Legend of Fu Yao - Chapter 69

Chapter 69




Meng Fuyao placed her hands on her chest . After struggling for a long time, she finally spoke .

"You . . . why do you like me?"

Yuan Zhaoxu fell into silence, and after a long while he grabbed hold of a falling leaf and said, "I met a girl, who is just like a part of me . I had planned to get close to her to understand myself better, but in the process, I've lost sight of my initial goal . Throughout my whole life, I've never felt what it was like to treasure and fight for something . Because of her, things changed . It's to the point where I've completely forgotten about the shadow and simply want to continue seeing her . "

It was Yuan Zhaoxu's first time unfolding his deepest thoughts, as the misty moonlight shone down onto the lotus flower on his wrist .

"I hope . . . she can be like this flower, weaved into my flesh, and stay by my side forever and beyond, until the end of time . "

Meng Fuyao stood, shocked, amid the hot water, her features rigid . A long time later, she plopped onto her bum and started wailing .

"Can you not be so stirring, Yuan Zhaoxu?"

"Yuan Zhaoxu, I'm not as selfish as you think . In fact, I'm too selfless!"

Waves of emotions surged within her chest like the hot water around her . It was as if her organs were exploding amid the tension within her blood and flesh . Her consciousness seemed to have erupted at the same time, transforming into the millions of stars that twinkled in the vast dome of heaven .

Earth-shattering pain surged as if her mind and thoughts were being grounded by black bands of a jagged sawtooth . She clenched her teeth, swallowing the pain and emerging wound . Yet, the sensations had aroused indignation and anger from deep within her .

She bawled, unrestrained, clapping on the water with all the might and creating giant waves that splashed back at herself .

Her voice was like a steel knife, screechy and cutting through the silence in the mountain .



"I'm not afraid of the torture of loving someone and the anxiety of being loved . I'm afraid of the fleeting moments and forever goodbye . "

"My time here is borrowed, do you understand? What if I were to disappear one day, Yuan Zhaoxu? Are you going to scold me for giving up without reason and treating your heart as worthless?"


"Love shouldn't be a part of this equation . I push you away so as not to hurt you . Why don't you understand . . . " Meng Fuyao spoke unclearly between sobs . Suddenly she sprung up and out of the water and grabbed Yuan Zhaoxu by his collar .

Shocked by her sudden outburst and taken aback, he was pulled into the water, instantly becoming soaked . Ignoring it all, Meng Fuyao continued dragging him in, while crying out loud .

"Get lost! Get lost now! Get the f*ck away! I no longer fear you . My teeth were hurting earlier, so I wasn't able to speak . Let me make things clear now . I don't want you . I don't want you, so do as you've mentioned and disappear before my eyes . . . "

"I changed my mind . "

Yuan Zhaoxu stated calmly and almost warmly, the coldness in his voice no longer present .

He stood up and grabbed Meng Fuyao's flailing arms tightly, and she was temporarily unable to move . They faced each other, completely wet, as Yuan Zhaoxu looked into her eyes . "It's too late . Doesn't count . "

"F*ck, and what you say counts . . . Huu . . . "

A pair of cold but soft lips pressed gently onto her own . And she lost all rationality .

She stood sluggishly in the water, her hands held stiffly in a strangling position, and watched as Yuan Zhaoxu stepped closer to taste her lips . A brief moment later, his tongue started to swirl within her mouth . Butterflies flitted in her stomach as she tasted the sweetness of his mouth . It was a cooling and comfortable feeling, and she felt as though she was having a sweet dream .



The dreamy scene felt distant yet dense, as though fog was surrounding her . The breaths of the man before her carried a faint fragrance, but she was drowning in it .

She let out a soft sigh before raising her head dizzily, no longer possessing the strength to push this warmth away .

The moon had its face reflected on the ripples as a man and woman, both thoroughly wet, hugged in the springwater, creating a lovely painting of a pair of a twin lotus flower .

A poem was being written with every brush of the wind, its every line warm and moving .

Fragrance filled the air as the jade-colored, intertwined vines hung down from the trees, fluttering right above the waters .

Meng Fuyao, buried in Yuan Zhaoxu's chest, heard him say in a low voice, "We'll seal your troubles with a kiss . "

Seal trouble with a kiss . . .

How beautiful, but, could they really seal this moment of tranquility and preserve it through time and space?

