Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chapter 197

When everybody was mocking her, treating her like she was a joke, looking down on her, and even stepping all over her dignity, she had only Chu Feng, him and only him.

This big boy who used to wave a bamboo stick around to protect her had shown up as he did by giving her a big present to firmly secure her dignity!

It had turned out that he had always loved her, took care of her, and pampered her.

It didn’t matter that she strayed from the path, nor that she was mean to him; it didn’t even matter that she did not call him as her brother.

At the end of the day, he was the big brother that loved her.

“Brother!”

Zhou Ying wiped her tears and ran out from the crowd; her tears were flowing and she had no way of controlling them.

“Yingying!” Sun Mingxuan was stunned. He wanted to chase after her, but the Moonlight Goddess had caused a large commotion. People were pushing around and he couldn’t even find the exit, so he could only helplessly wave his fists around.

Outside the hotel, Zhou Ying trembled as she took out her phone. Her eyes were red and tears were flowing down her cheeks. She dialed the numbers that she had not dialled in ten years. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Very quickly, a magnetic yet gentle voice rang through the phone, saying, “Have you received the present? Do you like it?”

“Brother…”

Zhou Ying could no longer contain her flood of emotions and she cried so hard that she lost her voice. The flowing tears messed up her makeup.

“Boohoo, brother, I was wrong. I’m sorry, really sorry. All these years, I was blinded by what I could gain. As a result, I became mean and narrow-minded. I shouldn’t have treated you like that. I shouldn’t have joined Mingxuan to ridicule and oppose you. All that was my fault. Since we were young, you always doted over me and protected me. I should have realized this earlier. I really should’ve realized this earlier. Chu Feng, will you forgive me?” she said through her sobs.

Through the phone, there was only silence. Zhou Ying sobbed quietly; she was nervous and full of grievances.

After awhile, Chu Feng, who was on the other end of the line, laughed dotingly. “Silly little girl, since we were young, when have I ever blamed you?”

Instantly, Zhou Ying’s crying turned into a smile. Although her tears were flowing, her smile was especially bright.

At this moment, the invisible wall that had separated the two siblings finally melted away.

“Brother, I hope that you’ll be there for my wedding tomorrow,” Zhou Ying said emotionally as she wiped her tears. “I want you to personally help me don the Moonlight Goddess, watch me in my grandeur, as I happily get married.”

On the other end of the line, Chu Feng quickly replied with a hearty laugh. “Alright!”

Zhou Ying hung up the phone. She was so happy that she was crying and was beside herself.

Meanwhile at the Haitang Garden Mansion, Luo Gang stood up straight in his military uniform. His expression was serious as he walked forward. In his hands was a set of thick and honorable military uniforms. He approached Chu Feng and faced him.

“Dragon Head, your uniform of the General has arrived.”

Chu Feng’s palms trembled slightly when he touched that old friend of his that had accompanied him for ten years through rain and storm, as well as fighting from all quarters. Then, it was like his blood had started to boil.

“Old friend, long time no see,” Chu Feng whispered. Then, with one swift action, he put the uniform on.

There was a national emblem on his head, three stars on his shoulders, and a Blue-Point sword hanging from his waist. The bottle green Python Printed Robe [1] danced with the wind. On his chest were all kinds of military medals that were lined neaty and reflected the sunlight.

He stood up straight and stepped outside. With this step, it was as if even the sky had changed its color.

He was Xi Ye’s legendary general—Dragon Soul’s God of War; who was unparalleled in the nation!

Chu Feng looked in the distance. On his resolute and handsome face, there was both gentleness and aggression. “Ying, little girl, I have your back.”

[1] The Python Printed Robe is a type of official garment worn by nobilities and high-ranking government officers during the feudal periods in ancient China.