Ming Zhitian casually said, "The True Person… has entrusted your life to me."
"What?!" Fan Miaomiao quickly covered her mouth, disbelieving.
Fan Miaomiao didn't believe him. "You're lying to me, how could my Master… You, you're trying to take advantage of me!"
Ming Zhitian shrugged and gestured. "If you don't believe me, you can go ask the True Person." He then strode away.
Fan Miaomiao went back to find True Person Gui Lingyu, but discovered he was no longer there, gone somewhere unknown. She returned to find Ming Zhitian.
Ming Zhitian had already descended the mountain. He called Wang Guo, asking him to send a driver to pick him up. Wang Guo insisted on coming himself, and Ming Zhitian didn't mind.
While Ming Zhitian was waiting for the car, a Jinma Wangol drove over. Its cool doors swung open, and a pair of long, dirty legs in high heels emerged. It was Fan Miaomiao.
She panted, "Zhi… Zhitian, wait for me."
Ming Zhitian looked at her dishevelled state, which reminded him of a little beggar princess. He couldn't help but laugh. "Wait for you for what?"
Fan Miaomiao was a little angry. "I asked, it's true."
"What's true?" Ming Zhitian feigned ignorance.
Fan Miaomiao blushed. "You know what I mean!"
Just then, Wang Guo drove his white carriage to a stop. "Brother Zhitian!"
Ming Zhitian waved his hand. "Miaomiao, I have something to do. We'll talk another day."
Fan Miaomiao gathered her courage and grabbed his hand. "Zhitian, I'm willing."
Ming Zhitian looked confused. "Willing for what?"
Fan Miaomiao bit her lip. "I'm willing to be your woman."
"Holy crap…" Wang Guo exclaimed in surprise.
Ming Zhitian pulled his hand away, placed it on her shoulder, and said seriously, "Miaomiao, I know, but I have to tell you, I'm not from this world. I can't give you anything…"
Fan Miaomiao started to cry. "I know I'm not good enough for you, but I can try hard. Whatever kind of person you like, I can become, I can change, I…"
"I have someone I love," Ming Zhitian said directly.
"What?" Fan Miaomiao involuntarily stopped crying.
Ming Zhitian sighed. "Since I promised the True Person I would take care of you for a lifetime, I will. But not now, and not as a lover, but as a friend."
"F… friend… just a friend?" Fan Miaomiao's eyes welled up again, tears on the verge of falling.
Ming Zhitian didn't want her to misunderstand further. "Just a friend."
Fan Miaomiao shook her head. "No… no… I don't want that, I want to be your bride…"
"Miaomiao…" Ming Zhitian started to say something.
Fan Miaomiao interrupted him. "It's a pity the bride isn't me…" She then flung his hand away.
Ming Zhitian said, "Miaomiao, listen to me…"
Fan Miaomiao covered her ears with both hands. "I won't listen, I won't listen!… Ming Zhitian, if you don't like me or love me, why did you come to provoke me?"
"I didn't," Ming Zhitian said, a little stunned.
Fan Miaomiao continued, "From the first time, from the very first day, from when we met, to when we got to know each other, my heart has been gradually captured by you. It's all your fault. Why? Heavens, why did you send him to torment me?"
Ming Zhitian fell silent. He didn't know what to say at that moment, as he couldn't stand seeing a woman cry, especially a great beauty.
Fan Miaomiao pointed at him. "I hate you, Ming Zhitian, I hate you!… *sob*…"
Watching her flee like a fugitive, gradually disappearing from his sight, Ming Zhitian felt no emotional stir, nor did he chase after her.
Seeing this, Wang Guo immediately reminded Ming Zhitian, "Brother Zhitian, aren't you going after her!"