"Wang Dong'er."
A call brought Wang Dong'er, whose face had gone deathly pale, back to her senses.
"Long Yaochen, I..."
"Enough!"
Long Yaochen cut her off and gripped her shoulder again. Looking into those dazed pink-and-blue eyes, he said:
"I don't want to hear any other nonsense."
"Just tell me, you..."
"What do you want to do?"
Wang Dong'er stared blankly at Long Yaochen.
Those pitch-black eyes were as calm as a pool of deep water.
For some reason,
the unease that had been lingering in her heart moments ago gradually faded away.
It was just like when she had been confined to the Clear Sky Sect before.
When her spirits had been at their lowest, the first ray of light to shine in had been Long Yaochen.
Wang Dong'er took a deep breath, and her gaze gradually firmed.
"I'm Wang Dong'er, not Tang Wutong."
"I want to be the Clear Sky Sect's young master. I don't want any so-called mission."
"Even if he is my father, that doesn't mean he can arrange my life for me!"
"Good."
Long Yaochen smiled and patted her shoulder.
"That's the Wang Dong'er I know."
"As long as you don't want to go, anyone who wants to take you away will have to ask whether I agree!"
Wang Dong'er suddenly didn't know what to say.
After a moment of silence, she spoke softly:
"But..."
"My father seems to be really strong."
"You don't have to oppose him just for me, right?"
"What are you thinking?" Long Yaochen shot her a glance. "I'd oppose him even without you."
"You're just incidental."
"What?!"
Wang Dong'er glared at him indignantly, her eyes widening.
"How am I incidental?"
"And besides... the way you put it, my father sounds like some great villain."
Long Yaochen shook his head.
"Good