Chapter 134

Wang Tingwan knows that they have changed, due to external changes— isn't that quite normal?

Wang Tingwan has confirmed their own idea, and at the same time also knows themselves; their heart is already somewhat dirty.

"Looks good?" Wang Tingwan asked the palace maids; as the maids nodded one by one and said in unison that it looked good, she fell silent again, she was thinking, as a beautiful way to end, that would also be not bad.

The palace maids have never seen any girl able to wear this dress so beautifully; that is like a celestial maiden descending to the mortal realm, a beauty that ought not be allowed by humanity.

The palace maids, seeing Wang Tingwan dressed in that blue-and-white striped dress, couldn't help but stare, entranced.

They feel that, after putting it on, they are likewise such a beautiful fairy, one who has mistakenly entered the mortal world, broken heavenly rules, and only wishes to be a girl among mortals.

"Sigh!" Wang Tingwan sighed, lifting the dress's skirt; she felt the skirt was overly long.

Creak—, as the sound of pushing the door rang out, Wang Tingwan pushed the door open.

This warm winter afternoon really is a good time to rest! She thought so, but still couldn't do that.

She lifted her head, eyes looking at the afternoon sky; under the winter sun's warmth, even though her whole body became warm, she still could not ward off the chill buried deep in her heart.

As for oneself, is it understood or not?

This is her problem, and also the problem of everyone at that age.

Only see Wang Tingwan's eyes flickering, as if considering something important, then finally nodding solemnly, finally determining what they must do.

The maids heard her say this: "If this is the feeling of hatred, then let me also experience the pain of bearing hatred."

"Interesting." Jin Meng looked at the scene before him; the maids stood properly behind, and in front a girl was very beautiful, her melancholic temperament matched with the similar hue of light blue, quite moving.

At the corner of the palace eaves, Jin Meng furtively crouched there, looking at everything before him.

"My lord, are you still not mature? In my view, you are not even as good as my child." Jin Meng sighed, talking to himself.

Chen Hao was in a small tavern, holding a wooden cup, drinking cheap liquor; after a cup went down, they always felt their stomach as if burned by fierce fire, a scorching pain.

He had been staying here until evening; these past days, he had been feeling miserable, and upon seeing the amnesiac Feng Yan in the distance, his mind kept calculating how to let him regain his memory.

At the very least, let him know what kind of person he is.

"Sigh!" Chen Hao sighed, preparing to have another drink when he heard a voice from behind.

"My lord!"

Chen Hao turned back, looked at Jin Meng; he knew Jin Meng was bringing back information.

"Back."

"Mm."

"Something very interesting has happened."

"Interesting matter? What do you mean?" Hearing Jin Meng's words, Chen Hao instantly became energized, eyes flashing a bright light, awaiting Jin Meng's continuation.

"Today, Lord Feng Yan has stolen the spotlight, even having the king accompany him at his side, yet he cannot be angry, looking like a mere attendant." Jin Meng said to Chen Hao, while secretly observing Chen Hao's reaction.

As a result, Chen Hao's expression didn't change; after a while, he instead showed a look of disdain, then leisurely said: 'Earlier, the king of the Lilliputian Kingdom hoped we would take charge of their country, but Feng Yan refused.'

Jin Meng showed a look of great astonishment, puzzled, and asked Chen Hao: 'Then why would they refuse? You two, supreme power and wealth— isn't that great?'

Chen Hao calmly replied to Jin Meng, saying, "That's because power and wealth are both illusory."

Jin Meng nodded; at this moment he understood that Chen Hao's and Feng Yan's feelings were beyond his comprehension.

The nation's benefit, the amount of wealth, determines status, and in this country, possessing wealth plus power makes one a king.

Therefore, Jin Meng was puzzled why the person in front of him and Feng Yan had once wagered a fortune to bring himself here, what the significance was.

Chen Hao smiled, glanced at Jin Meng, then took another sip of wine and said, "You, what interesting news have you brought?"

"Alright, tell me the rest of it; it can't be that there's only that one thing—that this afternoon the girl changed into a light‑blue dress."

"That girl?" Chen Hao asked.

"Wang Tingwan." After Jin Meng uttered the name, Chen Hao fell into contemplation.

"Ah, her, I've seen her before." Chen Hao whispered to himself, feeling that it was different from this afternoon when Feng Yan encountered her.

If she meets him again, Feng Yan would probably not know who he is, would he? Could he still feel that heart‑wrenching pain?

