Weilluo looked at my exhausted self, somewhat excited, as if he was more eager to leave than I was.
This time, my mind was full of Shuizi Xiu’s voice and the silver-masked man. I knew that Shuizi Xiu and I must have some connection, must have a significant relationship. I didn’t want to be tortured by those inexplicable images anymore. I must figure out what connection I had with Shui Luo Cang.
I looked at his overly joyful face: “Let’s go back to the imperial city. There are still some things I cannot let go of.” I said to Weilluo softly, not daring to look at his expression.
He held me in his arms, and I felt a violent tremor from behind, but Wei Luo was ultimately Wei Luo. His depth and composure would not allow himself to show any emotional breakdown in front of others. He said nothing, just gently let me go.
“You ultimately cannot let go, can you?” His calm voice finally rang out, like a wounded child yet so profound that it was impossible to fathom.
I looked up at his sorrowful expression. I never believed in love at first sight, never believed that Wei Luo would fall deeply in love with me at first glance. In fact, I knew that perhaps it was because I looked like someone, or perhaps from the moment he saw me, he had already incorporated me into his chess game.
“Take me back.”
I ultimately cannot escape those conflicts, or perhaps I have simply moved from one cage to another!” I said faintly, never letting go of my suspicions about Wei Luo in my heart. Even though he had rescued me, these years had taught me one thing: no one can be trusted, including myself.
