Tangled Threads (3)

Lin Huaixu had gorged himself on gossip this time. Every curious thought in his head crackled like a string of firecrackers going off inside his chest.

The moment he heard the word "engagement," his eyes lit up. A question that had nagged at him for ages suddenly had a lead. He had long wondered about Third Senior Brother Feng Yue's never-seen betrothed, and now he finally had a clue. He even held his breath, afraid of missing a word.

As soon as Shen Yuxi finished speaking, Lin Huaixu blurted out, "Did Third Senior Brother go home so suddenly because he wants to meet the original owner of the Sword Bone? If so, I'm going to ask him all about that person when he gets back!"

Shen Yuxi's lips twitched, but he could not quite manage a smile. His thoughts were brutally direct: Dream on.

Third Junior Brother has no chance of meeting his wife, who ran off years ago. The Nian Clan spent seven or eight years searching with everything they had and never found a trace of him. How would the Feng Family know where Nian Shuhe is?

He lowered his gaze to the cold light playing across his sword hilt. A complicated emotion flickered in his eyes, and his thoughts turned conflicted. Well, I do know where he is.

But honestly, I hope Third Junior Brother never runs into him. Love and hate... Fine, there wasn't much love, and the killing was all one-sided. I do kind of ship them, but I don't like tragic romances. You two are better off leaving each other alone.

As if something had just occurred to him, his fingers tightened sharply around the hilt beneath his blue robes. His thoughts suddenly surged with fervor. Ninth Junior Brother, you need to step up!