Chapter 1613

"Alright… Tingting."

Shangguan Ting suddenly froze.

"Call me that again."

"Tingting."

"Your voice is really nice. I like the way you call me that."

Zhao Chi felt something was off.

Shangguan Ting's expression was very unusual.

"Captain Shangguan, does my appearance really look that good? After all, that was 10,000 super-enhanced medicines, plus a very rare item, just to meet me once."

"Heh."

Shangguan Ting laughed once.

"Just looking like that won't attract me. I'm not a woman who judges by looks."

Isn't that bullshit?

Zhao Chi didn't believe it at all.

Shangguan Ting said: "In your current state, you could only enchant a young girl like Wei Li. A woman like me, an old woman, has long had her insides battered beyond recognition."

Even though he didn't believe it, Zhao Chi still asked: "Then why…?"

Shangguan Ting gave a bleak smile: "Because you remind me of someone. Someone I can never see again."

Zhao Chi asked in surprise: "Was that person very handsome?"

"Handsome?" Shangguan Ting scoffed: "A face full of pockmarks, fat and short — handsome, my ass!"

"Huh?" Zhao Chi felt his brain wasn't enough to keep up.

Zhao Chi's original appearance, though not exactly very handsome, was definitely not what she described.

"Shangguan… Tingting, I'm not like that, am I? Why would looking at me remind you of that person?"

Shangguan Ting laughed: "Not the appearance, the feeling. Do you understand? The feeling!"

"The feeling?"

"Mm, the feeling. You must have used some method to boost your looks attribute, right? Although your appearance doesn't change, the feeling you give off is very different. Do you understand what it means to make someone's heart flutter?"

"Oh…"

"This feeling of heart-fluttering… it's been so long."

Zhao Chi seemed to understand a little.

In this world, there are no photos, no videos.

Zhao Chi also didn't know why.

Logically speaking, in this world of spiritual power, recreating a person's appearance would be easy.

But the fact is, there really aren't any.

After enough time, people really do forget.

If there were some method to recall a person from the past, even just that feeling, plenty of people would be willing to pay for it.

Zhao Chi said understandingly: "I think I roughly get it, but… these words may not be appropriate for me to say, but… the dead are gone, and the living can only be strong and look forward. Still, everyone's destination is the same — one day we'll meet again."

Shangguan Ting smiled: "That's not the reason."

"It's not?"

Now Zhao Chi was surprised again.

"It's me who wronged him." Shangguan Ting's expression was desolate.

Understood.

A debt of love.

And the other party was already dead.

So she couldn't let it go?

Now Zhao Chi didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, Shangguan Ting didn't need him to say anything.

Shangguan Ting seemed to fall into her memories, talking and talking and talking nonstop, as if speaking for Zhao Chi to hear, but even more as if speaking for herself.

She grabbed her hair with both hands, the rims of her eyes growing redder and redder.

Later on, tears came pouring out.

Zhao Chi didn't try to comfort her. Although she was somewhat breaking down in this state, it was far more normal than before.

Shangguan Ting suddenly grabbed Zhao Chi's hand: "Can you forgive me? What happened before was my fault. If I had listened to your advice… I'm sorry… wuwuwu…"

Her grip was very strong.

Although he'd heard Shangguan Ting was a combat-type lord, and moreover the kind of frontline fierce general who fought in person, her hands were no different from an ordinary woman's.

Slender, fair.

But now she was gripping hard, veins and tendons bulging.

Plus she kept her nails a little long, so she gripped Zhao Chi's wrist until it really hurt.

But Zhao Chi endured it.

This kind of pain was nothing to Zhao Chi at all.

Because every night he'd also get scratched up by those few tossing-and-turning women.

Sometimes his arms, sometimes his back.

This time Shangguan Ting wasn't venting — she was truly begging for forgiveness.

"Can you forgive me? Please, please forgive me, okay?"

Zhao Chi caught a whiff of alcohol.

He checked the time — thirteen minutes had already passed.

Forget it.

He'd play out the act with her.

"Tingting, I forgave you long ago."

Zhao Chi was mortified inside, but he still said it anyway.

Mortifying as it was, he'd endure it for the sake of the Fuxi Qin shard.

"Wuwuwu—"

Shangguan Ting flipped the table over in one go; the table slammed sideways into the wall, and the teacups and pastries on it were scattered everywhere in a mess.

And Shangguan Ting lunged straight at him.

Holy shit!

Zhao Chi was genuinely shocked.

But the two of them were very close, and Zhao Chi had no time to dodge at all — Shangguan Ting tackled Zhao Chi against the wall, his body slamming heavily into it.

Bang!

The decorative painting on the wall fell down.

Zhao Chi instinctively tried to pull her off, but Shangguan Ting didn't do anything else — she just wrapped both arms around Zhao Chi and held him in a tight embrace.

Clinging to his chest, she burst into loud sobbing.

What the hell…

If Shangguan Ting had simply come over for a proper hug, given her looks, even if Zhao Chi didn't like her, he would have felt pretty good about it.

But right now snot and tears were flowing together.

She didn't look like a squadron leader at all.

Now he could truly appreciate how strong she was — definitely an 8, Zhao Chi felt like he couldn't breathe.

The door opened a crack, gently.

A server cautiously peeked in.

He saw a floor in total disarray and heard a woman wailing loudly.

"Ma'am… do you need any help?" The server looked at Shangguan Ting on Zhao Chi.

Which one of them actually needed help more?

Zhao Chi said helplessly, "We had a fight, it'll be fine in a bit. I'll pay for all of this."

"Oh."

The server closed the door.