"In the future, you’ll understand. Just trust . I will never let anyone harm you, including myself."
Wen Xiao’ai hesitated.
She really didn’t want to go back, didn’t want to marry Ye Qi, but...
"Can you really protect Jun Moyan for ?"
Nie Jiuque tightened the hand over his chest once again, lips under the mask pressed together, still stained with blood.
He looked at Wen Xiao’ai for a long while before nodding his heavy head a bit listlessly, and uttered one word:
"...Yes."
"What about my clansn..."
"I assure you, they will not be hard. I will also inform them that you are safe so they can rest at ease."
"What’s your purpose in doing this? Aren’t you looking for the Immortal Shang Ying? Why waste ti on people who don’t matter? Are you not concerned about her anymore?"
"No, I have already found her. It’s just that there are still so things I need to do. Wait for for a while, and then you’ll understand everything."
"..."
Wen Xiao’ai lowered her gaze, silent.
She still worried about her clansn, fully aware that she couldn’t keep avoiding forever.
Moreover, she was the Cat Demon Princess, she couldn’t be selfish.
But she really didn’t want to marry.
"I’ll give you ti to consider whether to go back and complete the marriage with Ye Qi, or to hide here for a while and wait for a chance. It’s up to you."
As Nie Jiuque spoke, he directly sat cross-legged on the ground and began to ditate and heal.
Wen Xiao’ai was sowhat surprised to see Nie Jiuque unguarded against her, ditating and healing right in front of her.
Knowing that if she attacked him now, he wouldn’t have been able to react.
This very act of Nie Jiuque made Wen Xiao’ai have to trust him even more.
So she also let go of all her apprehensions and sat down casually.
Looking up, she gazed at the sky filled with purple.
Wen Xiao’ai caught a petal in her palm and couldn’t help but smile.
This period had been truly bitter, sleeping with nightmares every night, waking up in despair.
She truly thought her entire life would be like this, never happy again.
Undeniably, at the mont Nie Jiuque took her away from the Cat Demon Clan, she felt more happiness and a sense of relief.
The two of them sat less than two ters apart under the Ziqiong Tree, purple petals cascading down in a scene of unspeakable quiet beauty.
And this scene seed inexplicably familiar to Wen Xiao’ai...
Two hours passed.
Nie Jiuque finished his ditation, slowly opening his eyes.
The face under the mask had sowhat regained its color.
He looked over at Wen Xiao’ai, who sat quietly nearby with her knees held.
Wen Xiao’ai also turned her gaze towards him at this mont.
With their eyes eting, Nie Jiuque’s heart stirred, eyes gleaming brightly.
Wen Xiao’ai felt her heart skip, an inexplicable strange feeling.
If it were before, she wouldn’t have understood this kind of look, but now she did.
Nie Jiuque now looked at her the sa way Jun Moyan did.
She couldn’t help but wonder, just how much did she and the Immortal Shang Ying resemble each other for him to look at her that way.
"Are you... alright now?"
Nie Jiuque returned to his senses, answering a different question: "Have you made up your mind?"
Wen Xiao’ai pressed her lips but didn’t answer, instead, she changed the subject and asked:
"Weren’t you afraid I’d strike at you just now?"
Nie Jiuque smiled, speaking with certainty:
"You wouldn’t."
Being unguarded in front of her had beco his habit.
Even though she was now Wen Xiao’ai, his subconscious would still have no defense against her.
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