CHAPTER 130: CHAPTER 130: RESOLUTION

Wen Shu’s face blushed furiously as she hid in Wu Xuan’s embrace, no matter how he questioned her, she only responded with a mosquito-like hum.

It wasn’t until she pushed open the door to see the empty bedroom under the glazed lamp light that the heat on her face dissipated somewhat.

Her gaze fell upon the messy bed curtains, recalling Mious’s hurt yet restrained eyes as she left, and the feeling of guilt surged once more in her heart.

"Wu Xuan, let me down."

Her feet touched the floor again, Wen Shu composed her thoughts, and suddenly a wave of wet cold wind brushed her face. She looked up and realized that the balcony door was slightly ajar.

She was puzzled, but before she could think about it, she heard the sound of water from the bathroom, and then Mious opened the door, wrapped in a bathrobe, cold air emanating from him.

He was drying his hair, his indifferent yet handsome features slightly obscured by the misty wet strands.

His gaze glanced at Wu Xuan, then at Wen Shu’s soaked clothes, and he naturally approached, wrapping a towel around her hair, gently massaging it.

"Go take a shower first, there’s important matters to discuss."

His deep voice was incredibly calm, as if none of what just happened had ever occurred.

A gentle pressure came from the top of her head, causing Wen Shu to slightly tilt her face upward. Through the messy strands, she clearly saw his cold and steady eyebrows, feeling a complex warmth swell in her heart.

"Okay."

She responded softly.

Mious lowered his gaze, cautiously meeting her slightly apologetic eyes, his still pained heart receiving temporary solace.

He swallowed the bitterness in his mouth, a soft curve forming on his lips, "Go ahead, we’ll wait for you."

After saying this, his expression remained calm as he watched Wen Shu enter the bathroom. When he turned to Wu Xuan, the smile on his lips immediately straightened into a line.

Meanwhile, Wu Xuan recalled the scene entangled with Wen Shu, and his previously heated gaze turned icy cold.

Their faces clouded over, the chilling aura between them grew stronger, yet neither dared to utter a word of sarcasm; they could only silently clash with sharp looks.

Until the door was pushed, making a "creak" sound, their bodies stiffened momentarily, hastily averting their gazes.

Walking out from the bathroom, Wen Shu had just pushed open the door and felt a chill.

She tightened her clothes, thinking the balcony door was still open, and slowly stepped into the room. Suddenly, a cold aura surged from behind.

Wen Shu glanced back, only to see Nan Feng walking in, covered in dust.

His feather robe was drenched in raindrops, and his light-colored hair was wet, strands adhering to his prominent nose and delicate handsome face.

His pale yellow eyes, beneath lashes covered in misty water droplets, flickered with a hazy glow.

"Ashu..."

Nan Guan tightened the door, taking quick steps toward Wen Shu, gazing at her gentle brows, his eyes filled with longing and reminiscence.

During his coma, he could hear her calling, no one knew how much he missed her smile, how much he yearned for her warmth...

His eyes swelled painfully, he opened his arms wanting to hold her tight, but glimpsed his drenched clothes and hesitated in his steps.

"Ashu," he restrained his clenched palms, gazing intently at her flushed face, speaking gravely, "Yasen City isn’t safe, we should leave soon."

The heavy warning rang out in the silent room.

Wen Shu wasn’t surprised he discovered the danger, but was worried he’d catch a cold.

Handing a towel to Wu Xuan, she then went into the bathroom to fetch one for Nan, softly saying, "Wipe yourself first, then have a hot bath later."

Unlike her calmness, Mious and Wu Xuan appeared serious, somewhat restless.

Mious lowered his brows, asking solemnly, "What do you mean? What did you find out?"

Seeing Wen Shu’s unhurried demeanor, Nan associated it with something, feeling dismayed inwardly.

He roughly wiped himself, hung the towel on his shoulder, held Wen Shu’s hand and squeezed it hard, "It’s Lu Di and Lucius."

