Though Su Changqing was dressed in black and had his face covered, Feng Qingxue recognized him at a glance.
"You came here to find Zhang Yan?" Feng Qingxue asked blankly, her heart filled with desolation.
Su Changqing remained silent.
"She's on the third red boat to the left..." Taking a deep breath, Feng Qingxue looked at him and spoke softly.
Su Changqing looked at her, his eyes narrowing slightly. In the end, he tapped his toes against the ground, landed atop the pavilion of a large boat, and leaped away.
Feng Qingxue suddenly rushed to the window. Her red lips parted as she watched the black-clad figure beneath the moon, but she hesitated to speak. In the end, she sat on the floor, her eyes bleak and faintly tragic.
"My entire family is dead, and I've fallen so low... I shouldn't drag him down with me."
Feng Qingxue remembered Su Changqing's appearance that day. He had possessed peerless bearing, like an exiled immortal descending into the mortal world, saving her from certain doom. She was merely a courtesan—how could she ever be worthy of him?
Feng Qingxue gave a bitter laugh, her eyes filled with unwilling desolation as she slowly rose to her feet. She was like an ant, far too powerless.
Another figure flashed past the window. Feng Qingxue hurried over, looked at him, and said in delight, "You're back?"
The man before her looked like a young man. He wore white robes embroidered with golden Mang Mountains, with a three-foot, seven-inch dragon sword at his waist. It shone brilliantly, and his bearing was exceptionally handsome.
A woman of extraordinary beauty stood beside him. She was Chen Yu'er, whom Su Changqing had not seen in a long time.
"Yes, Sis. I came back to save you." Feng Taixu smiled.