Chapter 102: Qilang, Drive a Sword Through Me!
She clutched her chest and took a deep breath.
Slowly, she looked up.
In the morning light, she was regarding him with eyes that were enchantingly lucent. Her gaze was especially somber and distant.
Her strange look caused Wang Hong to tilt his head, so that his hair was falling across his face. “What is it?”
Chen Rong’s mouth opened only to close again. She was looking at him with a luminous smile that was both childlike and earnest. “Heaven is teasing me, I’m sure. I don’t think I’ll ever find happiness in this life.”
Wang Hong lifted his head. His right hand involuntarily propped on the seat as he nimbly sat up.
He stared at Chen Rong with an unhurried smile. “What do you mean, Ah Rong?”
Chen Rong looked at him with a fervor in her eyes. The kind of fervor with which someone would engrave another in his heart. She derived contentment from merely looking at him; she was filled with love by merely being next to him.
She was besotted, but she merely smiled: “Nothing.”
Wang Hong continued to study her.
He should know what Chen Rong meant, smart as he was. She was obviously telling him that even if she loved him with all of her soul, even if she was madly in love with him, she was sober enough to know he was beyond her reach and that she would never have him… They were never to be, and so she would never find happiness.
How could there be a girl like her? So young and passionate, yet always possessing a sage’s composure, sophistication, and even jadedness.
How could she contemplate with such a terrifying sobriety when she was so very clearly stirred?
Wang Hong faintly smiled. Translated by the ham ster master.
He dropped his gaze and leaned against the carriage’s left shaft, his dark hair spilling against his pristine robe.
He was basking in the morning sun and mild breeze. Behind him was only a mountain that couldn’t be any more ordinary; he was only sitting in a horse carriage; and yet he remained as poised and refined as he would in a resplendent courtyard.
His thin and fair hand slowly stroked the wine vessel on the table while he unhurriedly said to her: “Are you trying to tell me that once we return to Nan’yang, you’ll go back to being you and I’ll go back to being me? That what happened here was no more than a dream?”