Extra Story: The Young Lady and Her Loyal Wolf-Dog - His Deity

The handkerchief that Qin Ya had thrown to the ground was already soaked with melted snow, cold and damp.

But it still carried her scent, along with a tiny trace of Huangfu Chengshi's own blood.

Huangfu Chengshi clenched the handkerchief tightly in his hand.

Then, he took out from his pocket the fountain pen he had protected, completely undamaged.

He looked at this limited-edition pen, which he had originally intended to use as a "sacrificial pawn."

He suddenly found it somewhat ridiculous.

For such a childish and clumsy plan.

To use himself as bait, how truly foolish.

He raised his hand and gently touched the corner of his mouth.

There, it seemed, still lingered the cool touch of her fingertips and the soft, fragrant feel of that handkerchief.

Huangfu Chengshi lifted his head, looking in the direction where she had disappeared.

In those eyes that had always been suppressed and gloomy, something called "light" flickered for the first time.

No.

That wasn't light.

It was something brighter, more scorching, more dangerous than light.

Qin Ya, who had suddenly appeared in his life, was like a deity to him.

The only deity who had descended upon his dirty, cold, calculating patch of snow.

He knew her actions were unintentional.

Perhaps, a moment of boredom.

Perhaps, a whim, a bit of diversion.

She might even, possibly, forget everything here the moment she turned away.

But, that didn't matter.

What mattered was that her appearance had ruined his plan.

It also made him feel an unprecedented sense of utter pointlessness towards his so-called "revenge" plan in an instant.

Compared to her, what did teaching those fools like Huangfu Chengxuan a lesson even matter?

It was like, after becoming accustomed to the starry seas, losing all interest in a few small fish in a pond.

He hated every member of the Huangfu family equally.

It was they who had caused his mother's death.

Whether it was his father, his grandfather, or his uncles.

His self-righteous father, who had roughly brought his mother into this wealthy family, yet couldn't offer her a shred of protection.

From his grandfather to his uncles, every member of the Huangfu family looked at his mother as if she were a shameless beggar.

Even when his mother was bedridden with illness, his father was actually on vacation in Northern Europe with that woman.

When he watched his mother take her last breath, he was the only one by her side.

Sometimes, he even hated himself.

If he hadn't been born, could his mother have escaped this cage that devoured all her vitality?

So, given the chance, he would take revenge on every single person here.

He would return all the pain and humiliation he had endured a thousandfold, a hundredfold.

But now, none of that seemed to matter anymore.

That flash of arrogant, powerful, unrivaled red.

To him, it was the only hand in the entire world reaching out towards him.

He remembered his mother's gentle hand, softly stroking his head, telling him to live well.

Even if this hand now was only toying with him.

It was still the only hand that had seen him and stopped for him since his mother passed away.

He craved that sliver of warmth.

The Huangfu family's banquet was finally nearing its end.

Guests had already begun to leave one after another.

The magnificent music also gradually faded into silence.

Huangfu Chengshi stood alone in a corner, like a forgotten ghost.

No one paid him any more attention.

Huangfu Chengxuan and the others had long since hidden far away.

They were afraid of having any further connection with that jinx, Qin Ya.

Huangfu Chengshi no longer cared about people like Huangfu Chengxuan, not in the slightest.

His world had changed.

Those hypocritical smiles and icy words that once made him feel suffocated.

Had now become indistinct background noise.

All his senses were firmly occupied by that cold, damp handkerchief in his hand.

That handkerchief carried her scent.

A clear, cold, yet domineering, unique fragrance.

He replayed the scene in the garden over and over in his mind.

Her fingers lifting his chin.

Her scrutinizing gaze.

Every word she said.

That wasn't a rescue.

It was a deity's whim, a descent.

And he was the only believer who witnessed the miracle.

But now, his deity was gone.

Huangfu Chengshi began searching through the crowd.

His small body weaved between adults in expensive suits and evening gowns.

He was like an ant searching for direction in a forest of steel.

His eyes stubbornly scanned the room.

Searching for that dazzling, flame-like red.

He had never, ever, taken the initiative to seek something out like this before.

Never pursued anything so openly.

For the past ten years, his life had only consisted of passive acceptance and secretly plotting counterattacks.

This was the first time.

He was actively charging forward, regardless of everything, for a goal.

He even bumped into a man holding a wine glass.

A little wine spilled from the glass.

"Where did this wild child come from! Can't you watch where you're going?"

The well-dressed man muttered an impatient, low reprimand.

Huangfu Chengshi did not apologize.

He didn't even look at the man.

He simply moved around him and continued forward, continuing his pursuit.

The man's curses were left behind him.

To him, they were meaningless noise.

Compared to finding her, everything else in the world was meaningless.

Finally, at the entrance by the carved doors.

He saw her.

That flash of red, still so vivid, so distinct.

She was standing there.

Several elders, who seemed to be her family members, surrounded her.

A sleek, red luxury car sat quietly in the snow outside.

The driver had already opened the door for her.

She seemed somewhat impatient.

She frowned slightly, listening to the elders' admonitions beside her.

That face, which had been so close to him in the garden.

Was now separated by over ten meters and countless bobbing heads.

That divine face appeared so distant, so unreal.

She and he were from two different worlds.

He hid in damp, dark shadows, mired in a quagmire of schemes.

While she stood above the clouds.

Behind her was the entire glamorous upper-class society.

Huangfu Chengshi's footsteps halted.

A huge, icy tide named "inferiority" instantly drowned him.

What right did he have to approach her?

What qualification did he have to thank her?

To her, it was merely brushing off a speck of dust.

But he had taken that speck of dust for his entire world.

How laughable.

He tightened his grip on the handkerchief in his pocket.

The fabric crumpled in his hand.

The cold fragrance lingering on it and the cool touch of her fingertips.

Gave him, once again, a sliver of desperate courage.

Huangfu Chengshi took a deep breath, as if mustering all the strength in his body.

And broke through the shell of inferiority that had tightly encased him.

He pushed through the crowd and ran over.

He stopped a few steps away from her.

He could smell her fragrance carried on the wind and snow now.

"Ya... Ya Jie."