As he looked at the pale face of the man in his arms, his own face turned even paler.
"He's never been one to let his feelings rule him. How could he... unless he remembered the promise he made me back then. But that talk of marrying me was only a passing joke. I thought I was the only one who took it seriously..."
He raised a trembling hand and gently stroked the handsome face of the man in his arms.
"You recovered your memories long ago, didn't you? You remembered everything that happened back then? You liar!"
Mo Yan toyed with the bamboo flute and sighed deeply. "He was the one who provoked you first, and you've clung to life for his sake ever since. This obsessive, ill-fated bond-it was all destined!"
"Screw destiny! I don't believe in it!"
"What difference does that make? At this point, even if you want out, you'll have to see whether he's willing to let you go." Mo Yan twirled the bamboo flute and pointed it at the streak of red on his ring finger.
It was a faint glow, shaped like a ring, encircling the base of his ring finger.
Dark red, it flickered in and out of sight.
"This is an object of the Demon Clan. The two people bound by its red cord can sense each other's location at any time. It's an excellent tool for finding and tracking someone."
"So what?" Yan Yunhe reached for Wen Changgeng's ring finger.
That man had been the first to lose beneath him, but he refused to accept it and was determined to turn the tables.
He had seized Yan Yunhe's brocade pouch, discovered this object inside, and used it on him.
That was how both his and Wen Changgeng's ring fingers had