118 - Crazy! Criticizing the Prime Minister for Being a Servant

Chapter 118: Complete Ning Song Wu regretted her decision after taking only a few steps forward. Her master was still injured. If she insisted on breaking through that air wall, it would inevitably pose more problems for her. Yet, she couldn’t dwell on these thoughts internally, not this time. She didn’t want to show weakness again... or perhaps, she didn’t want to. A small figure appeared in her mind, arms crossed, questioning her, "Is she really wrong though? Maybe you should hear her explanation after all? She is your master." Then another figure emerged, filling her thoughts with haughtiness, "She's a formidable cultivator, it's just an air wall, what's the issue? If this isn't a big deal, what would be? Is her concern genuine, or is she simply looking to entertain herself by keeping an amusing child around?" "Hey, that’s unfair! Whether her feelings are genuine is obvious, isn't it?" The formerly haughty figure softened, "True... genuine emotions are apparent to the naked eye." Irritated, Ning Song Wu interjected, "Whose side are you on?" In an instant, both figures glared at her, "Whose side are you on?" Alright then, even her own thoughts were preoccupied with another's welfare. She was unworthy! With a smile, Ning Song Wu looked at her phone screen. She had sent an invitation message several minutes ago, yet Ran Fan Yin had yet to reply. Suddenly, a woman's low murmur broke the silence beside her ear, "Miss Ran, hello, could we... sigh, can't see clearly." Ning Song Wu chuckled and completed the line, “invite you for dinner tomorrow?” “I've masked my presence,” Lin Xin Ran smiled, glancing again at the screen, “Who is this Miss Ran?” “A co-star in the new drama.” “Oh, a dual female lead? Seems like you’re quite popular with the ladies.” “……” Ning Song Wu shot a look at her senior sister, but Lin Xin Ran, seemingly oblivious, continued, “You’re not getting any younger, you know. Maybe it’s time to consider settling down…” “Senior Sister, after you.” “Next time, for sure.” / “Next time, for sure.” They exchanged a glance and laughed together. “I really did mask my presence earlier. Are you close to a breakthrough? You’re sensing my aura.” “I think so. I’ve prepared the pills. Once the current work is done, I should be ready to break through. However…” Her tone shifted, time to settle scores. “We’ve been busy all day, and I didn’t ask you — about that day…” Lin Xin Ran touched her hair and laughed softly. Before she drew too much attention, she slowly backed away, “Ah-ha, it was just a little nibble! Next time, Senior Sister will be careful. You chat well now; I must be off!” With those words, she vanished from the space, leaving only a soft echo in the air. Tsk. Ning Song Wu rubbed her forehead, bringing her attention back to the screen. Ran Fan Yin’s WeChat avatar matched her Weibo account, a pink-weather doll with a big, happy smile. Initially, Ning Song Wu considered adding her directly on WeChat but worried about disturbing her rest. So, she opted to first send a text message, followed by a formal dinner invitation. But the busy bee seemed still unaware. She scrolled through her phone, unintentionally opening the script for “Double Dreams,” focusing her gaze on it. When the script had first crossed her desk, she’d briefly skimmed it. It was a xianxia drama: a celestial female warrior fatefully meets a little fox spirit, the fox becomes her disciple, this and that happen until a happy ending… or wait. Ning Song Wu habitually checked the story’s ending first. To her shock, the story ended with “Fox Xin Er sat alone atop the mountain, sealed all her spiritual power and leapt, whispering as she dispersed into starlight” — a tragic conclusion! And her character? Ning Song Wu scrolled up to find out more but was interrupted by a pop-up from the pink weather doll, with a cute emoji saying, “Okay.” Ning Song Wu sent the pre-chosen location and, seeing “typing…” for a brief moment, received another polite confirmation, "Yes." Seems like a shy and lovely young girl. This little distraction paused her interest in the story. After a while, she exited the app, switched accounts, and searched for more information on Ran Fan Yin. The forum buzz carried some heated arguments, and Ran Fan Yin’s fans were diligently flooding the place with beautiful images. Ning Song Wu, leaning on her door frame, lazily watched the proceedings. A convenience she herself had set up, she realized with a hint of guilt. Equipped with her burner account, she liked several posts with exceptionally well-curated photos. One particular drama still caught her eye. It was from another