Chapter 4811 — Let Me Tell You Something
The Blossom Guardian · Page 4 of 4
"Spend more time with her during this period. With me here for Feifei, there shouldn't be any problem," Wei Zhao said with a sigh.
Leng Rufeng nodded gratefully and went back at once with the Thunder Profound Pill to find Yang Qianshuang. Truth be told, he was genuinely worried about her state of mind just now. Before, all hope could be pinned on the Beauty Pill; but now that the Beauty Pill had failed, with that hope shattered, there was no telling whether she might do something foolish.
Leng Rufeng nodded gratefully and immediately took the Thunder Profound Pill back to find Yang Qianshuang. To be honest, he was truly worried about her mental state now. Before, all hope could be placed in the Beauty Pill, but now that the Beauty Pill was useless, with that hope shattered, there was no guarantee she wouldn't do something foolish.
At such a time, what Yang Qianshuang needed most was Leng Rufeng's company, and over the following month, that was indeed what he did. Faced with a Yang Qianshuang disfigured beyond anything words could convey, he truly never forsook her. Every day, he racked his brains to comfort her, ceaselessly reassuring her that he would surely find a way!
At a time like this, what Yang Qianshuang needed most was Leng Rufeng's companionship, and over the following month, Leng Rufeng did exactly that. Faced with Yang Qianshuang, disfigured to such a shocking degree, he truly never abandoned her. Every day, he racked his brains to comfort her, constantly reassuring her that he would surely find a way!
Over the course of that month, apart from shadowing Ning Xuefei and keeping Yang Qianshuang company, Leng Rufeng spent the rest of his time asking after remedies far and wide. Even Wei Zhao could not help but be moved at the sight—this cold-faced Blade God was truly a man with a cold face and a warm heart.
Over the course of the month, apart from following near Ning Xuefei and keeping Yang Qianshuang company, Leng Rufeng spent the rest of his time asking everywhere for solutions. Even Wei Zhao could not help but be moved—this cold-faced Sword God truly was a man with a cold face and a warm heart.
One day, as Leng Rufeng stood watch at the newcomers' courtyard, he was writing letters to people—needless to say, still doing everything he could to find help. Ordinarily, getting him to open his mouth and beg for help would have been unthinkable; but for Yang Qianshuang's sake, he had cast aside all his pride and self-respect, solely to find a glimmer of hope for the woman he loved.
One day, while stationed at the newcomers' courtyard, Leng Rufeng was writing letters—needless to say, still trying every means to find help. Ordinarily, getting him to ask anyone for help would have been a fantasy, but for Yang Qianshuang's sake, he had thrown aside all his pride and self-respect, all just to find a glimmer of hope for the woman he loved.
"Brother Leng, do you have a moment? There's something I'd like to tell you," Wei Zhao said suddenly.
"Brother Leng, do you have time? I'd like to tell you something," Wei Zhao suddenly spoke up.
"What is it?" Leng Rufeng asked without raising his head, still writing furiously.
"What is it?" Leng Rufeng asked without looking up, still writing furiously.
"It's about Miss Yang," Wei Zhao said calmly.
"It concerns Miss Yang," Wei Zhao said evenly. (To be continued.)