Chapter 1485: Always Looking Forward

Feng Huaijin placed both hands on his knees, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Elder brother, you’re too kind. The police will be here in a few minutes. You better think about how you’re going to explain this to them."

Feng Huaimu remained silent. The victor becomes king, and the loser becomes the enemy; what’s done is done. What can you do?

Feng Huaimu’s long eyelashes quivered slightly. He lifted his eyes to look at Xu Haohao, who trembled with a knife a few meters away, and a wave slowly formed in his heart, filled with complexity.

If what Feng Yi said is true, then what meaning does his action have?

The Xu Haohao of today is no longer the same as when they first met, so proactive and enthusiastic, able to joyfully drag him to take pictures together, able to ask for his WeChat, able to muster the courage to hold his hand...

Feng Huaimu stood there listening to the increasingly close sound of police sirens, and gradually calmed down. Looking at the Xu Haohao who was like a hedgehog, he couldn’t help but take a step towards her.

A black figure flashed quickly and pulled Xu Haohao gently behind, keeping a safe distance from Feng Huaimu.

Xu Haohao was startled: "Xuan Ting? Weren’t you just fainted?"

Xuan Ting’s eyes were clear, blocking in front of Xu Haohao, cutting off most of Feng Huaimu’s view. A mocking curve slowly formed at the corners of his mouth: "A little drug, it can’t knock me out."

Xuan Ting paused his voice, his cold gaze fixed on Feng Huaimu, and said word by word: "Don’t think of using Xu Haohao to threaten me; I can’t be fazed."

Hua Country’s top Grandmaster, the pinnacle of Martial Arts, who can escape in his presence?

Xu Haohao stood behind Xuan Ting’s broad back, looking at that golden short hair, her lips moved lightly, but in the end, she didn’t speak.

She might really have Stockholm syndrome, otherwise why would she think of making excuses for a criminal?

Xu Haohao forced down the bitterness in her heart, suddenly closed her eyes facing Feng Huaimu’s gaze, "I’m not sure if what Feng Yi said is true or not, but... I am always just me, I am just Xu Haohao, not the woman you knew before, not the person in your beautiful portrait."

She only wants to be herself.

Even if it’s true as Feng Yi said, that she is the woman Feng Huaimu wants to return to the past to find, but so what?

Time can never go back, she will only look forward, never wanting to look back at everything that once was.

"You go and reform yourself well in prison." Xu Haohao left these words and no longer looked at him.

A profound confusion slowly emerged in Feng Huaimu’s unfathomable eyes.

After so many years of effort, must he still part ways with her?

Feng Yi held Ning Yan’s arm, her face worried with a pouty expression, mumbled to herself, "If I had known Uncle was going to act tonight, I would have informed him sooner. Maybe everything would have been happy, and we could celebrate the New Year together..."

Feng Yi talked to herself, not expecting anyone to reply, but Ning Yan looked straight ahead and spoke with unwavering certainty: "Impossible."

Feng Yi retorted: "Why impossible? You don’t even understand Aunt Haohao, you don’t know my elder uncle..."

Ning Yan’s tone was steady: "I don’t know what’s between them, but Miss Xu’s spirit has already decided their future. What’s done cannot be undone."

"Their philosophies don’t align."

Feng Yi vaguely understood, feeling that the calm Ning Yan made a lot of sense.

Aunt Haohao, always looking forward, while Uncle was still looking back.

She thought for a moment and hugged Ning Yan’s arm tightly: "I should have the same philosophy as Uncle Ning."

Ning Yan: "..."