Chapter 1599: Chapter 1598: The Real Lingering Execution Arrives_1
“It ans I’ll try more things in the future, and won’t limit my focus to just relationships. My world shouldn’t be occupied by just one person; it should be more vibrant and colorful.”
Qiao Xiaomai didn’t hide her thoughts.
Before, she was competing with Tong Sanlang and also with herself.
She couldn’t let go.
But today’s events changed her thinking, today’s events were so interesting! She had made history in this ti and space!
Watching those people unable to accept her yet also unable to defeat her, having to swallow their frustration, was just too exhilarating!
She suddenly liked this feeling.
It ant she could make better choices; she didn’t have to live so repressed.
Upon hearing her explanation, Tong Sanlang felt as if his heart had been stabbed, and he pressed his lips tightly together, “You…”
Beyond that one word, he didn’t know what to say.
The situation he had feared most had happened.
Qiao Xiaomai had found sothing new that interested her, sothing new had entered her world.
From now on, he was no longer her only one, no longer the focal point of her attention; her gaze was about to shift…
Pain, an unprecedented pain spread throughout his body, his eyes grew hot, and he even started to tremble, “What, what can I do to be forgiven?”
“Xiaomai, what can I possibly do for you to forgive ?”
“There is no unforgiveness.” Qiao Xiaomai still had her eyes closed, and her voice was very calm, “Tong Sanlang, you should be happy for , actually. My temperant might change; it won’t be extre anymore.”
“I just have my own interests now; I’m not being unfaithful, so what are you afraid of?”
Tong Sanlang didn’t answer. What was he afraid of?
He feared that after Qiao Xiaomai found sothing new to interest her, she might find soone new to interest her too. Before, she devoted all her energy and attention to him; she didn’t see anyone else.
But it wouldn’t be like that in the future…
“I’m sorry.” He apologized again, “I’m really sorry.”
“Forget it, it’s all in the past now, let’s not talk about it,” Qiao Xiaomai said. “Let’s sleep early; we have to go to the Palace tomorrow.”
“Do you think I can sleep after you’ve said those things?” Tong Sanlang asked.
“I suggest it’s better for you to sleep; staying up will only wear you out, and you’ve already felt what happens when you’re not in good health.”
These words indeed struck Tong Sanlang to the core.
Having been useless for half a year, he was, of course, aware of this.
He bit his teeth and settled his body into bed, sleep, go to sleep.
Reason told him he should sleep, but how could he possibly sleep under these circumstances?
He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, while Qiao Xiaomai beside him quickly felt the effects of her excitent wearing off, and then she happily slipped into dreamland.
Listening to her even breathing, Tong Sanlang felt even worse.
Previously, even when he was too ill to move, things were not so bad, because back then Qiao Xiaomai was willing to engage with him.
But now, Qiao Xiaomai had let go.
That was the real torture, the real agony.
What to do?
What to do?
The panic of losing Qiao Xiaomai kept Tong Sanlang awake all night. The next morning, he was extrely haggard, his chest was stifling, and his whole body was so weak he could hardly muster any strength. He was sick again.
He had planned to go to the Palace to discuss the Journey to the West with Yang Wenxiao, but this had to be postponed. Qiao Xiaomai sent soone to fetch Bei Lingsu.
Spiritual Spring water could only help with conditioning; when one’s body was truly in trouble, dicine was still needed.
Bei Lingsu rushed over, took Tong Sanlang’s pulse, then prescribed dicine—there was no serious issue, just a knot of repressed energy in his chest that had turned into illness.
“What happened between you two again?” Bei Lingsu couldn’t help but ask.
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