“Lingzhou, that’s not what I meant. You know that. Su Wan was just overly loyal to her master, which led her to do such absurd things…”
“I don’t care.” Lingzhou interrupted Yun Yichen’s excuse. He could keep his promise to Li Bi Han, but did he remember the promises he made to her? Lingzhou laughed self-deprecatingly. “Yun Yichen, you’re too forgetful. You’ve frequently broken your word recently, and now you’re suddenly so committed to keeping a promise? Or are my promises insignificant to you?!”
“Lingzhou, stop talking about this.”
” He was somewhat angry. All of this was caused by her, yet he was the one being criticized. Did he want any of this to happen?
“…” Ling Zhou bit her lower lip and said nothing, wondering how things had come to this.
“General, you don’t need to plead for Su Wan,” Su Wan looked at Ling Zhou contemptuously. “Even if I die, I won’t accept her false sympathy.”
With that, Su Wan pulled out a sharp dagger from her side boot and without hesitation slit her own throat. Bright red blood spurted out like a blazing sun, staining Ling Zhou’s clothes.
Blood, again blood. The fiery red liquid made Ling Zhou feel a chill, an uncontrollable fear climbing up her heart. The surging in her chest made her unable to suppress her retching.
Is he the one you love?
Ling Zhou sat by the window, blankly staring at the dimming sky once again. Days passed, and the three-month deadline was approaching. However, there was not even a shadow of Yu Ling; no, not even a strand of hair. Could he be like Yun Yi Hen, just making an empty promise, leaving future decisions to their whim?
And Yun Yi Hen, during Su Wan’s recent assassination attempt, actually disregarded her life and said he would let her go, claiming it was a promise to Li Bi Han.
Why could promises to Li Bi Han be fulfilled, while promises to her remained distant? Ling Zhou laughed at herself again. It was better this way. Too much entanglement couldn’t resolve the problems between them. Keeping distance was better for both.
Yes! Just like this! Covering herself with a blanket, Ling Zhou didn’t want to think anymore. Everything about Yun Yi Hen would fade away, and one day she would forget everything completely.
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