Heartache, heartbreak, anger, regret, self-blame...

Almost every negative emotion in the world was surging in Xiao Heye's eyes.

That suffocating, heart-wrenching tearing sensation gradually eroded and devoured his remaining rationality.

At this moment, that extremely crazy thought popped into Xiao Heye's mind again.

He wanted to destroy, he only wanted to destroy. He was truly tired of this hypocritical and filthy world, and tired of living there.

Let's just perish together.

...

Su Tiyue looked up at him, opened her mouth, wanting to ask Xiao Heye why he had only arrived now...

She wanted to say that she was terrified just now.

She wanted to say that she was in a lot of pain, that she hurt all over...

She had so much more to say...

But Su Tiyue couldn't open her mouth; the emperor was still there.

Su Tiyue didn't dare to say anything, she just looked at him silently, and then shed tears of grievance.

Xiao Heye helped her sit on a pear wood chair, then went to the chaise lounge by the window and took a plush blanket to cover Su Tiyue.

"Your Majesty, may I do something for you...?"

Xiao Heye squatted down, his eyes red, and spoke to her in a gentle, patient, and careful manner, as if he were coaxing a child.

As for why he squatted down...

Xiao Heye was very tall, so every time Su Tiyue spoke to him while standing, she always had to tilt her head back...

At this moment, Su Tiyue sat upright in the chair, like a fragile jasmine flower, as if it would wither at the slightest touch.

Xiao Heye didn't want her to look up anymore; he'd rather squat on the ground himself...

Even kneeling on both knees...

Xiao Heye didn't want her to tilt her head back or even frown anymore.

Su Tiyue nodded slightly.

Her pupils were like pools of water, and as her eyes moved, the fear in them slowly faded away.