Jun Moyan reached out and embraced Wen Xiao’ai, who was clinging to him, though his movents were inexplicably stiff. Upon closer inspection, he seed to be trembling slightly.
"Jun Moyan..."
Wen Xiao’ai buried her small face into his neck, rubbed it slightly, and spoke in a muffled voice, with a nasal tone hinting that she had been crying.
"...What’s wrong?" he asked, his throat tightening.
"Just now, Brother Ye Qi and the dicine King ca together. Brother Ye Qi has changed a lot, looking very haggard. Although he kept smiling, I could tell he’s actually sad and upset. He just doesn’t want to feel guilty..."
As Wen Xiao’ai spoke, tears welled up again.
Sniffing, she lifted her head from Jun Moyan’s neck, looked at him, and in a commanding tone, said domineeringly, "You’re not allowed to be jealous. It was because of you that I beca this bad person and hurt him."
If it weren’t for Jun Moyan, she thought she really would have married Ye Qi.
Ye Qi had taken care of her for five hundred years, and she had loved to cling to him since she was little, greatly relying on him.
If Jun Moyan hadn’t appeared, if soone asked her if she was willing to marry Ye Qi and let him take care of her for life, she certainly would have nodded.
"Last ti you asked if my family had arranged a marriage for , and I said even though Brother Ye Qi is hundreds of years older, he hasn’t married either. Now I know he was waiting for ."
As Wen Xiao’ai spoke, tears fell down again.
"The person I have wronged most in this life is him. He has loved for five hundred years, taken care of for five hundred years; almost all his ti and effort were spent on , yet I...I really have no conscience."
At the thought of Ye Qi’s once starry eyes now filled with sadness, Wen Xiao’ai felt incredibly remorseful.
"Why aren’t you speaking?"
After saying so much, Jun Moyan hadn’t responded with a word.
Wen Xiao’ai wiped her tears, seeing Jun Moyan just looking at her, confusion and complexity filling his eyes.
"What’s wrong with you?"
"Are you jealous again?"
"Say sothing, won’t you?"
"Jun Moyan?" She touched his face with her small hand.
"...I’m fine. Would you like to take you sowhere?" he finally spoke, but his voice was unsteady.
Clearly, his heart was not at peace at this mont.
"Where to?" Wen Xiao’ai subconsciously asked.
"A very beautiful place."
"Now?"
She was feeling sad and upset now, wasn’t he going to comfort her first?
"Yes."
"Then let’s go. You carry ; I don’t want to walk." Wen Xiao’ai wrapped her arms around his neck again, leaning on his shoulder.
In a place she couldn’t see, Jun Moyan closed his eyes slightly, the pain and despair in his eyes almost engulfing him.
Every intimate move she made towards him seed to inflict mortal wounds on him at this mont.
With each degree of closeness, there was a degree of pain.
"You’ll need to cover your eyes first."
"Why?" Wen Xiao’ai was very puzzled.
What was wrong with Jun Moyan? Why was he acting so strange?
"I want to give you a surprise."
"Surprise?"
Finally, Wen Xiao’ai showed so interest, cooperatively covering her eyes, and followed him out of the Soul Suppressing Hall, leaving the Netherworld behind...
After what seed like a long ti, Wen Xiao’ai finally felt the ground beneath her.
A familiar floral scent wafted into her nose, and the sound of wind rustling through leaves greeted her ears.
It felt like a leaf or maybe a petal brushed past her ear and landed on her shoulder.
"Are we there?" Wen Xiao’ai tightly held Jun Moyan’s hand, unsure of where they were.
Jun Moyan looked at her, slowly raised his hand to touch the silk covering her eyes, but in the end, didn’t dare to take it off.
His hand slowly lowered to her face, and his gaze kept wandering over her features.
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