Qing Yue poured himself a glass of water from the coffee table. Upon hearing Xia Xin’s words, he slightly smiled and said, "Let give you a piece of advice: I think you’d better not disturb the two of them right now."
Xia Xin was taken aback, "Why?"
Qing Yue clicked his tongue, "Because they’re fighting right now."
Xia Xin: "??? Fighting, how is that possible?"
Qing Yue held his cup, smiling mischievously, "Didn’t you notice sothing was off with the Abbot’s mood today?"
Xia Xin was puzzled, "And so?"
Qing Yue took a sip of water, "I guess they’re settling so scores."
Xia Xin’s eyes were full of question marks.
Qing Yue smiled playfully, "Your Abbot probably won’t let Third Brother off easily."
Hearing this, Xia Xin couldn’t help but look upstairs.
At the sa ti.
Jiangli had just entered the room and intended to close the door, but upon seeing Fu Shiyan following her, she raised an eyebrow, "What’s this, Fu, with so many rooms in your house, you insist on sharing one with ?"
Fu Shiyan stared at her.
Jiangli suddenly felt inexplicably irritable. She pushed the door open, "If you want to co in, then co in."
After speaking, she turned and entered the room.
Fu Shiyan followed her in.
Jiangli stood a few steps away, watching him.
Just as Fu Shiyan closed the door, Jiangli moved imdiately.
She threw a punch straight at Fu Shiyan’s face.
Fu Shiyan stood there motionless, neither dodging nor avoiding.
Jiangli’s punch’s montum brushed against his face, yet he remained still.
Jiangli cursed silently, her fist dropped, landing a hit squarely on his shoulder.
She didn’t hold back at all with that punch, using all her strength.
Fu Shiyan staggered back a few steps from the hit, frowning slightly. After stabilizing himself, he looked up at her, "Feeling better?"
Jiangli sneered, but bringing it up only made her angrier.
She lifted her leg and kicked toward Fu Shiyan.
Still, Fu Shiyan didn’t dodge or avoid, seemingly willing to let Jiangli hit him until she vented all her anger.
Jiangli’s expression grew darker, and she kicked the door beside her violently.
With a loud bang, it seed like the whole building shook along with it.
Downstairs, Xia Xin jumped, exclaiming, "Wow, damn... The ancestors, they’re really fighting??"
Qing Yue just smiled without replying.
The door upstairs shook several tis but stubbornly survived.
Jiangli looked at Fu Shiyan, suddenly feeling a bit tired. She took a long breath and said, "I want to rest for a while."
She issued an eviction order.
Upon hearing this, Fu Shiyan walked over and grabbed Jiangli’s wrist.
Realizing what he intended, Jiangli tried to shake off his hand.
But Fu Shiyan just pulled her into a hug.
Jiangli imdiately heard a sigh.
"It’s my fault."
A pang struck Jiangli’s heart, her eyes turned red, and she clenched her hands tightly.
Fu Shiyan touched her hair’s end, "It’s all my fault."
Jiangli sneered, "How can it be your fault? It’s my fault for not recognizing that you are Divine Monarch Ying Ming."
As soon as Fu Shiyan heard this, he knew she was still angry. Holding Jiangli, he familiarly squeezed her fingers, a gesture he had done countless tis.
So actions, done repeatedly, always connect to certain mories.
Jiangli trembled slightly, overwheld with infinite grievance.
The next second, she opened her mouth and bit Fu Shiyan’s shoulder.
Fu Shiyan frowned slightly but said nothing.
Jiangli soon tasted a hint of iron in her mouth, prompting her to release her bite.
When she spoke again, her voice was full of grievance and choked sobs.
"Did you recognize a long ti ago? Why didn’t you acknowledge ?"
"When I ca out, everyone I knew was gone. I was all alone here. You clearly recognized , so why didn’t you acknowledge ?"
She repeated this over and over.
Fu Shiyan touched the back of her neck, "It’s my fault. There were so problems I hadn’t resolved earlier, your mory hadn’t recovered, and I didn’t want to upset you."
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