period drama. Ran Fan Yin portrayed an innocent, adorable princess on the verge of joyful laughter, her little tiger teeth visible, her straight bangs adding a cute foolishness to her face that seemed just right given her large round eyes, round face, and delicate features. So sweet. Recalling the ending she read earlier with her image, made Ning Song Wu reluctant to imagine those eyes filled with tears. Yet eager to see it at the same time. Without exception, posts about this role featured numerous comments with crying face emojis. Ning Song Wu recognized this emoji. When one of her characters had met their end, many used it claiming they weren't affected, but beneath their sunglasses, tears flowed. How could such a sweet picture lead to such a reaction? Was this cheerful character destined to meet a grim fate? She remembered the story had a happy ending! Fingers moving swiftly, she entered a video app’s search bar with the name — Lin Qing Chen. Within seconds, clips with various filters filled her screen. She opened one containing key scenes, this character seemed like a supporting role with limited appearances, the dedicated scene video ran less than an hour. Ning Song Wu settled on a chair, under the moonlight, ready to watch it all. Not realizing the journey she was embarking on. * Ran Fan Yin switched to her alternate account, diving into the net. She posted a status, “Ahhhh, dreams coming true,” with a few over-the-top emoji, soon attracting inquiries from her usual chat mates. This account stored her everyday musings, where she indulged in novels and ships, avoiding sensitive content on her main account, here she vented. Over time, a few like-minded friends remained consistently on her feed. Seeing her normally subdued demeanor erupt into excitement prompted immediate concern. She assured each one it was work-related, having secured a great job that perfectly aligned with her tastes. Indeed, a dream job tailored by her own hands. Before long, her account designed for a singular purpose chimed. Of course, someone noticed her earlier announcement and knocked right on her private chat. Ke Er: Hey, collaborating with Sister Ning? *raises eyebrow, presents flowers* Ran: That emoji is greasy. Ke Er: Don’t dodge the topic. Did you convince your parents? Ran: What convincing? They’re my beloved, darling parents! Miss Ran awoke just shy of noon, realizing something was amiss as she rubbed sleepily at her eyes while washing up. Though not working that morning, and without calls from the crew, her assistant’s absence felt strangely still. Quiet, oddly so. She quickly readied herself, checking her phone for missed alerts. Luckily, nothing significant. The assistant was merely overseeing things on set. Everyone proceeded as usual, without error. Her schedule shifted slightly, with a start at eight that evening. Then she saw Ning Song Wu’s message, “My friend’s coming, she’d like to meet you, is that okay?” Teacher Ning, with her habitual politeness, maintained a courteous distance basked in warmth and friendliness. Ran Fan Yin agreed with a simple "okay," to which Ning Song Wu replied with an adorable thank-you emoji. See, how cute! A moment of daydreaming struck her that she hadn’t enquired about where to meet Teacher Ning. As she typed her response, the door unexpectedly knocked. Pausing, she went to answer. Standing outside was a smiling beauty. Clad in a collared shirt and trousers, her crisp ponytail smoothly accentuated her refined yet gentle facial features, beaming the instant Ran appeared. "Are you Miss Ran Fan Yin? Hello, I'm Lin Xin Ran, a friend of Ning Song Wu." Lin Xin Ran extended her right hand first. Ran Fan Yin turned off her phone screen and shook her hand. "Hello, Miss Lin. I'm Ran Fan Yin. How did you find me here?" She hadn’t told Teacher Ning her room number. "Ning Song Wu’s been on the set all morning, so she just asked your assistant. I hope you don’t mind? Can I come in?" "Not at all, Miss Lin. Please come in." Lin Xin Ran took a careful look, growing more pleased by the moment with this round-faced girl. Was this really Ning Song Wu’s taste? Then she remembered how Ning Song Wu had first chosen a half-circle fan, clearly having a preference for round shapes, so perhaps it made sense. She couldn’t help but start planning the future celebration for these two, even though such unions weren’t legally recognized in this world. But to cultivators who follow their hearts, legality hardly mattered. She'd attended plenty of such joining ceremonies, spent a lot, and planned to really make the next one grand to recoup her expenses. "Um, Miss Lin, is there something on me?" Ran Fan Yin felt slightly