She had no way of answering this question. She only knew that when she needed help the most, Zi Fei appeared. When she was most helpless, Zi Fei was by her side. He never put pressure on her and never asked.
She wants to repay, but he has always been silent and alone...
Love?
Maybe, like, maybe...
Staring at Xiaoxiao's ever-changing expression, sometimes calm, sometimes confused, and finally, a little shy and overwhelmed. Duan Yichen was completely angry, "Damn it! I don't allow you to fall in love with someone else! No! Did you hear that?
!”
He hugged her and held her in his arms, "Yingying, we can become ordinary people and live a plain and happy life. As long as you are willing, I will take you away!"
"It's too late," Xiaoxiao frowned, trying to push him away but couldn't. She sighed helplessly and looked at him, "I have always given you a chance, dreaming of my first time.
The one you loved will become the only one! But when you pushed me to Duan Yunyan, I actually gave up on you! What's the use of talking about it now? No one will stand there waiting for you to repent, no.
Because it’s not love, but because it’s hurt too much, my heart is hurt, my heart is broken, my heart is dead, there’s no way to make up for it, do you understand?”
"No! I don't understand!" Duan Yichen roared, holding her tightly, his evil eyes seemed to be spitting out fire, but there was a glimmer of crystal in his eyes...
His voice was slightly trembling, "You don't understand what second brother means to me. He has protected me since I was a child, preventing me from being ostracized by other brothers, and preventing me from being wronged at all. He even... To save me
I lost one of my legs. In order to repay him, I would also give up my life!" His handsome face was slightly distorted, and he said with a painful expression, "He left the palace depressed because of you, and his life or death is uncertain. You know
How much do I hate you? Despite this, I still can't restrain my heart and have been attracted to you from the beginning..."
He suddenly grabbed her hand and put it on his chest, "No matter how many times I remind myself, this is the person who hurt my second brother, but I just can't drive you away from here! Send you to him.
, is the most regretful thing I have ever done in my life! I blame myself and wish I could take you away from my second brother..."
A hot tear fell on the back of her hand. She was startled and stared at his red eyes and the tears on his cheeks...
Suddenly, he laughed at himself, "Not only you, but also I hate myself to death. Yingying, I said that your hatred can only be left to me. Now, please give it to me again. I don't expect you to forget it.
I will forgive you, I just want a chance to love you again and mend your heart again!"
His tone was cautious and flattering, and such a humble look made Xiaoxiao feel suffocated. She lowered her eyes, took a deep breath, and finally shook her head, smiling a little erratically, "I've been waiting for your words for a long time.
, I didn’t expect that it would be when I gave up.”
"Don't give up, I won't let you give up!" Duan Yichen hugged her suddenly, with such force that he tore the wound on his shoulder, causing the blood to bloom like an enchanting rose, "Your heart can only be mine!
"
Xiaoxiao didn't struggle and was so calm that it was scary.
"I'm sorry, it doesn't belong to you anymore."
Duan Yichen suddenly froze and stood there motionless, no longer charming and charming, no longer wanton and arrogant.
Gently, with almost no effort, she pushed him away and smiled softly, "Sixth Prince, I don't hate you, not at all, so you don't need to blame yourself."
After gaining enough courage, she stretched out her arms and hugged him, "Take care."
He turned around and wanted to leave, but behind him came his helpless murmur, "Stay, Yingying, I beg you, stay..."
She should be moved by Duan Yichen like this, but unfortunately, she can only be moved...
Xiaoxiao slowly took steps forward, step by step, getting further and further away from him.
This time, she knew that she would never have any unnecessary nostalgia for this man named Duan Yichen...
The person who stood frozen on the spot slowly raised his head, his red eyes fixedly looking at her back.
"Yingying..."
She never wants to look back. Is she really about to lose it?
Blood spread quietly along his clothes, which were so white that they were not stained by dust.
Suddenly, he spit out a mouthful of blood and stumbled unsteadily.
"Your Majesty!" Zhang Yu hurriedly stepped forward to support him.
"How can we keep her?" Duan Yichen half-closed his eyes, his lips stained red with blood, revealing a fatal and poignant temptation, "Tell me, what should I do..."
The moon is bright and beautiful, and the wind is like weeping and complaining.
When Xiaoxiao walked through the arch and came to the corridor, she bumped into Wuyan. He was holding a tray in both hands, with several pieces of blood-red gauze on it, and the medicine jar next to it exuded a strong herbal smell.
Staring at these things, Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, "Huh? This is..."
Wu Yan looked at his nose, nose to mouth, and said in a clear voice, "The master of the pavilion is injured."
"Zifei was injured?" Xiaoxiao was startled and ran towards Duan Zifei's room without thinking.
"Haha, Wuyan, when did you become capable of playing these little tricks?" At some point, Wuhen swayed his folding fan lightly and walked over with a contented look on his face. He glanced at her peach blossom eyes and said, "You understand, I understand."
His expression made Wuyan lower his eyes, "I only tell the truth."
Say nothing more and just pass him.
Wuhen pursed his lips and said with a smile, "It seems that honest people are not honest anymore."
Xiaoxiao was so anxious that she didn't even knock on the door, she just pushed it open and went in, "Zifei!"
Duan Zifei was facing her back and had just put on his clothes when he heard her voice.
"Zifei! Where are you injured?" Xiaoxiao didn't care so much. She rushed over, pulled off his clothes, and turned in front of him. Her upper body was thin and her skin was too white. When she saw
When I saw the wound on my abdomen, I stood there in a daze, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably.
"You...how were you injured?"
"It's okay." Duan Zifei put his clothes back on his body, his bland and emotionless words made people feel even more distressed.
Suddenly, Xiaoxiao raised her head and stared at him with a pair of big eyes in disbelief, "It's not in the way? What do you mean it's not in the way? Do you have to be carried in sideways to be in trouble?"
Duan Zifei lowered his eyes and turned around, "I will handle it."
Xiaoxiao wiped away her tears, walked around again, faced him face to face, and asked in a firm and persistent tone, "Tell me, how did you get this injury?"