In the afternoon, Wang Tingwan stood outside the gate, waiting for someone important to arrive; the palace maids stood behind, watching Wang Tingwan's clothing and posture, all showing envious looks.

At the same time, they wondered about one thing: who is this person waiting for?

As the sun slowly set over the hillside, a vague figure appeared before the maids; they realized one thing: her dress was meant to be shown to him.

As the figure drew nearer, the blur became clear, and the maids, looking at the person before them, recognized that it was another adventurer—Yang Xin.

Yang Xin saw Wang Tingwan waiting for him, his face beaming with joy; he hurried forward, stopped before her, and asked, "You've been waiting here a long time, haven't you?"

Yang Xin thought Wang Tingwan had come to terms, finally ending their cold war; you see, she still likes me, didn't she put on these splendid garments for me?

Yang Xin admired Wang Tingwan in her light‑blue long dress and couldn't help but compliment, "This dress suits you very well."

Wang Tingwan couldn't stand such a gaze, but she forced herself to keep her emotions in check, maintaining a calm tone as she said to Chen Hao, "Yang Xin, there's something I've wanted to ask you for a long time; now is the time for you to answer me."

"What matter!" Yang Xin was very puzzled, but he had a bad premonition that this issue might cause a rift between them.

"Your matter with Feng Yan."

As soon as the words fell, Yang Xin felt a thud in his heart, realizing something was wrong, but he couldn't say it; he could only look into Wang Tingwan's eyes and say affectionately, "There's nothing at all; if there is, the current goal is how to get out."

"Is it like this again? Using all sorts of excuses again? I really don't understand; look at his gaze, why is it so hateful, even though he can no longer recognize you!" Wang Tingwan lost her reason, shouting at Yang Xin.

Yang Xin was startled by Wang Tingwan's almost uncontrollable emotion; after a brief daze, he began to collect his thoughts, and finally, slowly explained to her, "Between us, many—many things have happened that you cannot understand."

Yang Xin hoped that this single sentence would brush it aside, that would be it. And this indecisive girl would eventually push the matter out of her mind, I suppose.

Yang Xin expected Wang Tingwan, like last time, to keep the worst of their relationship, silent, yet he still possessed an identity—a status that Feng Yan had never had.

But Yang Xin's calculations fell flat.

"Between us…" Wang Tingwan began, her gaze very firm, as if she had made a momentous decision; accompanied by Yang Xin's astonished look, she slowly spoke the following words.

"It should be over!"

"It should—be—over!" Yang Xin was stunned by that sentence; when he finally recovered, Wang Tingwan was with her back to him, and Yang Xin was completely panicked.

"No! This shouldn't be like this, it's not like this, I like you, I love you! You can't, you must not treat me this way!" Yang Xin, after understanding Wang Tingwan's meaning, shouted loudly, his voice trembling; she wanted to look back, but ultimately walked away without turning her head.

"Goodbye!"

Throwing down such a simple sentence, Yang Xin's heart felt ice-cold; he began to experience Feng Yan's pain at that time.

Watching Wang Tingwan's gradually receding back, Yang Xin experienced Feng Yan's pain at that time, and his hatred for him deepened further.

"In-game kills shouldn't count in reality, right? But if they do, wouldn't that be better?" Yang Xin said through gritted teeth, fiercely. He knew Wang Tingwan was truly angry this time, and he had no redeeming excuse left; everything between them was over.

"How, he still hopes that a character's death in the game would also mean death in reality?" Chen Hao laughed, preparing to finish his drink again, but suddenly choked.

Cough—cough…

After a violent bout of coughing, Chen Hao finally realized something very important—namely, no one knows the cost of the game ending!

"Sir, what's wrong?" Jin Meng saw Chen Hao's face flushed from choking on alcohol, preparing to step forward to help, but Chen Hao had already come to his senses.

Chen Hao waved his hand, indicating he was fine, then said to Jin Meng: "I know the gods of this world are testing us!"

"What?" Jin Meng widened his eyes, completely disbelieving what Chen Hao said.

"Whether big or small, power and wealth too—these are all experiences in life. We go through all of this, then slowly comprehend, and finally submit an answer—isn't that how it is?" Chen Hao retorted, knowing the person before him couldn't answer, yet he still said it.

"I don't understand this." Jin Meng shook his head, indicating he didn't know what those words meant; he now only wants Feng Yan to recover.

"The way to restore Feng Yan this time requires one person."