Chapter 422: Mr. Fu Cries, Little Star Feels Sorry

ow about this"Big, glistening eyes stared earnestly at the man, pupils pure and unadulterated.But the gleam in his eyes was strangely captivating.At such close proximity, their breaths mingled. A turb...Mu Xing was walking towards the auction hall, when a sudden rush of footsteps came from behind him.

She turned back cautiously, a tall figure suddenly pressed against her.

A surge of strength slammed into her, sending her sprawling backward. In that instant, a powerful arm encircled her waist, pulling her close against a solid chest.

Her breath was stolen even before she could see, enveloped by a wave of quickened breaths laced with the faint scent of agarwood.

"Hmm..."

Her icy-cold lips pressed against his, and Mu Xing was stunned to see those profound eyes so close.

How could it be him!

Blind as a bat and still acting like a hooligan, you're looking for death!

Mu Xing's eyes turned cold, she grabbed the man's arm, ready to make him listen to a symphony of bone fractures. Crystal tears suddenly rolled down from her hollow eyes.

Tears fell on her face, hot and scalding. Mu Xing's heart skipped a beat.

"..."

She hasn't even started yet! He cried too soon, didn't he

Her icy-cold lips rubbed against her neck, Fu Lingxiao buried his sharp face in the crook of her neck, his arms tightly locking her in his embrace.

His heart pounded in his chest, a thrilling mix of trepidation and desire. He greedily closed his eyes, savoring the softness of her body and the familiar scent that clung to her skin.

Baby, I miss you so much...

A low and husky voice echoed in my ear, imbued with endless fondness.

Mu Xing suddenly froze, her heart rippling with the familiar endearment "baby." The grip on the man's arm unconsciously tightened.

This year, countless lingering and poignant dreams.

He called to her, whispering promises that lured her into his seductive embrace, a sweet agony from which she couldn't escape...

Two voices overlapped and echoed in her ears, Mu Xing suddenly couldn't distinguish between reality and a dream.

"You haven't appeared for 193 hours, I can't hold on much longer, baby. This time, stay with me a little longer please, don't disappear so quickly, I beg you..."

The man pleaded with utmost care, his voice thick with unbearable pain.

The scalding tears soaked the fabric at her neck, the wet sensation pulling Mu Xing back to reality. She glanced sideways at the man buried deep in her neck.

He was so tall, yet at this moment he seemed so fragile.

He was so vulnerable that she almost felt bad for hitting him.

Mu Xing held back the urge to break his hand, coldly warning, "If you don't want to get beaten up, let me go immediately!"

The man held her tighter, as if trying to melt her into his body. "Baby, don't do this to me. I know you're blaming me for not coming to see you. I will come, baby, just wait for me. I'll come to you after I finish what I have to do."

Mu Xing:“…”

This person is not only blind but also has a problem with their brain!

She had no patience to deal with a lunatic. She raised her hand to knock him unconscious, but her wrist was suddenly seized.

The man slowly lifted his head from the nape of her neck, his hollow eyes filled with tears. "Leaving again..."

Mu Xing frowned, hadn't opened her mouth yet, the hand that was gripping her wrist trembled and slowly loosened.

The man's pale face was twisted in pain, struggling with his emotions. "Come on, darling," he said, his voice strained. "Just next time, don't make me wait so long, I can't take it."

Looking at him like this, Mu Xing's heart ached.

Though he should have beaten him to death, how come he started feeling pity instead

That's really odd!

She let out a speechless sigh, remembering that she needed to help him with his eyes. "I have something to attend to now," she said, "I'll be back here in three hours."

Fu Lingxiao's tear-filled eyes suddenly flickered with surprise, "Okay, I'll be waiting for you here."

Mu Xing'en let out a soft voice, seeing that the man's thin lips were stained with lipstick, her cheeks flushed slightly. She took out a tissue and helped him wipe it clean, then quickly walked towards the auction hall.

As soon as she left, Shen Yi walked over, "Lao Fu, go back."

Fu Lingxiao stood motionless, his thin lips pursed, his hollow eyes following the familiar scent as it drifted away.

Xing'er said she would come here to find him, and he was going to wait for her.

Even if it's just an illusion...

-

Three hours later.

The auction ended, Mu Xing carried a rosewood painting box out of the auction hall, and her phone in her bag rang.

She took it out and glanced at it, then answered, "Brother."

"Is the auction over" Jiang Yan asked.

"Mm."

"I've arrived, at the hotel entrance."

"Then you'll have to wait a moment, I need to find someone first."

Mù Xīng hung up the phone and walked back to the agreed-upon location, but the tall figure was gone.

Okay, what a mentally ill person says can't be trusted.

She lightly curled her lip, then turned and left.

-

Late at night, in an 87th-floor suite.

A man with a pale face twitched his eyelashes and slowly opened his eyes.

Shen Yi, who had been guarding by the bed, let out a long sigh of relief when he saw him wake up, "You're finally awake, I almost scared my brother to death!"

At that time, he found Lao Fu and wanted to take him away, but this guy refused to leave no matter what. He just stood there for a full two and a half hours before finally passing out from exhaustion.

He was so scared that he couldn't even speak. Only when Yun Tuo came did they realize how bad this person had become - he hadn't eaten, drunk, or slept for three days and his body was already failing him. He still dared to act like this!

This is unbearable!

Fu Lingxiao ignored Shen Yi, yanking the intravenous needle off his back. He propped himself up despite his weakness.

Shen Yi immediately pressed him down, "Where are you going again"

Fu Lingxiao pursed his lips and remained silent, gently pushing away Shen Yi's hand.

"Aren't you going to go find Mu Xing again"

Shen Yi increased his strength, pressing Lao Fu down on the bed forcefully. "Lao Fu, listen to me carefully! Mu Xing is dead, she died three years ago! What you saw was just an illusion! She will never come back!"

Seemingly unable to accept this reality, the frail man suddenly pushed him away, his chest heaving violently. His hollow eyes gradually turned crimson, pain etched all over his face.

“Lao Fu…”

Shen Yi's throat tightened. "Three years have passed, please don't torture yourself anymore. Mu Xing definitely wouldn't want to see you like this."

A suffocating atmosphere hung in the air.

Fu Lingxiao’s heaving chest suddenly subsided, and he said with an unnerving calmness, “I know Mu Xing is gone, but I still need something to hold onto.”

Shen Yi's heart sank. Watching Fu Lingxiao stagger away, she couldn't find a reason to stop him, so she could only silently follow.

Fu Lingxiao fumbled his way back to the 23rd floor, the location he had agreed upon with Mu Xing. The floor was eerily quiet and empty, the corridor's ceiling lights casting long, lonely shadows on the ground.

The long night was cold, lonely and unbearable.

But Fu Lingxiao was used to it. He had been living like this for the past three years, every minute and every second.

The sky gradually brightened.

Footfalls accompanied by the sound of voices gradually came closer, but that familiar feeling never returned.

Fu Lingxiao lowered his eyes, hiding the pain and loss deep within them. "Let's go,"

Fuye's maxed-out little sweetheart who is super fierce in a fight. so I bought some and stored them in the storeroom. However, could your hand still hold a brush"Wu Guanjia looked at Mu Xing's right hand wrapped in bandages with worry.Mùxīng extended her left hand a...