Gardenia blossoms fell onto the bluestone paving, their white petals stained with dirt, just like Ning Rongrong's heart suddenly tightening.
She abruptly rose to her feet and instinctively stepped half a pace back. Her once-empty eyes instantly filled with vigilance, along with a trace of poorly concealed exhaustion. Her fingertips trembled slightly, yet she still forced herself to stand straight, her voice hoarse as though coated in dust. "Why are you here?"
There was no joy at a long-awaited reunion, no warmth between old friends—only cold detachment and undisguised wariness.
Oscar's smile froze at once. His outstretched hand hung stiffly in midair as the light in his eyes slowly dimmed. He had thought that even if Ning Rongrong had chosen to leave Shrek, even if they had already gone their separate ways, they would at least retain some old affection when they met again. But Ning Rongrong's reaction before him was like a basin of cold water poured over him from head to toe.
"Rongrong, we..." He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Tang San raised a hand and cut him off.
Tang San slowly walked into the courtyard. A knowing contempt lingered in his dark red eyes as he looked Ning Rongrong up and down, his tone carrying the condescension of someone bestowing charity. "What? Surprised to see us? Or did Ning Fengzhi already tell you we were coming?"
"My father knows nothing." Ning Rongrong frowned and looked at him coldly. "This is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, not a place you should be. The Spirit Hall Empire's guards are at the foot of the mountain. If you leave now, there's still time."
"Leave?" Ma Hongjun gave a mocking snort, folding his arms as he leaned against the courtyard gate. His voice was thick with ridicule.