Despair, wanting so badly to leave, to be free, yet helpless to do anything.
If she were to be locked up for life, death might be a more rciful release.
An Ruo’s gaze shifted to the vase next to her, knowing that if she smashed it, she could use a shard to slit her wrists and end it all.
The fact that she, who always cherished life, was contemplating death showed just how disheartened she had beco.
Xingtian pushed the door open and followed her gaze to the vase, imdiately discerning her intentions.
His eyes darkened slightly as he walked slowly over to her, his expression softening with a hint of tenderness.
Holding her shoulders, he asked softly, "Are you bored? Let’s go fishing."
"When will you let go?" An Ruo asked coldly, not looking at him.
"Go where?"
"Let go ho."
The man curved his attractive thin lips into a smile and said, "This is your ho."
An Ruo furrowed her brows, her tone even colder, "This is not my ho! Xingtian, I don’t hate you, but please let go. Don’t make grow to despise you completely one day."
Xingtian looked off into the distance with her, unconcerned by her words, and spoke indulgently, "An Ruo, do you rember what that fortune-teller said? He said we are fated as husband and wife, I believe that must be true."
An Ruo recalled what had happened that day, no wonder he had secretly provided the fortune-teller with his birth details, he had been afraid she would sense sothing was amiss.
"You actually believe that? I don’t believe it at all." she said mockingly, tugging at the corner of her mouth.
Xingtian smiled and declared, "I believe, it’s true. We will really beco husband and wife."
Confused, An Ruo looked at him; he slightly turned his face, the left half of his silver mask facing her, casting a faint, cold gleam.
His deep, black eyes t hers, lips parting slightly, "I have already had people start the preparations. Next month, we will have our wedding. Then I will give you this island as a dowry."
An Ruo was so angry that she trembled, her teeth clenched as she growled, "I won’t marry you! Don’t waste your effort!"
Xingtian held her shoulders firmly and spoke earnestly, "An Ruo, I don’t want to hurt you, to make you sad. But we must have the wedding, I must make you my wife. Only by making you my wife, by forming a family with you, will your heart gradually accept . I’m determined to marry you, so don’t resist, and don’t make it too hard for yourself."
He was serious and would not allow her to refuse.
An Ruo felt even more hopeless, pushing him away emotionally, and shouted furiously, "I said I won’t marry, I’d rather die than marry!"
"An Ruo, don’t be like this. What’s so bad about marrying ?" Xingtian stepped forward, and she imdiately took a step back.
"Xingtian, I don’t love you, I will not marry you."
The man’s eyes suddenly darkened, and he asked her emotionlessly, "You still love Tang Yuchen, don’t you?"
Without any intention to hide it anymore, An Ruo nodded straightforwardly.
"Yes, I love Tang Yuchen, he has always been the one I love. In this lifeti, I will only love him, I won’t love anyone else, so you can give up on that idea!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Xingtian’s expression changed. His face and eyes filled with a chilling and ominous air.
An Ruo suddenly regretted provoking him—what if he, out of displeasure, decided to kill Tang Yuchen and Kangkang?
When Xingtian took a step closer to her, this ti, she dared not dodge.
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