uncomfortable under her gaze and shifted slightly. "No, no, just wanted a closer look at this girl Ning Ning mentioned." Ran Fan Yin’s heart skipped a beat, "Teacher Ning mentioned me? What did she say?" Lin Xin Ran smiled warmly, "She said your acting has a lot of spirit and is very captivating." A hint of blush appeared on the young girl’s round face. It was quite unfamiliar to hear her idol praise her through another's words. But Lin Xin Ran wasn’t there just to see the girl. She needed to check the place thoroughly. After all, what triggered her senses was spiritual energy, not demonic power. Ning Song Wu didn’t perceive any issue, but Lin Xin Ran felt something wasn’t right. While making conversation to not raise suspicion, she discreetly investigated the room, finding nothing unusual, making her conclude that last night’s incident must have been a fluke. Maybe, the little creature also carried traces of spiritual energy? Suppressing her guess, she asked, "Any plans today, Miss Ran?" "I have work in the evening, nothing else. Why?" "Mind having a meal together then?" Since the place seemed safe and she didn’t have to worry about the demon shards, her focus naturally returned to Ran Fan Yin. This child looked so cute. If she weren't worried about confusing generations, she might have asked if the young one wanted to cultivate in their sect. She had already checked Ran Fan Yin’s constitution, and it indeed had the familiar aura Ning Song Wu had mentioned. But she couldn’t recall where she’d felt it before. Nevertheless, the girl had an excellent foundation. Her spiritual energy flowed unhindered through her, indicative of a natural body for cultivation. Even starting at her age, she could reach the Golden Core stage within a year, Lin Xin Ran was confident of that. Too bad she couldn’t recruit her straight into cultivation. Lin Xin Ran’s eyes sparkled as she gazed at Ran Fan Yin, as if seeing a rare treasure. Ran Fan Yin blinked, somewhat uneasy with the fervent attention, and asked calmly, "What about Teacher Ning? Are we not waiting for her?" Lin Xin Ran almost said they should leave Ning Song Wu to her own devices, but considering Ran Fan Yin’s presence, she couldn’t be too blunt. She sighed inwardly, her expression serene, "Shall we go find her?" "Sure, Miss Lin. Let me just change quickly." "There’s no need to keep calling me Miss. You can call me Sister." "…Sister Lin?" Lin Xin Ran patted Ran Fan Yin’s shoulder in satisfaction and let the blushing girl free. * Although Ning Song Wu was at the set all morning, she didn’t stay in the main set continuously, as that might disrupt the crew’s normal work since she was only a visitor. Hands clasped behind her back, she calculated, marking several special points outside the set, waiting for the night when the small shard would come to her trap. When Ran Fan Yin saw her, she was meticulously measuring with steps, appearing to look for something on the ground, engrossed in the task. Seeing her dedication, Ran Fan Yin hesitated to speak, but the person beside her didn’t, boldly calling out, "Ning Song Wu, want to eat lunch?" Interrupted, Ning Song Wu merely glanced with indifference at the source of the voice, not breaking her stride, and continued pacing. For some reason, Ran Fan Yin felt those eyes seemed to glow, like a blank white, sending shivers down her spine. Perhaps she was overtired the past few days, plus the way Teacher Ning stood in the light created a momentary daze. Ran Fan Yin darted a glance at the person beside her. Lin Xin Ran was standing with arms crossed, not rushing forward after calling out, wearing a mild smile and observing Ning Song Wu busy herself. With Sister Lin idling like that, Ran Fan Yin decided she should wait a bit longer. Fortunately, Ning Song Wu didn’t occupy the space for long. She reached her marked spot, planted a wooden stick, and when she stood again, the overbearing aura around her diminished noticeably. That bright whiteness must have been just her imagination. Teacher Ning was still the gentle, smiling person she knew. When their eyes met, a gentle smile was directed her way. As she walked over, the ribbons on Ning Song Wu’s shoulders fluttered behind her, adding to her warm demeanor. “Oh, having someone around really is different.” Lin Xin Ran sighed, her tone revealing no particular emotion, but it snapped Ran Fan Yin out of her daze with an inquisitive "Hmm?" Ning Song Wu did not give Lin Xin Ran a chance to speak further. Though not yet in close proximity, her voice, gentle as a spring breeze, reached them. "What for lunch?" "I booked a restaurant, reliable, right?" Ning Song Wu cast a blank gaze at Lin Xin