Hu Xiaotian gazed at Murong Feiyan's beautiful profile beside him, warmth welling in his heart. How lonely would this journey have been without her company? Murong Feiyan kept feeling the heat in his gaze. Usually so open and easygoing, she actually grew embarrassed under his scrutiny and lifted her lovely face high, looking up at the star-studded night sky.
Just then, a shooting star flashed across the heavens.
Hu Xiaotian missed the shooting star. "I want you to be my crutch for the rest of my life," he said softly.
Murong Feiyan seemed not to hear him. Her beautiful eyes quietly followed the shooting star, its trailing tail reflected in them in a lovely shimmer of light.
Hu Xiaotian was captivated by that fleeting shimmer. Only then did he realize a shooting star had passed overhead. He had heard more than once that a wish made upon a shooting star would come true. Had Heaven truly heard his call?
Such fleeting beauty never lasted. By the time Hu Xiaotian raised his head, the shooting star had vanished into the distant sky.
Only long after it disappeared did Murong Feiyan answer. "If you let me break both your mangy legs, I might consider it."
Meanwhile, an unexpected incident that should have been expected had occurred at the yamen. The two assassins Murong Feiyan had personally delivered to the jail were in trouble. After dinner, their limbs had begun convulsing, and they looked close to death. Since Hu Xiaotian had captured these prisoners, the jail immediately sent someone to notify him.
By the time Hu Xiaotian and Murong Feiyan arrived, Liu Kuohai from Spring Return Hall had been summoned to save them. Though he had taken some measures, they seemed to have little effect. One man was already dead, while the other