Chapter 1502: Mountain Scenery

Xuan Ting tossed his bicycle into a pile of grass at the foot of the mountain and pulled Xu Haohao forward.

Xu Haohao noticed that the person beside her cycled so fast, yet now he wasn’t even out of breath and looked energetic without sweating.

"Why did you bring me here? Weren’t you saying you’d take me home?" Xu Haohao immediately snapped back to reality and wanted to shake off Xuan Ting’s hand.

Xuan Ting, clutching those few blue hardcover books, smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? I’m taking you to see something. Why are you nervous? I wouldn’t dare do anything to you; my younger junior would deal with me if she knew."

It was Xu Haohao’s first time walking towards the mountains with a man, and she couldn’t help but ask, "Is this the Cloud Mist Mountain that Xiao Li mentioned? I’ve heard people from Jiangzhou Prefecture say there’s an immortal on Cloud Mist Mountain, referring to Uncle Mo Yu, right? I remember the government doesn’t allow miscellaneous people to enter—"

Xu Haohao’s head was suddenly grabbed by Xuan Ting, turning it towards a certain direction, and her voice abruptly stopped.

The mountain mist still lingered like a fairyland, and at the very center, clusters of various delicate flowers appeared, dew adorning their petals, pure and bright, making her instantly believe spring had arrived.

Xuan Ting said with a smile, "Isn’t it pretty? Isn’t this mountain mirage more beautiful than any ring? It’s for you."

Xu Haohao widened her eyes: "Is this... an illusion? A mirage?"

Xuan Ting nodded.

Xu Haohao admired that patch of spring scenery, fully appreciating nature’s marvel, her previously unpleasant mood from the Xuan Sect records suddenly opened up, and she immediately felt better.

Xu Haohao turned back jokingly, "Grandmaster Xuan, don’t think I don’t know, gifting this beautiful scene is free, a ring would cost money."

This guy values money more than anyone!

Xuan Ting stared fixedly at the mountain mirage, and asked back: "If I give you a ring, would you want it?"

Xu Haohao: "..."

Whether it’s a ring or a mirage, they’re lifeless objects; people assign them meanings. But... what people care about is always the person giving the gift, not the gift itself.

Xuan Ting curled his lips, adding one more line: "Of course, rings are too expensive, I can’t possibly buy one for you."

Xu Haohao: "... Hehe."

She knew it.

Yet it strangely relieved Xu Haohao.

Just now she suddenly remembered what she promised Feng Huaimu—before his release, no dating, no marriage.

"Return these books with me up the mountain, then I’ll take you back. There’s no bus stop around Cloud Mist Mountain, you’ll need to walk an hour to return."

Xuan Ting leisurely dropped this sentence and headed up the mountain.

Watching his back, Xu Haohao couldn’t help but secretly curse, is this guy doing it on purpose? Is he dragging her to climb the mountain? Thankfully, she had never been to Cloud Mist Mountain, so it’s like a tour.

While climbing, Xu Haohao was panting heavily when suddenly the man beside her, who wasn’t even gasping for breath, unexpectedly asked, "Xu Haohao, do you prefer happiness or sadness?"

Xu Haohao, panting, with one hand at her side, was almost ready to scold him: "What nonsense are you asking? Who doesn’t like being happy every day? I’m not a masochist!"

Xuan Ting, with his hands behind his back, strode leisurely up the mountain, suddenly chuckling.

Yes, everyone likes to be happy every day.

But Xu Haohao couldn’t remember who always made her happy and carefree, nor who caused her continual pain and sadness.