A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

If it's a coincidence, then it's far too coincidental.

There's no need to do it on purpose. If he didn't want to save Duan Fufeng, he could have just stopped mentioning the matter of Mount Dongfeng.

Although Wutong hasn't said a word to Wenxin these past few days, she's been troubled by this question day and night.

On one hand, she was worried about Duan Fufeng's safety; on the other hand... in her heart, Wenxin was a truly pure and innocent person, and she did not want him to be tainted by the mundane world and become a ruthless and vicious person.

If Wenxin truly loves her and is willing to cross the line to harm others, wouldn't she become a sinner?

Chewing on his rice, Wutong raised his eyelids and glanced at Wenxin, unsure how to ask him so that he would tell the truth.

Wenxin sat to her left, silent and focused on eating the plate of cabbage in front of her, as if it were a delicacy. In fact, she kept glancing at Wutong out of the corner of her eye.

He knew she was waiting for his explanation, but he really didn't want to say why. Saying it would only make him seem more pathetic…

But if he doesn't say anything, will Wutong really drift further and further away from him?

He would rather be humble than lose the sycamore tree.

Swallowing the cabbage in her mouth, Wenxin gritted her teeth, raised her head and said, "I feel I need to explain this to you."

Wutong's ears twitched, and her heart clenched. She was clearly extremely nervous, but she insisted on appearing calm.

"Explain what?"

"You suspect that I caused his illness that day, right?"

Wutong said weakly, "I didn't..."

"You don't need to lie to me, anyone with eyes can see it," Wenxin said expressionlessly.

Wutong swallowed hard and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry..."

I'm sorry? Since you've already suspected him, why feel guilty?

Wenxin took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "If you want to know, then I will tell you... The reason I was by his side that day was because... I wanted to understand him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wutong's apologetic expression turned to astonishment, not quite understanding why he said that.

Wenxin stared down at the table, as if trying to see through the piece of wood, her voice muffled and tinged with barely perceptible shame.

"I really want to know... what kind of man could make you love him so wholeheartedly?"

He had to learn what he didn't know; that's what his master taught him.

He couldn't win Wutong's heart, so he wanted to learn from Duan Fufeng how to make her fall in love with him.

He also wanted to become the kind of person she liked.

Wutong suddenly realized, but after understanding, she only felt heartbroken and extremely sad.

Why did that fool do this? What did she do to deserve him changing for her?

And he actually used Duan Fufeng as a reference...

Wutong forced a carefree smile and said with a grin, "You must have misunderstood. When did I ever love him? Is it because I brought him to Immovable Peak? I just wanted to repay his life-saving grace."

Wenxin shook his head, his expression pained.

"Stop pretending. Anyone with eyes can see how you feel about him these days."

Wutong paused for a moment, then stubbornly insisted, "That means you've all misunderstood. I really don't love him... How could I possibly love him... Hasn't he hurt me enough already..."

She denied it over and over again, and towards the end, it wasn't just a rebuttal to her own conscience, but a warning to her own heart.

Repaying his kindness is fine, but loving him is not.

A man like him is only suited to be a ruthless and heartless king. If she falls in love with him with genuine feelings, her fate will not be much better than Ruolan's.

Wenxin watched for a while, then suddenly asked, "You swear you don't love him, right?"

Unable to convince herself, Wutong recklessly raised her hand.

“I swear, I don’t love him, not at all.”

Wenxin nodded slightly, her eyes flashing with a strange yet fervent light.

"Fine, since you don't love me, let's get married now. Do you dare?"

"Get married now?" Wutong's jaw almost dropped in shock, her hand still standing dumbly by her ear as she made the vow.

Wenxin looked at her with utmost seriousness, as if trying to see into the depths of her heart: "That's right, we'll get married. You give up him, and I'll give up Buddha. Do you dare?"

His intense gaze was so piercing that no one dared to look him in the eye. Wutong turned her face away, trying her best to calm herself down and have a peaceful conversation with him.

But that's terrible, how can they get married?

The more she suppressed her emotions, the more turbulent they became. Finally, she shouted at Wenxin, "You're crazy!" and ran out of the room.

Wenxin watched her fleeing figure, his gaze gradually changing from burning to icy, and finally turning into a deathly silence, like a city after a war, full of broken wells and ruins, where not even the chirping of birds could be heard.

The hot, fragrant food had only been touched a few times before it gradually lost its warmth on the table. When Wutong ran out, she accidentally knocked her chopsticks to the ground, where they now lay forlornly by the table leg.

Wenxin stiffly turned her eyes, spotted the chopstick, bent down to pick it up, her movements like those of a walking corpse.

He walked to the bedside with chopsticks in his hand, looking down at the motionless Duan Fufeng.

Perhaps the two were once evenly matched in martial arts, but now the other has no chance to fight back.

He could take his life with ease.

With a chopstick placed between Duan Fufeng's eyebrows, Wenxin could easily send him to his death with a gentle tap of his inner force.

He looked at Duan Fufeng, whose eyes were closed. The room was unusually quiet, but the sound of singing could be heard from outside the inn.

Time passed slowly, and Wenxin counted almost every single eyelash of Duan Fufeng, imprinting every detail of his face deeply in her heart, yet she still couldn't bring herself to do it.

If I kill him, will I be able to get the phoenix tree?

If I kill him, I will no longer be worthy of being a Buddhist disciple.

He may spend his life with Wutong afterward, but more likely, he will drift alone in the world like Shixin, without any support or help, and utterly alone.

I am not afraid of loneliness, but I am afraid of not having someone I love.

Snapped.

With a soft crack, the chopsticks broke in two.

He turned and left, leaving only the thin gauze bed curtains swaying slightly in the air.

As she stepped out of the room, she ran into Li Deming. Li Deming had been sitting downstairs eating and had seen Wutong run out in a panic. She hadn't even heard him greet her, so he knew the two of them must have had a bad conversation.

Unpleasantness is unpleasantness; his only goal is to save Duan Fufeng. As long as Duan Fufeng is alright, he doesn't care what happens to anyone else.

"Have you eaten enough? It's time to set off."

In order to reach Fudomine Peak as soon as possible, the group no longer followed the routine of traveling during the day and sleeping at night. They continued to travel as long as they were not too tired to ride horses.

Wenxin nodded, offering no objection.

Li Deming breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to the guards behind him, "Go and find the King quickly. It's time to set off."