Ran. Reliable? Almost losing her cover, and she called that reliable? Lin Xin Ran ignored the stare, taking Ran Fan Yin’s arm as they went. Blunt Ran: "Sister Lin, maybe we should wait for Teacher Ning." Resigned, Lin Xin Ran slowed her pace. The person following them wore a puzzled look, "You call her sister?" Lin Xin Ran: "Why not?" Ning Song Wu: "Of course, as long as you don't mind." Innocent Ran: "Is there an issue?" Ning Song Wu returned to her gentle demeanor, "No problem, I sometimes call her sister too." "Huh? Is Sister Lin older than Teacher Ning?" Totally unaware of the faux pas that statement made, fortunately, neither were concerned with age. Lin Xin Ran gave a slightly resentful glare at the person who’d caught up, silently shaving off the age difference between them, "Five years older, that’s not much, of course, call me sister." Ning · Politely Smiling · Song Wu: "Yes, Ran Fan, continue as you please." Ran had never found her name quite so endearing. The way Teacher Ning’s calm voice said it made her heart beat that much faster. As they reached the dining table, she gradually calmed down. Lin Xin Ran generously took the menu, "What do you want to eat? It’s my treat." She chose a restaurant near the set, renowned as one of the top ten must-visits in B City for foodies. Ning Song Wu paused sharpening her chopsticks, suppressing her disdain, and said calmly, "It’s only fifty yuan per head here, Sister Lin is very generous." The lack of emotion came off as rather sarcastic. Ran Fan Yin couldn’t hold back a soft laugh, drawing light, floating attention from both Lin and Ning. Quickly, she picked up a disposable pair of chopsticks to focus on, trying to suppress her smile. "When does Teacher Ning plan to leave?" "Not sure, depends on the schedule." If capturing that mischievous creature went smoothly, she might depart for the next city tonight. Otherwise, she’d have to extend her stay a couple of days. "Do you have afternoon shoots?" "Only at eight in the evening." Innocent Fan responded earnestly. Ning Song Wu nodded slightly, "Alright, I’ll be there." Night was the creature’s active time, her presence would be best. Yet, Little Ran misunderstood, her hand gripping the chopsticks stiffened, "Ah? Teacher wants to watch me?" For some reason, it felt like a school examination was coming. Ning Song Wu chuckled softly, "To see how my little fox is doing." She referred to Ran Fan Yin’s role in "Double Dreams," a white fox spirit. Yet, the warmth in her voice hinted at something more. Miss Ran blushed deeply again. She could hardly taste her meal, her mind only on calming her pounding heart. Lin Xin Ran’s eyes danced a knowing circle around the room, her enjoyment of the meal increased several times over. This young girl would undoubtedly tread the path of cultivation, becoming a disciple of Ning Song Wu. Her long life afforded her the patience. Li Ke Er, her real-world friend and childhood companion, currently studying fashion design abroad, frequently used voice chat to keep in touch, well aware of Lin Xin Ran’s goals throughout the years. Ke Er: I don’t believe it. Your parents didn’t tell you to back out? Ran: Wilted.jpg. How could they not say anything? They told me if this drama fails, I should come back home, even though I'm currently one of the most promising young actresses! Ke Er: Heartless laugh.jpg. Okay, no distractions then. I'm coming back from abroad next week, can you come pick me up? Ran Fan Yin blinked and checked her schedule, sighing with regret. Ran: I can’t. I’m heading to B City next week, wrapping up this shoot. Ke Er: Alright then, I’ll just be all alone. Ran: Once you're back, dinner's on me. Ke Er: You said it! If I don’t make you bleed your capitalist wallet, I won’t be called Li. Ran: Hahaha, sure, I promise. Ke Er: By the way, do you want to ship Ruan Ping and Xiao Qing? They’re super sweet! Ran Fan Yin’s expression shifted, typing with a serious tone, "I suggest you ship Lin Qing Chen and Ruan Ping instead." Ruan Ping was a character Ning Song Wu played some time ago. Its tragic end sparked numerous discussions online. Although she had no official pairing, many believed she matched well with another female side character, leading to the Ping-Qing ship. Ran Fan Yin, however, wasn’t interested in this ship. Eventually, you all will be shipping the "Double Dreams" pair! "Am I crazy, shipping two big BE (bad ending) characters?" "I didn’t die." Well, an irrefutable reason. Li Ke Er was silent for a moment before sending a voice message, "Better off dead, in my opinion." "You don't get it. Better to live shamelessly than die elegantly!" "Get lost." As Li Ke Er noted, that role was truly