Meng Fuyao only felt a sudden ache somewhere . She shivered . Yuan Zhaoxu had let her go, his eyes producing an even more beautiful reflection on the ripples .

Meng Fuyao's face was slightly flushed as she turned away, her eyes subconsciously sweeping her gaze toward Yuan Zhaoxu's wet body . His robe was half undone, and water beads could be seen rolling down his bare chest, whose muscles were even more eye-catching than the brightest of pearls . The soft moonlight accentuated his collarbones, which extended into his collar, feeding one's desire to explore the glory within .

Meng Fuyao stared blankly, suddenly feeling her nose heating up . She lowered her head and saw that the water surface was red . 'Oh no, oh god, oh no, a nosebleed? How am I to face him . . . '

Before she could process her thoughts, she tasted something sweet, and the next thing she knew, she had spat something out from her mouth .

She raised her head and was greeted by a sudden downpour of cold, blood rain . The moon was dyed a bright red as the rain streamed down their faces . Meng Fuyao could see the shock in Yuan Zhaoxu's eyes, and in it, she could also bizarrely see herself collapsing .

'Oh . . nosebleed . . . not lust . . . ' An irrelevant thought popped in her head before she collapsed .

A light beam leaped within her narrowing vision as the fragrance of food blended in with the warmth of the light .

When Meng Fuyao opened her eyes again, she saw the domed roof of a cave . There was a fire and by it sat Yuan Zhaoxu, almost awkwardly drying his clothes .

'Clothes . . . clothes!'

Meng Fuyao jolted up and looked down at herself . 'Phew . . . ' She had her undergarments on .

She grabbed the blanket, which was Yuan Zhaoxu's outer robe . She caressed it, vaguely recalling the events that had happened and blushing uncontrollably .

Meng Fuyao scanned her surroundings and caught sight of Lord Yuan Bao drawing circles in a corner . He was dry, and Meng Fuyao guessed that he hadn't been in Yuan Zhaoxu's robe when the latter went into the water . Why was he acting so gloomily, then?

Yuan Zhaoxu turned around, his eyelashes and pupil appearing darker under the firelight . He looked at her and spoke after some time, "Zong Yue did not tell me about Emotion Lock . "

Meng Fuyao drew the corner of her mouth back and leaned back a little from the lack of strength . "Now you understand?"

"Wrong . " Yuan Zhaoxu shook his head . "There is a way of undoing any poison . It is the heart that is the hardest to unlock . Stop finding excuses, Fuyao . "

After a short silence, Meng Fuyao responded, "Alright, I'm wrong, but I think I'm rightly wrong . "

Yuan Zhaoxu had actually understood her words . He fixed his eyes on her and reached out to stroke her hair . "You stubborn little thing . . . "

Meng Fuyao waited for him to erupt . 'Hit me . Hit me then . I'm unhappy too . '

Yuan Zhaoxu supported her up, her wet and already tousled hair stuck on her back, before sitting behind her and tidying it carefully with his slender fingers . He let them dry by the fire while saying, "Your hair is wet, and you're unable to protect yourself from the poison at this point . Be careful not to fall ill . "

Meng Fuyao rubbed her hands together, not speaking a word . She took in the man's charming scent as he nimbly sorted out her stray hair strands . His movements tickled her, sending waves of electricity throughout her body . She felt as though she had been brought high up to the clouds, but a bead of tear gradually formed in her eyes .

She would rather be thrown out, scolded or beaten than to experience such irresistible warmth .

Yuan Zhaoxu remained silent throughout the process, appearing to be in deep thought as he started braiding her hair .

Meng Fuyao couldn't help but let out a smile . "Don't tell me you can even braid a girl's hair?"

Not answering, he focused on his task while seemingly recalling something . "Unable to comb her hair the night before, the girl has messy strands draping over her shoulders as she rested her head on the lap of a sir, who tenderly looks down at her . . . "

His low yet graceful voice hovered around her ears as waves of warmth swept over her . She shuddered, just as a strand of hair had accidentally been pulled out, and she hurriedly smiled to conceal it .

"Ouch . "

Yuan Zhaoxu paused for a slight while before releasing her braid . "I think I still can't do it . "

Meng Fuyao reached her hand to touch it, feeling a half-rolled bun . As she burst into laughter and was about to mock him, she heard him say, "You stubborn little thing . . . I'll wait . "