Fast Fingers

Xiao Luo thought that he despised Chu Yue. But when it finally came time for him to leave, compared to the mixed emotions he felt around his departure in general, he realized that the little bit of hatred he harbored against her was actually insignificant.

Chu Yue was drenched by rain. When a gust of wind blew, her body shivered uncontrollably. She was like a flower amid a violent storm—pathetic, helpless, and pitiful. She, who should've been like the moon surrounded by a myriad of stars, was now a miserable worm begging for Xiao Luo to come back. She couldn't forget the warmth and sense of security that the events at Wild Boar Ridge had caused her to experience. She wanted to grasp him tightly with all her might.

Xiao Luo, however, wasn't feeling great on the inside. It wasn't because of Chu Yue. Even if it been Huang Ruoran, An Huanhuan, or any of the others who had shown up, he would've felt the same.