Such was his handsomeness and matchless elegance.
Qilang of the Wang House in Lang’ya. Unparalleled among the most famous of them all.
And yet he had come in the middle of the night only to save her…
Chen Rong closed her eyes and crawled into his arms again.
Unconsciously, she was wreathed in smiles.
Only now did Chen Rong realize she had long been in love with him, admiringly so and deeply so… That was why when she saw him come for her, she had forgotten to ask about Old Shang. She didn’t even wonder whether he had come alone, or how he knew she was hiding in this place. Who had informed him? And what about that invitation.
When she saw him, she hadn’t the least bit of sensibility and sobriety left. She was just surprised and joyous that he had come to her rescue; she was just relieved, touched, happy, and filled with emotions…
As she thought of this, the overwhelming joy and happiness made Chen Rong, who had never experienced what it felt like to have her love returned, felt for the first time that the world could be so beautiful… How she wished time could stop – so happy was she, that she could die right there and then!
After daydreaming for a while, Chen Rong suddenly remembered that her hands and feet had fallen asleep, then what of Wang Hong who got slept on all night long?
Feeling bad, she quickly stretched her hand and endured the horrible prickling sensation to slowly move away.
Her strengthless hand caused her entire body to plop over on the side. Her shoulders crashed onto the shaft with a loud thud.
She endured the pain to rise halfway and looked toward Wang Hong. When she saw that his eyes were still closed, soundly asleep, she thought with relief: Fortunately I’ve not woken him.
She gritted her teeth, propped herself on the shaft using her other arm, and then slowly dismounted the carriage. Due to the excruciating pain, her soft white neck and forehead broke out in cold sweat.
Step by step, she struggled to walk to the front.
Chen Rong’s figure had just left the cleft when the sleeping Wang Hong opened his eyes. He slightly tilted his head and stared after her slowly moving figure before turning to her injured right shoulder.
When Chen Rong came back, she noticed his snow-white figure sitting inside the open carriage.
Upon hearing Chen Rong’s footsteps, he looked up and softly smiled.
And just like that, daylight dawned upon them, and the flowers cast their sweet perfume!
Unconsciously, Chen Rong also broke into a beatific smile. After she had bashfully stared at him, almost as a reflex, she hid her left hand that was holding a handful of wild fruits behind her.
After she had exchanged them behind her, she struggled to raise the fruits with her injured right hand and laughingly said, “Look, I’ve picked a bunch of wild fruits. These are edible; they smell heavenly, too. Do you want to try some?”
Wang Hong softly smiled. He glanced at the grape-like fruits and noticed that there were a few drops of fresh blood on them.
These fruits had apparently just been washed, drops of water still sparkling on their skin.
Wang Hong looked at Chen Rong and then slowly outstretched his right hand.
He was unhurried and elegant, but Chen Rong, whose mind was entirely on him, found that his movement appeared slightly stiff.
She walked up to him and hastily asked, “Is your arm numb?” She had slept on top of him and even her hands and feet were numb for a long time. What must he feel, then, having slept underneath her?