Long Xinghe suddenly felt a surge of nervousness and unease.
She had never known that she could feel so insecure.
It was because he was simply too perfect.
Facing such a perfect Feng Wuya, her past self would have felt utterly soiled, unworthy of standing before him.
Now, in this state, she didn't even have the qualification to carry his shoes.
Her unease tightened her fingertips.
Her entire body stiffened.
"Granny, are you not feeling well?" Feng Wuya asked again.
Perhaps it was because his companion was an elderly woman, but his usual cold and distant demeanor towards young ladies was entirely absent in front of Granny Jiang.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" he asked.
Long Xinghe desperately wanted to say yes, but she simply couldn't bear to see Feng Wuya suffer any distress.
In the end, she reached out and picked up a pastry.
"Granny, you really resemble a friend of mine."
Feng Wuya's words made Long Xinghe's hand tremble, nearly dropping the pastry to the ground.
But she remained composed, as if she hadn't understood his words at all. Holding the pastry, she turned her face away and slowly began to eat.
Feng Wuya was unsure of her situation, but since she remained silent, was she mute?
"You really do."
Now that she had turned her face away, he could only see her profile.
However, with hair as white as this, it wasn't a pretense. She was certainly not Miss Long.
Perhaps she was deaf, or mute, unable to hear or speak. Perhaps, that was for the best.
Could he now speak before her without any restraint?
"Granny, I feel terrible."
Long Xinghe still showed no reaction, like a truly deaf and mute elder.
Feng Wuya withdrew his gaze, looking at his long fingers on the table.
"I'm so scared, she's gone. I'm afraid they're all lying to me. Granny, do you understand how I feel? The last time I saw her, she was trapped among dozens of assassins, with no possibility of escape."
"I know she wouldn't abandon me, unless, something truly happened to her."
Feng Wuya raised his hand and propped his forehead.
His heart ached inexplicably.
So, it could truly hurt this much!
"They are lying to me. She must be gone. I know it in my heart."
Everyone was deceiving him, yet he had to play along in front of them, making them believe he accepted their words.
But he was truly despairing.
Long Xinghe is dead, isn't she? She must have been killed by assassins.
If she were still alive, how could Jiang Tao abandon her master and stay here to protect him?
Miss Long, she is truly gone...
Feng Wuya's voice gradually became hoarse.
His eyes felt a sting of soreness.
"Granny, can you understand that feeling? Waking up one day, and someone has simply vanished from your world."
"When she was here, you didn't treat her well, you were always cold and never even gave her a pleasant look. But one day, she just disappeared."
"You don't even know where her tombstone is, you don't even have a place to mourn her. They even say she just left."
"But in my world, this person is no more..."
Two tears slid from the corners of Long Xinghe's eyes.
She could hardly believe that she, too, could cry.
In her two lifetimes, she had only cried once, the day she personally caused Chu Qianli's death.
Blind loyalty had led her to eliminate her best friend, but she had sworn never to cry again.
Yet, this man, with just a few words, made her tears flow uncontrollably.
Wuya, I am here. I am not dead. I have not vanished.
But I can no longer reveal myself to you...