Long Xinghe felt like laughing.
The word "exploitation" was even used.
Did she not realize who she was complaining about now?
It was A'li, whom he protected with his life!
"It's not entirely A'li's idea. I'm just anxious and want to get everything sorted out before returning to Tengbei."
Long Xinghe didn't want to waste time. After sitting down at the table, she picked up her weapon again and continued with the final finishing touches.
"There isn't much left. Once this weapon is done, and I use up all her remaining raw materials to make the last batch of ammunition, it will basically be over."
"So, you'll be returning to Tengbei then?"
Feng Wuya's voice was somewhat calm.
But within the calmness, there was a hint of coldness.
Long Xinghe glanced at him, knowing he was unhappy, but she still smiled and said, "I can't stay here forever and impose on you."
"I never said you couldn't..."
"Right, I've prepared something for you. Wait a moment, I'll get it for you once I finish designing this mechanism."
It was evident that Long Xinghe was truly focused at the moment.
Feng Wuya had also carefully examined the mechanism. He seemed to understand it, yet also not understand it at all.
Some small wires were intricately tangled together, appearing as a thousand threads, and he had no idea what each fine wire was meant for.
"Did you make all of this, one by one?" Feng Wuya couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.
This was truly not something an ordinary person could craft.
"Using this furnace?" And what was that other thing on the table that seemed to be filled with sand?
"This sand furnace is for mold making... it's for creating models."
"How can sand be used to create models?" It was truly unheard of.
"I'll let you see for yourself another day. Explaining it is too troublesome, but if you see it with your own eyes, then you won't need me to explain."
Long Xinghe smiled, not even lifting her eyelids.
Carefully, she slowly threaded the very small, very fine steel wires together with her fingertips.
Looking at her, she didn't seem like someone with nimble fingers. After all, she was more like a great general leading troops into battle.
Yet, when it came to these delicate tasks, she was more agile than anyone else.
These hands...
It was only then, for the first time, that Feng Wuya truly observed Long Xinghe's hands.
Her hands were not particularly beautiful. They were neither delicate nor tender, but her fingers were undoubtedly the most perfect he had ever seen among people.
Perhaps it wasn't that her fingers were beautiful in shape, but rather, the proportions, the movements, the dexterity... You couldn't pinpoint what was so good about her ten fingers, but they completely resonated with your aesthetic.
They were so beautiful that one couldn't look away.
"Are you not afraid I'll get distracted if you stare at me like that?" Long Xinghe still just smiled faintly, still not looking up.
Feng Wuya's gaze couldn't help but fall on her lips.
Although her face was disfigured and still a terrible sight, and recently, the scars seemed to be getting darker and larger, becoming even more unsightly.
But at this moment, the smile at the corner of her lips, casual and indifferent, instantly stole all his breath.
How could a girl who wasn't considered beautiful, and was even disfigured, possess such a soul-stirring smile?
It was simple, natural, peaceful, and carried a hint of languor...
Feng Wuya's palm suddenly landed on his chest, covering it tightly.
His brow furrowed instantly.
His heart suddenly felt heavy...