Chapter 1069: Chapter 1063: The Buried Truth
“Zhonglin…”
As everyone stood around in a daze, this soft, bone-deep voice sent a shudder through everyone.
At the sa ti, Jie Zhonglin snapped back to his senses and barked at the bewildered group at the door, “Get out!”
Startled, everyone shook, hurried out of the room, and thoughtfully closed the door behind them.
“Xintong, do you recognize ?” Jie Zhonglin asked, overwheld with excitent.
It was fortunate that he had co.
Originally, he had been reluctant to lead this dangerous team deep into enemy territory as his brother had ordered. Although he feared nothing, he also did not wish to perish before showing his valor on the battlefield.
As a general, he believed he should die on the battlefield, not in an ambiguous death in so foreign land.
If they, disguised as rchants, were to be killed, he might amount to nothing.
But now, he was profoundly grateful for his brother’s tyrannical dictates. If not for him, he would not have co here today, seen her, saved her.
“Zhonglin…” Miss Du clung to him tighter, her body soft as a pool of Qingshui, her gaze still hazy. Jie Zhonglin hesitated before realizing with a start that she was calling out his na unconsciously, not recognizing him.
This left him sowhat disappointed, but an instant later, he was brimming with surprise.
Why would she call out his na under such circumstances?
She used to love him; that much he had always known—she had insisted on fulfilling their marriage agreent.
But later, she had let go. After repeated hurt, she had released her attachnt, a fact he was equally aware of. Now, however, listening to her soft murmurs, sothing long dormant within him reignited.
“Xintong, do you still think of , is that it?”
“I’m so hot!” Miss Du tore at her own clothes and rubbed her burning skin against his cool flesh, burrowing into his chest.
Jie Zhonglin watched her, his mouth going dry.
But he was lucid now; she had taken sothing, an aphrodisiac; otherwise, she would never act like this. She was a well-educated maiden of a reputable family.
Jie Zhonglin pushed Miss Du away, saying in a low voice, “Hang in there, the water will be here soon.”
Where had Cuiya gone to fetch water? Why had she not returned?
But to his surprise, Miss Du, whom he had just pushed onto the bed, clung to him again, a tear trailing down the corner of her eye.
“Don’t push away, give a chance, please. I will treat you well, better than Wanqing ever did…”
She clung to him tenderly, her eyes filled with years of sadness for her unrequited longing.
She pleaded with him pitifully, a posture as low as dust.
Once upon a ti, she had been just that—gazing up from the dust at him, hoping for a backward glance. But such waiting ended in utter despair until their connection faded entirely.
By the ti he turned back, she no longer had the strength to wait.
Perhaps the drug had dredged her deepest yearnings from within her heart, laying them bleeding before him.
If Miss Du had ever harbored a ‘sexual’ fantasy in her life, it was solely of Jie Zhonglin.
Under the strong influence of the drug, her mind was consud by him, the sealed mories, the truth she never wished to face in her life.
Jie Zhonglin was stunned, his heart aching so intensely that he could hardly breathe.
Those years when he had never noticed her—how lowly she was and how cruel he was—he had despised her as much as she was miserable.
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