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1033: Chapter 261 Empathy_2 1033: Chapter 261 Empathy_2 “Jose, co with , I have sothing else to ask you.” The enchantress imdiately broke into a smile, swimming toward the stairs and beckoning playfully.

Liu Zhenhan hesitated for a mont, uncertain whether he should follow.

After calming down from his earlier impulsiveness, reason told him that he should find an excuse to slip away quickly.

A long night bred many dreams, which was not good.

However, seeing Cui Beixi’s eyes flickering as they watched him, Liu Zhenhan couldn’t find any reason to refuse and had to grit his teeth and follow.

The spiral staircase had three floors, and Liu Zhenhan’s heart twisted and turned with each level.

He was exceedingly anxious; if the enchantress asked about sothing he completely didn’t know, and if she happened to detect any slip, it would only take one scream to set the entire building aboil.

Liu Zhenhan knew that most people were likely still awake; by then, not to ntion the failure of the venomous gu, the disaster would beco even more unmanageable.

Fortunately, the enchantress did not press any questions, but simply swayed her slender waist elegantly, moving gracefully across the floor.

She led the way, with Liu Zhenhan following behind.

As dusa walked, she possessed a unique charm that all won, whether in the human world or Beamon, prided themselves on learning—”the breeze brushing the willow” gait.

Cui Beixi was undoubtedly a representative of dusa who brought this soft yet seductive walking style to its pinnacle.

Even though the rciless years left no trace of harshness on her, they only imprinted a tantalizing charm.

But this charm was not ant for Liu Zhenhan to enjoy; at this mont, old Liu was only thinking about getting away.

They reached the end of the corridor on the third floor, and Cui Beixi gently turned the brass handle of the door, looking back at Liu Zhenhan.

“Daddy!” A crisp female voice called from the other end of the corridor.

Liu Zhenhan imdiately turned around, and there stood the sisters Golinny and Gortani, each in a silk nightgown, one of them holding a fluffy pillow.

Liu Zhenhan, looking at the identical twins, could not tell which was which.

“Little brother, your room is this way.

If you don’t co back tonight, I might co looking for you!” Golinny made a funny face and pointed her finger at a door to the right.

“Sweetie, go sleep, daddy knows.” Liu Zhenhan laughed, the funny face helping him identify Golinny as the one holding the pillow.

“Daddy, mommy must be worrying about you.

Rember to co back early tomorrow.” Gortani’s face still bore tear stains, but she managed a faint smile.

“Go to sleep!” Liu Zhenhan also forced a bit of a fatherly smile and waved to the two daughters, wondering what this was all about!

Were these two girls also keeping an eye on their mother Milani’s behalf?

“Lily and Nini, go to bed early!

I need to talk about sothing with your dad!

He’ll be back to sleep in a while.” The enchantress’s voice also resonated.

The swan-like sister flowers smiled at their Western father, turned around, and entered the room; with a thud, the door closed.

“Jose, co in!” The enchantress stood at the doorway, beckoning to Liu Zhenhan.

Liu Zhenhan had no choice but to harden his resolve and follow her in, his heart wildly anxious and his right eyebrow twitching uncontrollably.

The enchantress had just ntioned she had sothing to ask him, and Liu Zhenhan couldn’t guess what it might be, fearing pessimistically that it was probably sothing he didn’t know.

Upon entering, Liu Zhenhan was stunned.

The room was eerily familiar—its layout was exactly like Cui Beixi’s bedroom in the temple, down to nearly all the furniture arranged identically.

The large transparent mother-of-pearl ceiling inlaid there allowed the gentle moonlight filtered through by Xiang Pa to sprinkle on the massive princess canopy, casting a dreamlike brightness inside.

The thin gauze moved without wind, rolling up piles of moonlight, ethereal as smoke; the neatly arranged bookshelves and clothes racks, a brass deer-head faucet on the wall, and even a polished, smooth buffalo horn cup on the table looked exactly like the one in the temple.

