He instinctively took two steps back, an unprecedented sense of insignificance welling up within him. The opponent before him was far more formidable than he had imagined, and He Yuzhu even toyed with the idea of fleeing. Taking a deep breath, he shouted, "Well played!" before pulling Mahua along and signaling to He Yushui, turning to walk away briskly. The three of them moved with speed; the door opened, then closed, and in an instant, they had vanished without a trace.
In the courtyard, only Qin Jingru remained. She still wore a smile, though the red marks and handprints on her cheeks made her beauty appear somewhat jarring. At this moment, Qin Jingru felt incomparably satisfied; a sense of happiness, unlike anything she had known, filled her heart. She marveled at the favor of fate, which had brought such an outstanding man before her eyes. His heroic posture just moments ago had excited her to no end; it was a pity that Mahua had interrupted the contest. That Mahua was truly a nuisance; had he not intervened, she might have been able to engage in another round. Qin Jingru gently brushed the snow from her clothes and turned to head back to Qin Huairu’s home.
He Yuzhu, watching from outside the window, felt a wave of helplessness. He covered his forehead and muttered under his breath, "Does anyone have any medicine? Waiting online, it’s urgent."
Chapter 35