The more Xu Su thought about it, the angrier he got.
But no matter how he cried to the heavens about his innocence, he could hardly clear his name.
Because everyone's eyes and every camera had been trained on the two of them at the time.
Meanwhile, that palm-sized Mexican Red-Lacquer Tarantula had been on a wild tree a meter behind Huo Yuchen.
In other words, apart from Xu Su himself, probably only God had seen it.
One viewer commented:
[You could find some evidence. We're not unreasonable people.]
Heaven and earth could bear witness, and so could the sun and moon: it wasn't as though Xu Su hadn't looked.
The moment he realized something was wrong, he had already searched that tree inside and out eight hundred times.
Unfortunately, heaven refused to grant his wish. Forget the spider-he hadn't even found a web.
He figured his scream had been so loud that it had scared his "spider witness" away.
In short, even jumping into a northeastern bathhouse wouldn't wash this stain off his name now.
"Sigh..."
Xu Su let out a long sigh, lamenting a hero's ill-fated destiny.
Behind him, Huo Yuchen had been watching him silently, his expression undergoing an extraordinarily complex range of changes-
At first, resignation with a hint of anger: I haven't even started worrying, and you're already at it!
Then, tolerance with a hint of secret delight: Oh, fine. I'm the one who touched you, after all.
Finally, indulgence with a hint of pleasure: How much should I give as a betrothal gift? How can we make the wedding lively?
-The twists and turns of the process, and the vivid intensity of the emotions, were truly unparalleled.
A little later, after working through his arduous and magnificent calculations, Huo Yuchen stepped forward and said