Chapter 176 It Can Only Be Me

At this moment, the only people left in this world were Ye Qingyu, who was unable to move because his blood vessels were stung by the breeze, and Qingyi, who was standing still in the yard like a wooden chicken. It seemed very quiet and peaceful.

Qing Yi felt his mind was a bit confused. What on earth did Qing Feng mean by that? His intuition told him that there was something else behind his words. Qing Feng was not a talkative person, so he definitely didn't simply tell him that the drug Xiao Ye was poisoned with was called "Love".

Qing Yi analyzed Qing Feng's words one by one: "The only way to remove the drug's effects is...?"

What on earth does this mean? Qing Yi couldn't help but pat his head, feeling that there was a key point he hadn't figured out, but he couldn't figure it out for a while, so he could only stand there blankly, lost in thought.

Qing Yi stood there in the yard, stunned, for about a quarter of an hour. Silence, like an invisible hand, gradually soothed the rage burning in his heart.

Qing Yi calmed down. He planned to take another look at Ye Qingyu, the person he had cherished and thought about so much. Yes, it was once, but now it seemed that she no longer belonged to him alone.

Qing Yi walked into the room slowly.

Ye Qingyu was stunned by the breeze and sat motionless on the bed, but he could hear with his ears, see with his eyes, and even speak. When he saw Qingyi walk in, his eyes met his, but he was silent. Only those handsome eyes were filled with crystal tears.

Neither of them spoke, just staring at each other and sizing each other up. They were familiar and intimate, yet seemed to be looking at each other like strangers.

Finally, Ye Qingyu moved his lips slightly and whispered two words: "Help me."

The voice was gentle, yet it held an irresistible allure. Qing Yi's heart trembled, and he unconsciously walked closer, caressing Ye Qingyu's beautiful eyes with his warm palms, feeling the slightly trembling eyelashes, then her cheeks, delicate and smooth, and even unable to help but touch her cold lips with his thumb.

"Help me." Ye Qingyu's "love" had not been resolved. The discomfort in her body became even more unbearable with the touch of the person in front of her.

"Who am I?" Qing Yi's slender eyes were filled with scrutiny and deep affection.

"help me..."

"I can't help you, Xiaoye." Qingyi's voice was filled with helplessness and determination. "Don't blame me, I really like you and I love you. But I can't tolerate you being intimate with others. Even if that was not your intention, it happened after all. Do you know, when I saw you and Ruyi being intimate, I was completely crazy, jealous to death! An uncontrollable murderous intent surged in my heart. I wanted to kill people, kill everyone!"

Qing Yi took a step back. "I'm sorry, Xiao Ye, I can't stay any longer, or I'll lose control of my emotions. No matter what, I don't want to hurt you." With that, Qing Yi resolutely turned around and walked out of the room without even glancing at Ye Qingyu. He was afraid, afraid that if he turned back, he wouldn't be able to bear to leave.

Qing Yi walked slowly this time, knowing that this time was completely different from three years ago. Three years ago, though they had separated, their hearts still held memories, their hearts still connected, each clinging to the other in love. This time, however, was a true farewell, and from then on, they would go their separate ways. One remained the noble young prince of the Northwest, the other remained the free-spirited disciple of the Demonic Cult.

Qing Yi walked slowly, recalling every little detail of the past. Even today, when they were separated, he never regretted sacrificing himself to help Xiao Ye detoxify. His love for Xiao Ye was so intense and passionate that he would never regret it in his lifetime.

But his love is focused and extremely passionate, yet it is also fiercely resolute and overbearing, and he does not allow others to interfere.

Qingyi thought of Xiaoye's eyes looking at him, so beautiful, and remembered Xiaoye's words "Help me". Xiaoye must need him, but he still left so decisively.

Qing Yi laughed self-deprecatingly. "Perhaps the King of the Northwest is a better judge of people than Xiao Ye. I really am not a reliable person! But fortunately, even if I leave, Xiao Ye still has Qing Feng and Qing Qing by her side. They are the ones who truly protect Xiao Ye and never ask for anything in return."

Thinking of this, Qing Yi's mind flashed back to what Qing Feng had said when he had just stopped him. Why had Qing Feng insisted on saying that? The phrase in Xiao Ye's poem was called "Zhong Qing" (zhong qing). Haha, what a good name. "Zhong Qing?" Whose affection was it?

Suddenly, something clicked in Qing Yi's mind. He paused, frowning, muttering, "Love? Only sex can undo the effects of the drug."

Qing Yi turned around and ran towards the room as fast as an arrow. He secretly complained: This damn Qing Feng, why didn't he just say it directly! He almost missed it and almost left!

"Xiao Ye?" Qing Yi had just reached the door when he suddenly became uneasy and his steps became hesitant. He had just said so many heartless things, would Xiao Ye blame him?

Ye Qingyu was still sitting motionless on the bed, but her originally bright and beautiful eyes were already filled with tears, but she was trying hard not to let them fall.

"Xiao Ye, I'm sorry." Qing Yi was anxious and took two steps at a time to quickly move forward. He hugged the person who was close to his heart tightly, as if the person would disappear if he let go.

With this hug, Ye Qingyu's tears finally flowed down his cheeks, wetting Qingyi's blue shirt. It seemed that he had suffered more grievances than Qingyi.

"Please, help me." Ye Qingyu whispered, with a hint of trembling in his voice.

"Xiao Ye...who am I?" Qing Yi asked again, his eyes full of affection.

"Qing Yi..." Before Ye Qingyu could finish his words, a gentle breath brushed across his face. Qing Yi reached out and untied his acupoints.

Ye Qingyu's body, which had been suffering for so long, finally had something to lean on. He couldn't wait to move closer to the person in front of him, as if wanting to completely merge into his embrace. Qing Yi had rarely seen Xiao Ye so proactive and eager. His originally resentful heart finally calmed under the passionate touch of the young prince of the northwest.

"Xiao Ye, remember, the person in front of you is me, and it can only be me." Qing Yi leaned close to Ye Qingyu's ear and whispered softly, his voice full of intimacy and domineering.