Nan Fenglan felt comforted, yet filled with sorrow. Sometimes, whether one acted or not made no difference to the outcome.
Just as she had said, she had not intended to poison Xiang Yang, but neither had she intended to tell him this news. Strictly speaking, that too was a betrayal—merely a passive one.
Over the course of a lifetime, people came to hate many things: others' slander and contempt, the hardships of their own fate, the malice of the world. And betrayal was absolutely an act most people deeply loathed and could never forgive.
Moreover, her earlier words, like an explosion of self-exposure, might have contained an element of acting, but they were not without some sincerity.
Xiang Yang did not know what to say either, because he did not know how to handle his relationship with Nan Fenglan now. Once a mirror cracked, no matter how one patched it up, it could never return to its original state.
"Tiger King and Di Jiang only died recently. I doubt the Demonic Sect Experts have received the news so quickly, so for now, I don't think we need to worry about your father's safety.
"What you need to think about now is what situation your father is truly in. Is he merely being watched for the time being? Or has he already been taken away? If he has been taken, where was he taken?
"Only after you figure these things out will I know how to save him."
Xiang Yang did not discuss how the two of them should get along in the future, nor what direction their relationship would take. He merely changed the subject, turning it toward how to rescue General Nan.
At this mention, Nan Fenglan temporarily suppressed the strange feelings in her heart and began carefully considering