Chapter 27
Su Yang gazed at the stars from the roof of his house, his expression emitting melancholy .
He was recalling the many occasions he had spent in his previous life watching the stars flicker in the night sky . However, during those times, he wasn't alone but had the company of his loved ones .
How are they doing? Are they still alive? These kinds of questions would appear in his mind every time the stars would reveal themselves .
"Since when did the starry sky become so . . . vast…?" Su Yang sighed as he closed his eyes, slowly falling asleep with the gentle night breeze caressing his long, black hair .
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When midnight arrived, the door beside Su Yang's room opened, and two figures walked out .
"Hu'er, you have been doing it rougher than usual lately, are you okay?" Meng Jia asked Tang Hu, who looked like he had something on his mind, in a worried tone .
Tang Hu smiled bitterly and said: "Don't worry about it, it's nothing much; I have just been feeling a bit ill as of lately…"
"You are sick? Are you okay? Did you go to the Medicine Hall for help yet?"
"I have… It's nothing — really . " Tang Hu confirmed with a confident smile, yet he was feeling bitterness inside his heart for lying to her face . However, he wasn't willing to reveal his fear of losing her to Su Yang, no matter what .
"Then it's all good . " Meng Jia sighed in relief, and she moved her lips closer to Tang Hu's ears: "I actually quite like it rough, you know? It feels like I am cultivating with someone else; it's a new experience . "
Meng Jia chuckled sheepishly, causing the bitterness in Tang Hu's heart to deepen, turning into a sharp pain .
Meng Jia gently kissed Tang Hu on the lips before disappearing under the night sky .
Tang Hu stood there looking dazed . After a long while, he turned to look at Su Yang's room with many complex emotions flashing through his eyes .
He sighed deeply a short moment later, feeling even worse than before . Never in his life would he have expected to feel such jealousy and fear towards Su Yang, someone he considered to be nothing more than a beautiful object in a walking display .
When Tang Hu first met Su Yang one year ago, he was jealous of his superior looks . However, when he learned of Su Yang's mental condition, Tang Hu was nearly overwhelmed with great joy — happy that Su Yang wasn't a threat to him or anybody else within the sect, and that he was just a beautiful sword with no real sharpness to become a threat to anyone .
"This is Heaven's punishment to me for laughing at another's misfortune?" he sighed again .
It was at this moment the door to Su Yang's room opened, and a beautiful lady in green robes walked out in a limping manner, her robes wrinkled and loose, looking like she had been recently assaulted .
The instant Tang Hu noticed her green robes, as though there was an earthquake, his heart trembled .
"An Inner Court disciple?!?!?!" he cried inside his heart, feeling an urge to cry out loud . "Su Yang, that bastard actually managed to touch an Inner Court disciple, too?!"
"Wait… she's crying?" Tang Hu noticed the tears in corner of Li Xiao Mo's eyes .
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