If one had to point out a difference, it would be the thick, plush velvet carpet on the floor; the room in the temple didn’t have such a nice carpet.

Slling a faint feminine fragrance wafting through the air, Liu Zhenhan almost felt a sensation of ti rewinding.

Once, he stood in the sa room with a mix of awkwardness and naivety, and now, appearing again in a room arranged the sa way, he had beco the kingdom’s chief priest.

This vast contrast in the trajectories of fate made Liu Zhenhan incredibly reflective and spontaneously evoked a sense of destiny.

“Jose, do you still rember, back then, in a room arranged just like this under the sa moonlight, you wrote a piece of Phidian Poetry for ?” Cui Beixi sat on the edge of the bed, gently moving her serpentine tail, her languid posture tinged with a decadently beautiful lancholy.

Her bright eyes, shining like stars, looked at Liu Zhenhan with a teasing allure, rippling with tender emotions.

Liu Zhenhan was completely awestruck; the beauty that the dusa instructor displayed at that mont had fully intimidated him.

“Jose…” the dusa instructor’s voice, which was part teasing and part joyful, snapped the bewildered Liu Zhenhan back to reality.

“What?

Oh…right…a poem…it’s Phidian Poetry…” The more anxious Liu Zhenhan beca, the more confused he got.

He had no idea what kind of poetry Mourinho had written for the dusa instructor.

It was his worst fear coming true—he had been hit with a curveball.

Sweat began streaming down Liu Zhenhan’s face.

He had just instinctively wiped it off with his sleeve when a chilling thought struck him, ‘Damn it, why would Mourinho ever make such a vulgar gesture!’

After this scare, sweat ford even more profusely on his forehead.

Stealing a glance at the dusa instructor, Liu Zhenhan saw her smiling at him serenely, which only increased his panic.

With Mourinho’s composure, he should never have appeared as flustered as a green kid; if the dusa instructor knew him as he suspected, it was unbelievable that she couldn’t see through the act.

Liu Zhenhan was almost ready to reach into his chest, rip off the “Transformation Totem,” and then sprint away when a small poem tily halted his foolish impulses.

“There is a love~

It lies between the sacred and the sinful~

At the river mouth where stars shift westward~

While everyone is still in their dreams~

I sit alone~

Waiting for soone to ferry~”

A beautiful woman, almost dreamlike, recited this enchanting Phidian Poetry bathed in moonlight.

Liu Zhenhan was perplexed; he had expected an interrogation, considering his recent behavior was hardly justifiable.

How could the dusa instructor suddenly recite a poem?

Then Liu Zhenhan realized, “Damn!

Is this supposed to be Phidian Poetry?

This is clearly the famous poem ‘Waiting for Love,’ often sung by hippo poets on moonlit nights, filled with lody as poignant as a sob.”

“Jose, the poem you wrote for all those years ago, to this day whenever I read it, I still lose myself, just like the first ti I read it,” the dusa instructor pressed her hand to her heart, her cheeks flushing with a rosy glow: “It’s been seventeen years.

We never thought back then that this poem would be set to music and sung throughout the kingdom!

Whenever I hear this song, my heart feels like it’s returning to the past.”

“I feel the sa way.” Liu Zhenhan struggled to control his inappropriate reactions, swallowed hard, and responded incoherently.

His mother’s!

Unexpected!

Utterly unexpected!

Liu Zhenhan was profoundly impressed, never had he thought that this famous “Waiting for Love” was an original by Mourinho!

Liu originally thought that such a ‘bird-brained’ poem could only deceive naive literary young won, but upon reflection found this poem to be quite spectacular.

Sayings like “There is a love~It lies between the sacred and the sinful~” clearly categorizes it as an excuse for inter-species romance.

He praised what a talent Mourinho had been in his days.

Brilliant!

Absolutely brilliant!

Liu Zhenhan repeatedly smacked his lips in appreciation.

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