Meng Chuan had said so much, yet Ruthless showed little reaction. He thought nothing of it.
It was hardly as if Ruthless would burst into tears, make a scene, or say she could not accept it.
If she did, she would not be the Ruthless Great Emperor.
This was the reaction he expected.
Still, Meng Chuan guessed that her heart was not greatly stirred.
After so many years, could she truly have been unprepared for this possibility?
Not necessarily.
Before she came to walk with him beneath the stars, she had surely prepared herself more for a negative answer than an affirmative one.
"Don't worry, Great Emperor. If I ever reach that point, I'll definitely help you."
Meng Chuan thumped his chest as he made the promise. If he truly reached that point, it would probably be something he could accomplish with a wave of his hand.
If Meng Chuan had lived as Ruthless had in childhood, with an older sister like her older brother, he figured he would have been just as unable to let go.
After all, that would have been his only family, bound to him by blood—a loved one he had depended on, and who had depended on him, since childhood.
Ruthless nodded. In truth, she wanted more to reach that point herself, but she would not refuse Meng Chuan's help.
Silence fell between them. They stood amid the stars, looking at each other, until at last Meng Chuan asked, puzzled:
"Great Emperor, aren't you leaving?"
"You want me to leave?" Ruthless sounded confused. "I came out for a walk."
Once again, Ruthless repeated the purpose she had stated at the start.
Asking Meng Chuan about Reincarnation was one reason she had come, but she had not lied about wanting to take a walk.
After all,