“Mu Mu, listen to me, I can’t accept your family heirloom.”

If he’d given her something to eat, that would have been one thing, but a family heirloom? Was he trying to scare her to death?

Feng Jiu’er’s legs nearly went weak from the shock. Sure, Mu Mu really was handsome — the kind that grew more handsome the more you looked at him — but… but what did that have to do with anything?

“I didn’t really do anything. It hasn’t reached the point of owing anyone anything. You…”

“Jiu’er, do you despise me?” The light in Mu Mu’s eyes dimmed. He wasn’t angry, just… a little despairing.

Despairing! Oh no, don’t give her such a heavy expression, it was terrifying!

“How could I possibly despise you? I despise myself! Look, just look at my face.”

Feng Jiu’er turned her scarred face toward him. “Look, such an ugly face — are you willing to look at it every day?”

Take that treasure back, quickly. All she’d done was casually cure his poison and save his life, hadn’t she?

If saving someone meant she had to accept their devotion in return, wouldn’t she end up with countless love affairs?

Her job was to save people! Save people! Did he understand?

“So this is what you’re afraid of.” Mu Mu raised his hand, his long fingers gently brushing over the scar on her face, with an indescribable tenderness.

“Jiu’er is a girl as beautiful as a celestial being. It’s just that they don’t know how to appreciate it.”

Feng Jiu’er froze, her scalp prickling. She hurriedly pulled away. “Mu Mu, I really…”

Mu Mu’s expression turned serious. “Once I give something away, I will never take it back. If Jiu’er truly doesn’t want to accept it, then please wait until the day I die in battle, and place it back on my grave.”

“Why are you talking about dying out of nowhere?” Feng Jiu’er only wanted to return that heirloom to him. Did he have to make it sound so serious?

“Spilled water cannot be retrieved. What I’ve said, I will surely do. Jiu’er, in this lifetime, I will never fail you.”

Mu Mu looked at her once more, then turned and walked back into the courtyard.

Feng Jiu’er wanted to chase after him, but she saw the door of a nearby building open, and two new students walked out.

Seeing her standing at the courtyard gate, the two tilted their heads, sizing her up, discussing something she couldn’t quite catch.

Not wanting to draw gossip, Feng Jiu’er had no choice but to turn and leave as well.

Along the way, she looked down at the chain Mu Mu had pressed into her hand. The pendant was a small golden lock.

Something seemed to surface in Jiu’er’s mind, but it flickered away just as quickly. Looking at the golden lock, her face filled with worry.

She had to find a chance to return this chain to Mu Mu, otherwise this misunderstanding would truly become serious.

Back in her room, another girl from the same dormitory had also arrived.

“I’m Qin Qing, from Squad 46.”

Qin Qing was very tall — at least one meter seventy by the look of it — with a strong, athletic build, the classic figure of a model.

But there were no models in this era, so a girl this tall usually didn’t fare well in the marriage market.

The men of this age all preferred the delicate, clingy type.

Qin Qing’s personality also seemed bold and forthright, and since Xiao Yingtao was a cheerful girl who loved to laugh, the two of them had already become quite friendly in the short moment before Jiu’er returned.

“I’m Feng Jiu’er, from Squad 42. This is Xiao Yingtao, who’s in my squad — we call her Xiao Yingtao.”

After a round of introductions, seeing that night had deepened, it was time to wash up and sleep.

Xiao Yingtao pulled Feng Jiu’er into a corner, both curious and aggrieved, even pouting as she spoke. “So, um, what did Mu Mu say to you just now? Did he give you some secret mission?”