Ling Xingjian's eyes widened as she stared at Shi Tiexin, staring at him again and again, her gaze utterly complicated.
After a long while, she turned and left without looking back, leaving behind only one sentence:
"Psycho."
Inside the Martial Heart Zen Lotus, a certain someone laughed so hard he slapped the floor. "Wahahaha, I'm dying! You little gentleman of advancing step by step and laying out your camp at every turn—go on, advance! Go on, lay out your camp! How did you end up being a psycho?"
Shi Tiexin did not chase after her. Too much was as bad as too little.
He sat down at the edge of the roof. "Don't rush. Let the bullets fly for a while."
"They're still flying? She's already run off—where are they supposed to fly to?"
Shi Tiexin remained as steady as an old god. "Let's switch perspectives. If a woman you'd never met suddenly came up and claimed to be your wife from another world, would you believe her?"
"Well..." Someone pinched his chin and pondered. "That depends on the circumstances."
Shi Tiexin knew perfectly well what circumstances he meant. "What if she were some ugly, muddled, incoherent beggar woman?"
Someone answered decisively, "I'd turn around and leave."
"What if she were an absolute beauty like Ling Xingjian—an incredible figure, a gorgeous face, a Holy Knight carrying holy light?"
"Heh heh, you underestimate me? I'm the little gentleman of bold hypotheses and careful verification. Without ironclad proof, no one can convince me!" Someone proposed a plan. "So I demand that we consummate the marriage immediately as proof."
Shi Tiexin spread his hands. "See? That proves you're still willing to believe it."
"But Wife has already run away! She never lies, so she must truly think we're psychos. Isn't that the worst