Pride

At some point, Han Wuxian had developed the habit of combing her long hair. She would comb it for half the day, utterly absorbed and enjoying every moment, as if it were the only thing in the world worth doing.

Old Man Mu thought it was a beautiful sight, but after watching it for too long, he found it a little irritating. He felt ignored—or, strictly speaking, something worse than ignored. It was as if she didn't think he existed at all.

"Ahem." Old Man Mu hoped to catch Han Wuxian's attention. When that failed, he had no choice but to speak directly. "It's not easy to see you. If the Dragon King hadn't woken up, those people would never have let me in. Actually, considering our relationship... heh, if they knew, they'd die of jealousy."

Han Wuxian seemed to have only just noticed there was another living person in the tent. She slowly turned her head, a faint smile appearing on her face. It was exactly the same as the one Old Man Mu remembered, and his rarely stirred heart began to beat faster.

"Who are you?"

"Me? Old Man Mu. Didn't we meet three days ago?"

"Did we? Old Man Mu. That name sounds familiar."

"Familiar? We're as familiar with each other as can be. It was because we overdid it together back then that I lost interest in women for the rest of my life."

Han Wuxian's smile deepened, as if she had finally remembered the past. "Why didn't I kill you?"

"I got away." Old Man Mu was quite pleased with himself. "I'm the only man in all history to sleep with a woman in Moonlight Hall and still escape."

Holding her long hair, Han Wuxian tilted her head and studied Old Man Mu. "You weren't