I tried to remain calm and met his gaze, laughing: “I don’t want to be the third party destroying someone’s marriage. I’d be condemned by social moral judgment.”
“What if it were just the two of us?” he pressed, his white misty eyes showing an almost desperate light.
This time I didn’t avoid the question. I seriously thought about it and spoke directly without much consideration:
ust the two of us, we’d roam the world and wander the rivers and lakes! Provided there’s no Lang Yue, no Night Mountain, no imperial court, no Night Mountain’s intention to expand to the plains, no you as the king… hehe, seems like quite a lot. Unfortunately, it looks like we’re destined not to be together.”
If he had straightforwardly answered that he was willing, I might have been truly touched and let go of everything to be with him. Roaming the world would be another matter altogether.
But unfortunately, at that moment, he hesitated, stepping back two steps, his shock evident in his eyes. Compared to the love he spoke of, he loved Night Mountain more, loved expanding its territory more… I really couldn’t understand why everyone who wanted to marry me loved politics so much, loved plotting schemes so much. Liu Yu was like this back then, and Night Lock was the same now.
He stared at me speechlessly. I lowered my head, turned around, and walked out quickly, warning myself I was just speaking casually, that his reaction meant nothing to me, nothing…
Looking at Langyue and the two attendants before me, I quickly surveyed the surrounding environment – it was the new room where the喜 character had not been removed, the喜 curtain still hanging. More than a month had passed, yet she had not moved a bit. It seemed her love for Yesuo far exceeded my imagination…
I curled up in the corner, my hands pillowed on my bent knees, half my face buried in my arms, raising my eyes to silently watch Langyue wrap her bleeding hand layer by layer with white cloth. The two attendants, afraid of further punishment, quietly withdrew from the room.