tragic. Though screen time was limited, appearing under bright sunny skies, she joyfully rode into frame on horseback. No one anticipated the narrative of losing a mentor, having a loved one betrayed, the country falling into ruin, and finally the lead characters saving the nation. Yet, she always smiled, handing the preserved imperial seal to the male lead, departing alone with a smile reminiscent yet distinct from her entrance. Though the writing wasn’t groundbreaking, as it was a low-budget web drama, Ran Fan Yin’s acting was exceptional. Many juxtaposed her entrance and departure smiles, wrenching hearts and overnight amassing ‘mom’ fans by the dozen. Ning Lady rarely suffered insomnia, but after watching the series edits, she did. That final smile was just too painful. If it were up to her, she would have left just a tragic silhouette, a lonely desolation—a different kind of emotional punch. In the behind-the-scenes footage, the director’s original intent matched that, but the final smile was Ran Fan Yin’s idea, and the impact was considerable… Spending half the night lying in the courtyard, Ning Song Wu exhaled deeply, casting cleansing spells over herself to rid most of the grime yet unable to erase the redness in her eyes. The appointment time neared, her bloodshot eyes still noticeable. Lin Xin Ran, assuming sleep deprivation from work, patted her shoulder, saying, "Senior Sister, try to spend less." Ning Song Wu glanced at her, shakily sighing, "Heh." For the first time, she truly understood the deeper meaning behind the sunglasses emoji. She too definitely needed a pair. Ran Fan Yin arrived early at the agreed place. Luckily, Ning Song Wu had sent the table number so she didn’t have to wait at the entrance. Just as she sat down, she noticed a distant beauty in a plain long dress approaching. Upon closer inspection, the dress bore delicate green patterns, and her hair, with two strands loosely tucked, was casually styled in a bandeau at the back—like an ethereal being entering the mortal world, alone yet enchantingly set apart. The oversized sunglasses somewhat spoiled the serene beauty. Was this plain long dress with oversized sunglasses a new trend she wasn’t aware of? As the beauty walked, there was a momentary pause, making Ran Fan Yin’s heart sink, thinking this stunning woman wasn’t headed her way. Just as she was about to look away, the beautiful woman resumed her steps, walking directly toward her corner. Closer! Closer! Ran Fan Yin's heart raced as she drafted multiple polite refusals in her mind. She was, after all, waiting for Ning Song Wu today. No matter how pretty, she couldn’t leave with her—although a friend request wouldn’t hurt! The stunning woman reached the table, placed her hand on it, and extended her right hand, speaking warmly, "Miss Ran Fan Yin, I presume? Sorry to keep you waiting. Hello, I’m Ning Song Wu." Ran Fan Yin almost bit her tongue in surprise. [It tastes really good.] [Really…] [Hot hot hot!!!!] [Let the master fight it out with the little one for food~] [Want to kiss.] Jiang Yue chuckled helplessly, "Sister, even direct disciples have to apply in advance and pay. How could they let you?" "I have money too." Her expression was earnest. "Aside from the funds, our disciples have to apply. It's impossible for us." Jiang Mang’s simple “Oh” came with visible disappointment. Jiang Yue glanced around, then up at the sky, saying, "Sister, let’s grab some good food in front and head back?" The previously downcast person perked up somewhat, nodding, and asked, "The training ground here doesn’t need advance notice, right?" Jiang Yue sighed, "But it's the competition soon, definitely unavailable now." "Oh." "Sister, want pastries or dried fruits?" "Neither." "I’ll get some for myself then." “Money.” Jiang Mang lowered her head to untie her money pouch, unaware that chatty Jiang Yue had suddenly gone quiet beside her. Suddenly, her arm was seized by the girl, her voice low and urgent, "It's the sister who helped us earlier. Judging by the appearance, should be, right?” The woman was clad in black, her slim waist accentuated by a silver belt, showcasing a breathtaking figure, her ink-black hair tied back, leaving a partly visible, ethereal profile that sent Jiang Yue’s heart racing. Jiang Mang, painstakingly retying her sash, looked up with a frown, whispering, "Do you fancy her?" "She’s gorgeous! How could I not!" Jiang Yue shook her arm enthusiastically. After a moment of silence, Jiang Mang approached with an outstretched sword handle, "Hello, I’m Jiang Mang, want to spar?" The diligent seed purchaser, oblivious, suddenly turned around: Huh? What? Who? Jiang Mang noted a lack of