"Murong... Xitian!" Xia Ziluo instantly turned into a cat-like shape, looking pitifully at the furious Murong Xitian.
She was thinking about how to explain when she suddenly saw Ye Muran picking up a sword and stabbing Murong Xitian's throat from the side. At this time, Murong Xitian was not aware of it because he was looking at her with anger.
"Don't—" In the flash of lightning, Xia Ziluo rushed over desperately.
Ye Muran heard Xia Ziluo's exclamation, and before she had time to react, she had already rushed to Murong Xitian.
This scene happened so suddenly that even the battle-hardened Murong Xitian was half a beat too slow to react. When he finally came to his senses and hugged Xia Ziluo to hide, it was still a step too late.
The sword in Ye Muran's hand pierced Xia Ziluo's ears and temples, and a strand of black hair fell down.
"Luo'er——"
"Ziluo!"
With two exclamations, the two men were almost scared to death.
"I..." Xia Ziluo felt the wind blowing by her ears, which was chilly. She subconsciously reached out to touch it, but she touched blood on her hand, which was bright red.
The head is not lost, but the ears——
She was so frightened that her legs weakened and she fell into Murong Xitian's arms.
"Luo'er, Luo'er, don't scare me!" Seeing the blood on her hands, he thought she was seriously injured. Murong Xitian hugged her and shouted loudly.
"I...I'm fine..." Hearing Murong Xitian's anxious voice, Xia Ziluo finally came to his senses.
God, she almost died just now and almost never saw him again. Frightened, Xia Ziluo tightly grabbed Murong Xitian's clothes and stayed in his arms without letting go.
Murong Xitian sensed the fear of the person in his arms and hurriedly hugged her tightly in his arms. He was also afraid, and his heart almost stopped beating when she rushed towards him.
However, at this moment, he was her safe haven, and he wanted to make her feel at ease, so he tried his best to suppress his fear of losing her, and whispered softly in her ear, soothing her frightened heart: "Don't be afraid, let's go home."
"Yes." Xia Ziluo responded softly subconsciously. Because of his soft words and his warm embrace, his heart slowly calmed down and his body stopped shaking.
Murong Xitian's heart warmed because of Xia Ziluo's subconscious behavior after being frightened. Sure enough, she still had him in her heart, otherwise she wouldn't feel at ease just because he was around.
"Good boy, let's go home right now." He kissed her forehead affectionately and prepared to lift Xia Ziluo into his arms.
go home?
In an instant, all Xia Ziluo's rationality returned to its original position. How could she covet Murong Xitian's warmth? Murong Xitian was not hers, he belonged to Ye Zixuan.
Xia Ziluo didn't want to fall into the emotional spiral again, and she didn't want to suffer again. She had to be cruel to herself at this time and get over it once and for all.
"This is my home." Xia Ziluo pushed Murong Xitian away hard.
"Stop making trouble. You are the princess, and the palace is your home." Murong Xitian did not expect that Xia Ziluo would suddenly push him away and growled in surprise.
Xia Ziluo stared at Murong Xitian stubbornly: "No! We will make peace, so that home is yours, not mine. My home is here, and I will not go back with you."
"Don't mention those two words, go back!" The fire in Murong Xitian's heart started to burn again.
He didn't care what Xia Ziluo thought, she was his, and he would never leave him in this life. Murong Xitian strode forward, ignoring Xia Ziluo's struggle, and hugged her waist, holding her on his shoulders.
