered, "Come with me."
"What?" Mu Anxiao was stunned.
"My mom is here. Come with me for a bit, and I'll give you money."
"You'll give me money?" Mu Anxiao repeated.
Feng Qishi nodded.
Mu Anxiao shook her head, "I don't need money."
"Even if you get a job, they won't pay you immediately. Besides, in this day and age, you need a mobile phone. I'll give you three thousand yuan to buy one, but you have to pretend to be my friend in front of my mom," Feng Qishi said, forgetting his recent sadness.
In the sedan, the woman looked at Feng Qishi's face across the road and muttered, "What is that kid doing?" She honked the horn again.
Hearing the horn, Feng Qishi's nerves tightened, "Great-grandmother, please agree."
"What did you call me?" Mu Anxiao frowned.
Feng Qishi repeated, "Great-grandmother."
"Alright, I agree," Mu Anxiao liked the way Feng Qishi addressed her.
"Let's go," Feng Qishi said. As he reached out to pull Mu Anxiao, she sidestepped, "Don't touch me."
Feng Qishi moved his hand away and smiled, "As you wish. After you help me, I'll buy you a phone when I get back."
Mu Anxiao didn't speak and turned to look at the woman in the car who was looking at them with annoyance, saying, "The person in that horse-drawn carriage, is that your mother?"
Feng Qishi really couldn't stand Mu Anxiao speaking like this and corrected her helplessly, "Remember, this is a car, not a horse-drawn carriage. Horse-drawn carriages need horses. Does this vehicle look like it has horses in front?"
"No, but I think the horse is inside," Mu Anxiao said to herself.