response and added, "You’re tall, with long fingers, extraordinary looks, should be an excellent sword cultivator, I wonder…" Jiang Yue rushed to interrupt, "Apologies, my sister is obsessed with swordplay, excuse her rudeness." Recovering, Luo Sheng rubbed the back of his head with embarrassment, offering a light laugh, "It’s... okay…" Halfway through speaking, his eyes darted between the two. Classic sword cultivator etiquette, this one who approached her for a duel wore a blank expression. When nudged behind the young girl, she remained unbothered, simply putting away the sword, looking elsewhere. Jiang Mang—such a familiar name. Ah, the prodigy from Tiancheng's elite sword sect? So this genius was a bit slow on comprehension. Luo Sheng silently weighed up this person against Ning Song Wu. While Ning Song Wu wasn’t a prodigy, she’d honed her skills far beyond this one's dull wittedness. Proving that being a child prodigy wasn’t always advantageous. Recently, his master mentioned hoping to see her become an array prodigy. That seemed less appealing now. An awkward silence lingered between the three. As Jiang Yue contemplated breaking the tension, the mysterious black-clothed woman shouted a sharp warning, before Jiang Yue knew it, she was pushed aside as a white flash struck toward Luo Sheng, shielding the shopkeeper. Luo Sheng grunted, staggering, steadying himself against the shopkeeper’s stand, casting a cold glance at the wide-open door with no culprit in sight. Waited so long for her to be alone, yet only to retreat after one hit? Couldn’t be their usual tactic. “Uncle Yang, later report directly to the outer sect responsible. All compensations due will be provided. You know the drill, right?” Luo Sheng stated swiftly. Uncle Yang nodded, grasping her arm concernedly, “And you? Need a rest?” Luo Sheng patted his shoulder, “Don’t worry, Uncle, I’m fine.” She turned toward the two with swords, exhaling slowly, “With me, or back to the mountain?” Jiang Mang nodded slightly, “With you.” Leaving the dried fruit store, Luo Sheng cautiously stored her goods into her storage ring, acting coolly until a distance away, then vomiting a mouthful of blood, holding her chest and crouching. Jiang Mang approached her, supporting her, "I wondered why someone at late Golden Core was so strong. Now I see you’re holding back too." Luo Sheng didn’t respond, just used the blood that hit the ground as ink, tracing enchantments with her fingers. Jiang Yue's pupils constricted, jogging over with delight, “Is that an array? Are you Elder Helan’s disciple?” ...No response. The silence rendered Jiang Yue awkward. After a long pause, Jiang Mang whispered, "They must have mastered concealment spells." Luo Sheng nodded, “Yes, the tracking array can’t find them.” “Demons?” “…Let’s return to the mountain, the competition should begin soon.” The longsword flashed out of its sheath, pointing directly at Luo Sheng's shoulder. "Let’s spar before we head back." Jiang Yue was petrified, quickly tugging at Jiang Mang’s arm, apologizing awkwardly, "I’m sorry, my senior sister is a bit clueless. Please don't be upset." Luo Sheng just lowered her eyes, giving Jiang Mang, who was staring coldly at her, a deep look before chuckling softly. [But now, outside.] [Zhu Que Lao Jie? Has she been following too?] [So you’re hanging upside down again…] [Senior Zhu Que, can we perhaps not act so much like a bat?] [Have you been inactive for too long?] Ning Song Wu opened her eyes in confusion, but the breathtaking view before her made her forget how to speak. Contrasting sharply with the gentle twilight hues of Chaomu Peak, this was a scene of magnificent golden sunset — a radiant sun poised on the horizon, painting the sky with blazing hues of gold and crimson. Turning her head, Ning Song Wu once again found herself lost in a pair of eyes filled with watery, smiling warmth, soft purple tinged with the sharpness of golden light. Yet those eyes still had the gentle feel of the misty purple haze from the corner of the world back then, the gentle Spring breeze of ten miles. Back when she first arrived here, anxious and uneasy, it was this gentleness that completely enveloped her. Now, she could in turn use her own gentleness to fully embrace the one beside her. “...Master,” Ning Song Wu called out infatuatedly. Ran Fan Yin raised an eyebrow, "What is it?" "Nothing, just felt like calling you." Just wanted to call out to you. :-) To make sure you’re here, always here. Ran Fan Yin chuckled, pulling the person beside her into her arms, gently smoothing her hair. “I’m here, I’ve always been here.” - - (The end) No pop-up ads on this site, permanent domain (xbanxia.com)