Tiro had wanted to spend more ti talking with Rong Rong, but since Tifya had co with him, he had no choice but to agree reluctantly. He took Tifya and the servants and left.
Watching them leave, Rong Rong asked Fagle, "Grandpa, who are they? Why haven’t I seen them before?"
Fagle smiled and said, "They are your grandfather Teirhaus’s grandson and foster granddaughter. Previously, it was their parents who represented Teirhaus to visit . Perhaps because these two children have grown up, Teirhaus wanted to let them see the world, so he sent them here this ti. Rong Rong, this Tiro may co from a good background and is the Northern Sword Saint’s nad disciple, but I don’t really like his disposition. You should stay away from him. Moreover, it seems that his relationship with his foster sister is quite unusual. Ah—if only that young rcenary could be at my service, how great that would be!"
Rong Rong replied carelessly, as if she didn’t take it seriously. After all, Tiro was a handso young man; it was impossible to say he held no attraction for her. How could rebellious Rong Rong heed Fagle’s advice?
Tiro escorted Tifya back to the luxurious room Fagle had arranged for her. Upon entering the room, Tiro imdiately closed the door behind them, wrapped his arms around Tifya from behind, and kept kissing her pale neck. Tifya’s body shuddered, and she struggled to break free from Tiro’s embrace, "Big brother, I, I don’t want to today..."
Tiro was taken aback by Tifya’s struggle, which only served to fuel the anger in him, "Tifya, what are you doing?"
Tifya lowered her head with a pleading tone, "Big brother, I’m a little tired, can we not do this today, please?"
Tiro leaped forward, grabbed Tifya in his arms, and said angrily, "You may not want to, but I do." He kissed her pretty face roughly and aggressively, stripping off her clothes. How could Tifya struggle free from Tiro’s strong arms? Despite her desperate struggles, Tiro kept a firm grip on her, and her clothes kept coming off one by one. Today, Tiro’s pride had been severely wounded after being defeated by Ah Dai, and Rong Rong had ignited the desire in his heart. Now, he vented it all on Tifya’s delicate body, holding her as he flew onto the bed, waving his hand to extinguish the light, and kept demanding from Tifya.
Tears uncontrollably poured from Tifya’s eyes. More than a year ago, she gave in to Tiro’s persistent pleas and lost her chastity to him. This ti Tiro, diverging from his usual gentle deanor, was ravaging her wildly. The forceful impacts caused Tifya imnse heartache. Clenching the bedsheet tightly, scenes from Nino Small Town kept flashing before her eyes...
"Ah Dai, when I grow up, will you marry ?"
"What does it an to marry?"
"To marry is to be your wife and take care of you for life! I’ll take that as your agreent, and you’re not allowed to back out. From now on, I am your fiancée, Ah Dai. You must treat well."
"Fiancée? Oh, alright then, I’ll give you an extra Stead Bun every day..."
All the mories were so vivid, as if they were spoken just yesterday. But now she could no longer be Ah Dai’s wife, for she had betrayed him. What face did she have to go see him now? Ah Dai, why? Why has fate mocked like this, allowing us to et but not to recognize each other? Ah Dai, how I wish to warm myself with you under a tattered cotton coat again! But I, I am not worthy. I am no longer fit to be your wife.
After a bout of frenzied venting, Tiro finally found his release. He lay breathless on top of Tifya, feeling her icy tears on her face, which startled him. He shook his head vigorously, suddenly much more clearheaded. What was going on with him today? Why had he beco so crazy?
"Tifya, I’m sorry, I, I was too impulsive. That foolish boy humiliated today, which is why I lost control like this. Please, don’t be mad at ."
Tifya was silent, seemingly bereft of all vitality, lying there motionlessly.
Tiro frowned, rolled off Tifya’s delicate body, and pulled her into his arms to comfort her, "Don’t cry, I won’t be like this again. I know you’re tired, go to sleep now."
Tifya kept silent, knowing clearly that after seeing Ah Dai today, she could no longer accommodate Tiro in her heart. The mories of Nino Small Town kept flashing in her mind.
Ah Dai left the City Lord’s Mansion in a dejected mood and touched the remaining Gold Coins in his pocket, thinking to himself that being a rcenary was not easy. If his skills had not been high enough, he would probably have died at Tiro’s hands by now. Forget it, why think about this? They were Nobles, after all, with their style of living. Now that he had travel expenses, he should hurry back to see his teacher Goris. Though he comforted himself in this way, Tifya’s familiar face still kept flashing before his eyes.
Four days later, following the map’s directions, Ah Dai finally crossed DeLun Province and entered Varangian Province. The increasingly familiar scenery around him made Ah Dai forget all his troubles—Yue Yue, Rong Rong, Xing Er, Tifya, none of them mattered at that mont. Now, all he wanted was to see his teacher Goris as soon as possible. In his heart, Goris was the second person more important to him than Stead Bun, even more important than Rong Rong.
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