CHAPTER 338: CHAPTER 321: IF THERE IS A NEXT LIFE...

Yun Ran blew the water droplets off her fingers and walked out of the darkness to count the money and valuables left behind by the two people.

"They don’t even have more money than me?"

"But, Silver is so adorable, not a single penny should be left behind!"

Yun Ran put all the valuables into her bag and continued walking along the riverbank, searching for the flowers and herbs she wanted.

Perhaps she could come across some unexpected wealth again!

Suddenly, Yun Ran halted, abruptly looking toward the diagonal thicket behind her, her eyes narrowed slightly, "Who’s there?"

Three silver needles were already quietly pinched between her fingers.

A tall and slender figure slowly emerged from the shadows, "Wanyue, it’s me."

His handsome features seemed to possess a touch of melancholy in the soft moonlight.

Upon seeing him, Yun Ran couldn’t help but frown, "How long have you been here?"

"For a while now."

For a while now? She hadn’t noticed at all?!

In an instant, Yun Ran’s gaze toward him turned a bit unfriendly, "Did you see everything just now?"

Shen Mubai hesitated for a moment but nodded truthfully, then quickly added, "Wanyue, rest assured, I won’t say a word."

Shen Mubai was actually full of questions, or rather, shock in his heart.

He had just seen her forming seals with her hands, her fingertips transforming into mysterious and strange gestures, and the water seemed to be drawn by some force, gathering at her fingertips and then turning into rain, falling on the heads of the Lin Family sisters.

He didn’t know when she had learned such a profound and unfathomable cultivation technique, just like her archery skills, when had they become so masterful?

Was it really taught by Nangong Mo?

Yun Ran gave him a sidelong glance, her tone icy, "Only dead people won’t talk."

Shen Mubai was noticeably startled, a complex expression flashed across his eyes, somewhat dim, "If Wanyue does not trust me, I am willing to die."

"However, before I die, there are a few things I want to say to you."

Yun Ran rolled her eyes silently, "Oh? Do you have any last words?"

Shen Mubai took a few steps toward her, took out a sealed brocade bag from his arms, and handed it to her.

Yun Ran didn’t take it, "What is this?"

"You once said you wanted to open a teahouse, with flowers winding around it, a garden full of peaches and plums, offering various pastries, with thousands of books, allowing one to drink tea, read, and enjoy the scenery all at once."

"I’ve been preparing for a long time, and everything is finally settled. The garden is decorated according to the scene you described before. Inside here are the land deed and the key."

As he spoke, he handed the brocade bag to Yun Ran again, gazing deeply at her, "Wanyue, in this life I have wronged you, I dare not ask for forgiveness. If there is a next life..."

The words that followed, he ultimately did not voice, sighing lowly, closing his eyes, "Wanyue, you may do it."

Yun Ran: "..."

Looking at the person in front of her, full of despair and ready to embrace death, Yun Ran suddenly didn’t know what to say?

To say he was affectionate, he had wronged Lin Wanyue.

To say he was indifferent, he seemed deeply affectionate.

What kind of person is this?

Is it the kind of person who only understands to cherish once they lose it?

Yun Ran suddenly drew out the Soft Sword, the cold blade resting against his heart.

Shen Mubai stood quietly, except for a slight quiver of his lashes, he had no other reaction.

It seemed he truly didn’t want to avoid it, he genuinely wished to die.

Yun Ran gripped the sword hilt, her gaze swept over his face inch by inch.

Handsome, deep emotions, somber, pain, despair.

Yun Ran looked at him, suddenly with a slightly mocking smile, "Shen Mubai, do you think yourself very deeply affectionate, very devoted?"

Shen Mubai’s eyelid twitched slightly, but he did not open his eyes, his low and raspy voice held a trace of pain, "Wanyue, I know you hate me, it’s my fault, unforgivable, only death can comfort your heart."

"To die by your hand, is my wish, my heart is fulfilled."

Yun Ran looked at him and laughed coldly, "But I suddenly think, if I kill you with a single sword, I’m letting you off easy."

"Someone like you should live well, live in regret and pain."

Upon hearing this, Shen Mubai’s body stiffened slightly, his heart flooded with endless bitterness, she actually hated him to this extent!

Just at this moment, a sudden cry sounded in the night:

"Mr. Shen!"

"Miss Lin! Don’t!"