Aoqian knew that Song Xiwei had always been intelligent.

She could see all his emotional fluctuations; even if she didn't say anything, she could sense them.

She'll ask if she cares, like she does now; otherwise, like a few days ago, she'll ignore it.

Aoqian felt conflicted. At this moment, he realized that since Song Xiwei cared about him, he had no reason to be angry with her.

I don't even understand my own thoughts, so why should I impose them on her?

"Would you kill Haoran?" Aoqian asked.

Their eyes met, and Song Xiwei's beautiful eyes reflected Ao Qian's aloof face.

"No." Song Xiwei replied without hesitation.

Disappointment flashed in Aoqian's eyes. "Didn't you say he was a bad person? Why didn't you kill him? Or do you still have a sliver of hope that he's a good person? You can even forgive and forget about how you treated him so disrespectfully?"

Aoqian's voice grew deeper with each sentence, revealing his displeasure.

"Once we find his master, whether he lives or dies will be decided by his master." Song Xiwei coaxed softly, "Killing is easy, but it's the last thing I want to do. I don't want you to kill either. Hands are for feeling warmth and beauty. It doesn't feel good to be stained with other people's blood. What do you think?"

After saying that, Song Xiwei pinched Ao Qian's face lightly, but even so, it still made Ao Qian's face turn red.

Aoqian didn't seem to have taken in much of Song Xiwei's words, but his ears turned slightly red.

Before Song Xiwei could pull her hand away, Aoqian raised his hand and grasped it tightly. "I promise you, I won't kill anyone easily, but you must also promise me that if anyone ever mistreats you again, even if I don't kill them, I'll make them wish they were dead! I promise you you won't dare to have any more improper thoughts!"

Ao's tone was filled with a reckless and aggressive rage.

Song Xiwei knew where this hostility came from.

Aoqian simply disliked that such inferior beings engaged in such vile behavior.

In Song Xiwei's view, Aoqian should be inexperienced in matters of the heart and be a very conservative and shy young man.

They disdain such frivolous and dissolute behavior.

"Don't worry, although I'm a kind-hearted person, I'm not the type to suffer losses." After saying that, Song Xiwei scratched Aoqian's palm.

He watched helplessly as Aoqian's face turned completely red.

She laughed, thinking to herself, "I wonder who will benefit from this in the future. What will it be like for such a pure-hearted young lord to cherish his beloved!"

Aoqian felt that when Song Xi smiled, the world lost its color, and he was completely overwhelmed, his heart pounding like thunder.

With his eyes darting around, Aoqian was about to speak when he heard Xiaozhuang exclaim in surprise.

The two rushed out and saw Xiao Zhuang fall in the snow.

Upon seeing the two of them, Xiao Zhuang said, "Someone broke through the barrier and rescued Haoran!"

“Hmm.” Song Xiwei didn’t seem surprised by this.

Aoqian looked at her and immediately understood her intention, "You deliberately let Haoran be rescued?"

"Young Master, this game is probably quite big. Hao Ran may have more than just Ze Lin behind him. Our future path may be more treacherous than we imagine."

Their eyes met, but she showed no sign of backing down. "However, what I do best is face challenges head-on. If everything is too easy, it's not very interesting."

Xiao Zhuang, listening from the side, was completely confused. "So, should we chase him or not? We still don't know where his master is! Besides, he spoke rudely to you. It's so unfair to let him leave unscathed!"

“Yes, even if he doesn’t die, at least he’ll be badly injured.” Aoqian responded to Xiaozhuang’s words for the first time.

Xiao Zhuang nodded in agreement, "Don't let me see him again, or else breaking an arm or a leg will be the least of my worries!"