"No way, who would shoot themselves? I certainly wouldn't... uh, I'm not saying you're lying..." Meeting the man's cold gaze, Mu Xiaoxiao couldn't continue: "Little Flower, I'm sorry... Maybe you should beat me... I can see you're feeling terrible, you'd better let me go, staying here will only torture you more and make you more painful..."
"No!" The man in the flower-patterned robe blurted out, standing straight, stubbornly saying: "Unless I let go, you'll accompany me for life!" His voice was high-pitched and rough, full of oppression. After saying this, he flung his sleeve and strode away.
Supported by his anger, the man in the flower-patterned robe walked far before stopping, turning back to see Mu Xiaoxiao still standing there, her expression unreadable. He stared blankly until tears of tenderness flowed from his eyes. I'm sorry, Xiaoxiao, I must have scared you, I'm sorry, I should have silently watched over you, I shouldn't have forced you, I'm sorry...
Suddenly, it started snowing! This second winter snow came more suddenly and more fiercely than the last. Large snowflakes scattered on the man's clothes and face, turning into crystal-clear droplets. He sighed deeply and continued walking.
"Send people to spread rumors that Long Yutian has been shot dead in battle," the man in the flower-patterned robe ordered.
As the rumors spread, the man's subordinates were all excited, feeling they were close to success, about to be enfeoffed and rewarded. Meanwhile, Mu Xiaoxiao was planning the escape details with Lan Xiachen and the ten-person Su family group. Mainly due to the ten-person group's efforts - they had traveled through Xiao City, understanding the terrain and defenses, and had a solid plan for the escape route.
Since the man in the flower-patterned robe spoke those words to Mu Xiaoxiao, he hadn't been interested in seeing her. This was the perfect opportunity to escape!
Goodbye, Little Flower
