In the dim light of the canyon, Ling Qingzhu sat cross-legged beside Mo Lin. Her cool eyes gazed at his pale yet still handsome face, while unprecedentedly complicated emotions churned within her heart.
She raised her slender, jade-like fingers and gently brushed her slightly heated cheek. Uncontrollably, her mind replayed every moment of entanglement she had shared with this man since that humiliating and absurd encounter in the ancient tomb.
The first time, in the stone hall of the ancient tomb, she had been caught in the Nirvana Heart trap. Her yin and yang had fallen out of balance, desire had burned through her body, and in her muddled state of consciousness, he had taken advantage of her vulnerability and stolen the most precious thing she possessed.
After waking, she had been so ashamed and furious that she had wanted to carve him into a thousand pieces. Yet his acts of "throwing himself in front of the blade" and "transferring power to save her" had thrown her emotions into turmoil.
In the end, he had even arrogantly declared that he would stand at the peak of this continent and marry her openly and honorably.
At the time, she had only found it absurd and laughable. She had believed him to be nothing more than a shameless lecher who had taken advantage of her weakness and spouted wild boasts. His vow had been nothing but the ravings of an arrogant, ignorant madman who knew neither heaven nor earth.
The second time had been in this deathly silent black desert, when she had been affected by the Pink Mist and violated by him once again.
Yet unlike the first time, after it was over, he had draped clothing over her body. He had even remained at her side to guard her while