Chapter 757 - A Conversation with Xiaoyu (1/2)

Chapter 757 A Conversation with Xiaoyu

“Xiaoyu, have you ever fallen in love with someone?” Lin Mengya asked.

The firelight shone on her face, drying the water drops on her face and turning her from a lovely lotus flower just out of water to a gorgeous rose.

Lin Zhongyu glanced at Lin Mengya hesitantly, but finally shook his head.

“If you love someone, you’ll want to give her all good things in the world while trying to protect her from danger. For me, the relics of the Guwei State are my fate, not his. I’ll be selfish if I drag him into this dangerous situation. But now, even if I die later, he’ll at least be able to live on,” Lin Mengya said.

The relics of the Guwei State, what everyone was crazy about but she hated bitterly, now got in her way.

If she could make it through this, everything would be fine. If she failed, she would pass away like a cloud.

Since she had to sacrifice her life, why bother to get him involved in this?

“I see. Sister, have a good rest. We’ll go down the mountain tomorrow,” Lin Zhongyu said.

After falling silent for a moment, he somehow turned and left the cave.

Watching his delicate and thin back, Lin Mengya sighed lightly.

The god of destiny made fools of the people. If she hadn’t raised Xiaoyu in her mansion after saving him, maybe he wouldn’t have become like this.

She had refused to submit herself to fate.

But now, she suddenly realized that fate was the most dramatic screenwriter and no one could escape from being tricked by it.

Xiaoyu was considerate indeed. The moment Lin Mengya put down the bowl of porridge, she saw the clean clothes he prepared beside her.

After changing her clothes and looking at herself in the water for a while, she became a handsome young man again.

Lin Mengya touched her haggard face and could not help but smile bitterly. How could she not feel guilty about lying to Long Tianyu? But she forced herself to perform her duty.

“Sister, have you changed your clothes?” She heard Xiaoyu’s muffled voice from the tunnel.

Lin Mengya was never a sentimental person, and it was not her nature to indulge in memories.

She got up and went downward. A moment later, she appeared in front of Xiaoyu gracefully.

Lin Zhongyu’s eyes lit up. He didn’t know what was going on. Anyway, he found that since his sister woke up in the snake head pool, she seemed to have become more gorgeous and charming.

If he had to describe it with one word, he could only say that his sister became more charming.

Most of charming ladies were of dazzling beauty, dressed in resplendent clothes with luxurious jewelry.

Lin Zhongyu, who had seen plenty of beauties, was naturally not interested in that kind of so-called gorgeous ladies who gave out a fragrance of cosmetics strong enough to linger in his mind for three years.

Lin Mengya was different. She, dressed in plain and simple clothes with her hair neatly done in a bun and no makeup, was of unadorned beauty, but naturally eye-appealing and charming.

Her beauty was not seductive and did not arouse his evil thought, but he involuntarily kept her appearance in mind at first glance.

Rubbing his eyes, Lin Zhongyu found something strange.

In the past, his sister was beautiful, but her beauty was not so… so overwhelming.

Yes, her beauty was overwhelming.

Even among a batch of beauties, she was the most eye-appealing at first glance, as if she were the queen of flowers superior to any indescribably beautiful flower.

In the twinkling of an eye, Lin Mengya walked up to Xiaoyu.

At the sight that this silly boy stared at her blankly and rubbed his eyes from time to time, Lin Mengya reached out to gently rub his head and asked in a soft voice as before, “What are you looking at?”

Xiaoyu returned to himself, scratched his head and said with an embarrassed look, “Nothing, I just find that you seem to be a little different, sister. Just now, I seemed to be possessed and couldn’t look away from you.”

Hearing Xiaoyu say that in embarrassment, Lin Mengya didn’t just smile to smooth things over.

Instead, she reached out to grab Xiaoyu’s wrist and put her slender fingers on his wrist to feel his pulse.

“Who taught you the witchcraft?” Lin Mengya asked with a severe look in her burning eyes.

Despite Xiaoyu’s status and composure, he was involuntarily at a loss how to answer his sister.

Lin Mengya checked on Xiaoyu for a while and pinched him.

Then she said reproachfully with a sullen look, “It’s not easy to learn witchcraft. You learn it without a solid foundation and are over anxious for quick results. Are you seeking death?”