Chapter 8: 008: The Woman Who Fell From the Sky [8]

"You may go." The indifferent tone fell upon Feng Liyue’s ears, causing her heart to tremble uncontrollably.

"Yes."

Rong Xiao retreated, still puzzled as to why His Highness had returned so quickly.

Steady footsteps echoed in Feng Liyue’s ears, drawing closer and closer.

For a moment, she didn't quite dare to turn around.

She felt a gentle breeze brush past her back; the man had already taken his seat at the head of the table.

Feng Liyue was facing his face directly. This man—thick brows, hazy eyes, a high-bridged nose, thin, cool lips, and fair, healthy skin—was like a natural-born statue.

She had seen many outstanding men. Her father, her uncle—which of them didn't possess looks that could stun the heavens? The man before her was not inferior to them in the slightest; instead, he possessed an added air of mystery that made one’s heart palpitate.

Han Mohen cast a faint glance at the dazed woman. At this moment, her eyes were wide open, even more beautiful than he had imagined. Such clear, penetrating eyes seemed as if they could look straight into the depths of his soul.

Unswayed by his good looks, Feng Liyue snapped out of her trance and gave him a carefree smile. "I heard you saved me. Thank you."

For a fleeting second, Han Mohen was dazzled by her smile, then he hooked his lips into an evil, charming smirk. "And how do you intend to repay me?"

Repay him? Feng Liyue hadn't expected him to say something like that right off the bat. Such a direct person—but she liked it; she hated beating around the bush more than anything.

"A great kindness needs no thanks. If there is ever anything you need from me in the future, just ask. I certainly won't refuse."

"Oh?" Han Mohen looked at her inscrutably. "So you mean you owe me a favor?"

Feng Liyue nodded. "That’s about the size of it."

"Good. I’ll remember that. Don't you go back on your word."

"Are you kidding? Do I look like the type of person who doesn't keep her word?" Feng Liyue couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. Her reputation for integrity in the Heavenly Realm was legendary.

"I wouldn't know," Han Mohen said innocently.

Feng Liyue: "..."

Han Mohen said with a straight face, "I don't know you, so how would I know if you're that kind of person?"

Fine, Feng Liyue understood. That was a fair point. She promised again, "Don't worry, I absolutely will not welsh on my debt."

"How can you make me believe your words?"

Feng Liyue was troubled.

"Then tell me, what do you need for you to believe me?"

Han Mohen raised an eyebrow, looking wicked and enchanting. Feng Liyue cursed him as a demon under her breath.

"It's simple. You stay here until you have fulfilled your promise."

"Huh?!" Feng Liyue’s eyes widened, feeling somewhat conflicted.

"What? Was it just empty talk after all?" Han Mohen pressed on.

"Of course not!" Feng Liyue denied it instantly, but if she had to live here all the time, she would feel very uncomfortable.

Han Mohen lazily lifted his eyelids, waiting for her to continue.

"It’s just that I feel it would be very inconvenient to live here. After all, we aren't familiar with each other."

They weren't familiar.

That was a very good reason.

"Very well. Where is your home?"

Uh... Feng Liyue’s home... where was her home... Her home was in the heavens, but if she said that, people would probably think she was crazy...

"My home..."

She suddenly realized: where was this place? Everything was different from what she remembered. She had left the Heavenly Realm, and there must have been something she was supposed to do, but she didn't even know where she was!

A-Long wasn't by her side, she didn't know where to go, and it seemed her uncle had said that once she left the Heavenly Realm, she would need money to eat and sleep. She... she looked down at her empty, fluttering robes. She didn't have any money either...