Nan furrowed his brows, his usually gentle face now tinged with anger, speaking coldly, "They’re plotting against you, Yasen City is filled with their spies, even at home. That bag of crystal coins was found flipped out from the bedside."

Recalling what he heard, his face became even grimmer, "We need to leave quickly."

Upon hearing Lucius’s name, Wen Shu’s brows slightly furrowed. It was indeed as she thought, he was manipulating things from behind.

This uncle and nephew were closely linked; Lu Di helping him was not at all surprising.

Was Bai Qiao implicated because of her?

But if they wanted her imprisoned, a single charge would suffice; was it necessary to harm Bai Qiao’s offspring?

As she pondered in confusion, her hand was gripped tightly, Nan’s gentle counsel slowly resonated in her ear, "Ashu, they have many people, we must leave quickly."

Leave?

Wen Shu looked into his concerned eyes, then shifted her gaze, noticing Mious and Wu Xuan’s worries, feeling somewhat conflicted.

She wanted to leave too.

But according to Priest Bona, she must undergo the original owner’s fate, commit all evil, and "die" in this world for everything to return to normal.

Now, with Lu Di tarnishing her reputation, there’s no need to purposely do anything else.

However, there’s still one thing she must do, force the heroine to leave the City Lord Mansion...

Wen Shu’s long lashes drooped, a trace of hesitation flashing in her eyes, she softly said, "Let’s wait a few days."

Upon hearing her words, the males were puzzled.

Before they could ask, Wen Shu raised her eyelids, a fake relaxed smile curling her lips, "I have something to tell you."

She pulled Nan onto the bed, then took Mious and Wu Xuan’s hands, pressing them to sit by the bed.

Under the confused gaze of the males, she leaned closer, studying their brows and eyes intently, trying to imprint them deeply in her mind.

When the ending arrives, she will be imprisoned, but as long as she’s prepared, she has confidence to survive.

However, with Lu Di’s involvement, even if she intends to intervene, she cannot fully predict when it will occur.

If she’s fortunate enough, perhaps she can seek help from the males, yet it’s possible that when crisis strikes, she’ll have to face it alone.

By then, there mightn’t be time to explain to them...

"If, and I’m saying if."

Wen Shu slowly crouched down, smiling slightly at the three handsome males before her, "If one day, I disappear..."

Her smile was gentle, as if discussing today’s weather, yet Mious was instantly flustered.

His pupils constricted, his calm face suddenly fraught with panic, gripping her shoulders tightly, his deep voice trembling, "Where are you going? Are you planning to leave like before?"

Having long been aware of Wen Shu’s intention to leave, Nan and Wu Xuan were quite calm, but equally filled with incomprehension.

Wu Xuan stared intently at her, softly inquiring, "Leaving Alentia?"

Wen Shu nodded, exchanging a glance with Mious, gently reassured, "I don’t know when I’ll leave, but I’ll be waiting for you in the dense forest in the south..."

She pressed against Mious’s cold hand, deliberating her words seriously, "If you are willing to come with me, I’ll wait for three days."

After spending many days together, she understood Wu Xuan’s intentions clearly.

Yet perhaps due to past experiences, she always held reservations toward Mious and Nan.

Mious has the position of City Lord to inherit; Nan had just regained his appearance and abilities, still not understanding the feeling of interacting with other females...

Fearing they’d struggle, Wen Shu raised her eyebrows with a smile, "However, everyone has their own pursuits, just like me; I enjoy a free and peaceful life, hence want to leave here."

"Even if you don’t come, I will be happy for your choices."

The words fell, yet no one responded to her.

Three pairs of deep eyes stared directly at her.

The originally heavy atmosphere suddenly turned somewhat scorching.

Wen Shu felt something amiss, awkwardly laughed, "What I mean is..."

But before she could finish, her vision suddenly darkened, her face pressed against a male’s hard chest, the three tall figures surrounding her, blocking out all the light overhead.

She tilted her face to meet Nan’s dim gaze, overhead was Mious’s deep and resolute reply, "Wen Shu, don’t think about leaving us."