From a distance, when I saw Xiaoxiao and Duan Zifei, their cold eyes contained too much complexity.
Before the boat could get closer, a figure with a black body had already flew over. Yan San and Yan Si were still on the boat, watching the movements here vigilantly.
"Seventh brother," Duan Xiaoqi faced him, not as cold as outsiders.
"Fourth brother," Duan Zifei raised his eyes, his calm and indifferent appearance was no different from before.
After giving him a slight nod, Duan Xiaoqi turned his attention to Xiaoxiao, and his cold and hard lines gradually melted, "Yingying, I heard that you were injured? How are you now? Are you feeling better?"
As long as it was her, he would not hide his concern.
Xiaoxiao smiled and said, "Much better. Thank you Fourth Prince for your concern." His distant attitude made his eyes dim instantly.
Vaguely, the person he saw was not Mo Ying, but another strange reborn soul. Although he didn't want to believe it or admit it, she did attract his attention more at this moment.
"Fourth Prince..." Duan Xiaoqi laughed to himself, "Haha, what a strange title. Why did our relationship evolve to this point?"
Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and shook her head, "Fourth Prince, the past should not be thought about anymore, just let it pass. If we really want to find out the reason, I am afraid that no one is wrong."
Xiaoxiao looked back at Duan Zifei and smiled, "You must have a lot to talk about, right? Then I won't disturb you." Without waiting for their answer, she turned around and left.
Her back was straight, as if she was deliberately pretending to be strong. She frowned, repeating the same sentence in her heart.
Zifei, don’t let me disappoint you...
Looking at her leaving, Duan Xiaoqi withdrew his reluctant gaze and immediately became indifferent, "Seventh brother, is there something going on between you and her that I don't know about?"
Duan Zifei didn't even tremble his eyebrows and said expressionlessly, "Is there something that you need to know?"
His thick eyebrows were raised, and his sharp eyes seemed to pierce his flesh, "The reason why you saved the Lin family was not because of my request, but because of your own will."
Duan Zifei raised his face, and the moonlight on the glistening river made him look even more handsome. His slightly thin figure was pure and light. The aura surrounding him was elegant and quiet, but there was a hint of danger.
"yes."
For the first time, he answered the question decisively and straightforwardly.
Her dark eyes slightly raised, "You like Mo Ying, don't you?"
"No." Duan Zifei looked at him, "It's Xiaoxiao."
Duan Xiaoqi was startled for a moment, but then he smiled in a low voice, "After changing her name and identity, does she become another person? In this way, you don't have to feel guilty?"
"Why do you feel guilty?" Chen Wuchen's eyes were free from any trace of sadness, "Who do you feel guilty for? Second brother? Fourth brother? Or sixth brother?"
He lowered his eyes and his tone was so calm that it was a little cold, "I don't have time to feel guilty for everyone who likes her."
A burst of anger slowly overflowed from Duan Xiaoqi's chest. He clenched his fists and said, "If it were someone else, I wouldn't do anything, but why should that person be you? You clearly know my feelings for her, and you understand.
We did all the things we did before, but we took her away quietly!"
"Fourth brother," compared to his anger, Duan Zifei seemed unusually calm, "Those are your business and have nothing to do with me."
"Zifei!" Duan Xiaoqi tensed up his face and said stiffly every word, "You would rather lose me, your fourth brother, than keep her by your side?"
At this time, Duan Zifei looked at him squarely, "I will be lost if I lose my fourth brother, and she will be lost if she loses me. Her feelings will always be higher than mine. So..." He also answered word for word, "I would rather
Lost my fourth brother."
Duan Xiaoqi frowned and looked at him with an almost unfamiliar look, "Zifei, I am the only one in the palace who is willing to treat you as a normal person. Even my father only treats you as the most important person."
A useful tool. But from now on, we will never be strangers to each other."
Duan Zifei looked at him quietly, "Fourth brother, this is your choice, not mine. However, I respect your choice."
Almost at the same time, the two turned around. Duan Zifei walked towards the cabin without any nostalgia, while Duan Xiaoqi flew back to the boat and whispered, "Go back."
"Your Majesty..." Yan Si reluctantly wanted to say something, but Yan San stopped him and shook his head at him.
The two silently turned the boat around and sailed back to their own ship.
Staring at the building boat on the river, Duan Xiaoqi's eyes became colder and colder, and his lips pursed into a cold arc...
Duan Zifei walked all the way to the stairs connecting the first and second floors. Looking at the little man hiding there, Xiaoxiao hugged her legs and sat there, lowering her head and biting her lips to prevent herself from crying.
"Come out."
She shook her head.
He frowned again, leaned down and pulled her out. When he saw the tears in the corners of her eyes, he slowly raised his hand and wiped them away with his cold fingertips.
Xiaoxiao raised her head and looked at him with eyes glistening with tears, "Zifei, thank you..."
Thank you for not letting her down, not making her feel dispensable, and not making her lose confidence in everyone around her.
He closed his eyes and said, "This is my choice, not yours."
Xiaoxiao couldn't control it anymore, and tears burst out. Until now, he still took everything on himself, not letting her feel the slightest burden. How could she not feel distressed by such a Zifei?
She grabbed his arm and choked with tears, "I, I caused you to lose your only relative...I suddenly felt that I was so hateful. I had nothing but trouble for you..."
Seeing her crying fiercely, his frown deepened a little, "No one can use you as a bargaining chip anymore. Even if I am the enemy of the world, I will not give up on you."
Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, shocked by his seemingly ordinary words...
"Zifei..." She lowered her head, cried and threw herself into his arms, hugging his thin waist tightly, burying her face in his chest which was not generous, but was the only one that could make her feel at ease, "even if everyone
I don’t want you anymore, and I will never leave you...I will always be your Xiaoxiao..."
He lowered his eyes, and his long and dense eyelashes cast a small row of shadows. His ridiculously beautiful face could not stop the tenderness that spread freely beyond his turbidity...
He raised his hand and gently hugged her. No need for too many words. She should have already understood what he wanted to say.