Chapter 040: Two Years Later, You Will Be Mine (2)
At dawn, the darkness had already faded, and a sliver of light on the distant horizon heralded the arrival of a new day.
The man in red exhaled softly, collecting his inner strength, his face pale and weary. Having channeled his energy throughout the entire night, he was now utterly exhausted.
Sensing his movements, Jin’er slowly awoke from her deep slumber. She let out a soft murmur, intending to stretch, but something felt amiss.
She opened her eyes in confusion, and the first thing she saw was a sea of red. After a moment of bewilderment, realization struck—she was lying in someone’s arms!
Panicking, she struggled to break free, trying to retreat, but failed to notice she was sitting on his lap. Worse still, they were on a rooftop, and as she withdrew, she felt nothing but air behind her, tilting backward.
Jin’er gasped, fear flashing across her face as she was about to scream. But the red moved swiftly toward her, and a strong arm wrapped around her waist, halting her cry at her throat.
Half-reclining in midair, her apricot eyes wide open, Jin’er stared fixedly at the strikingly handsome face before her.
The morning breeze stirred his long, ink-black hair, sending it dancing silently in the wind. His red robes billowed, vivid as a blazing flame.
His eyes were enchanting, like peach blossoms, filled with a myriad of twinkling stars. Though his complexion was pale, it did nothing to diminish his beauty. His faint smile was elusive, inviting curiosity...
“You wore me out all night, and still won’t give me any peace,” Mo Yan grumbled with a hint of displeasure, pulling Jin’er back to her original position with a firm tug.
Jin’er stared at him, then glanced around, recalling the events of the previous night. Turning back, she asked in confusion, “Did you save me?”
“If not me, who else? Your luck is truly extraordinary,” Mo Yan replied, pursing his lips with a look of resigned misfortune.
Last night, he had merely passed by, intending to pick up a few medicinal herbs. Unexpectedly, as he reached the storeroom door, he heard faint cries for help from the neighboring room. Driven by curiosity, he entered and found her there.
Seeing her so innocent and adorable, destined to be breathtakingly beautiful when grown, he felt it a pity for her to die so young and decided to save her. Later, he discovered the green thread on her wrist, making it impossible for him to turn a blind eye.
Suddenly remembering something, Jin’er abruptly raised her right hand and lifted her sleeve. Her once-bright eyes dimmed again—the green thread remained, proof that she’d only survived a bout of poisoning.
“Have you ever been poisoned by Soul-Devouring Powder?” Mo Yan frowned at the green thread, questioning her.
Jin’er looked up at him in shock. “How do you know? Do you know how to cure it?”
“Don’t look at me like that. I can’t cure it,” Mo Yan said, furrowing his brow and avoiding her hopeful gaze. After all, Soul-Devouring Powder was the Poison Sage’s prized creation—it couldn’t be dispelled so easily.
Hearing this, Jin’er’s spirits deflated, her head drooping.
“What about the cold poison in your body? Right now, its toxicity far surpasses that of Soul-Devouring Powder. How did you end up with all these afflictions?” Mo Yan looked at the fragile girl before him, unable to suppress a surge of pity. So young, yet forced to endure the torment of both Soul-Devouring Powder and cold poison—how could one not feel compassion?
“To be honest, I’ve been researching ways to neutralize Soul-Devouring Powder, but so far, there’s been no breakthrough. Last night, your poison was relatively mild, so I could control it with silver needles, and fortunately, I possess Fire Spirit, which helped counteract the cold poison. That’s why I say your luck is truly remarkable,” Mo Yan said with a smile.