After being kicked off the bed, the two of them shut their mouths at the same time. They both knew that Chi Musheng would not usually speak like that unless he was really angry.

In the silent air, moonlight streamed through the window onto Chi Musheng's self-deprecating face, and he chuckled softly.

"I'm sorry, I know what you're thinking, but I really can't like anyone right now."

Tu Shan Rongrong is a cautionary tale. Can you really be happy with someone you don't like?

The answer is still no.

"It's okay, Xiao Sheng, I can wait for you. You said that people should bravely pursue what they love, right?"

Dongfang Huaizhu put away her previous fierce demeanor and spoke in a gentle voice.

She didn't know why, but from the first time they met, the seed of liking had sprouted in her heart.

At that time, Chi Musheng's eyes were crystal clear, and his fair face was somewhat dirty and messy. He swayed and fell into her arms.

She initially thought he was a scoundrel trying to take advantage of her, so she pushed him away. It wasn't until he collapsed to the ground with a thud that she realized he had actually fainted from hunger.

Later, she brought Chi Musheng back to the rented room. At first, she thought she would give Chi Musheng some money and send him away. But gradually, she seemed reluctant to let this well-behaved little guy go.

She could have brought Chi Musheng back to Shenhuo Mountain Manor, but it was all because of that guy Jin Renfeng who spread false news about her father, saying that her father had urgent business with her. When she returned, the village that filled their memories was still in ruins.

She never found Chi Musheng, her beloved younger brother, again.

Now that I've finally found him, what would it mean if I lost him again, or just watched him leave? What would have been the point of my four years of searching?

"Sheng'er, I've done many wrong things. I don't really expect you to forgive me, but I still hope for a chance to make amends."

Huan Du Luolan dared not look Chi Musheng in the eye, and lowered her head, her small hands twisted together.

Actually, out of everyone, she was probably the one at the least advantageous, and in Chi Musheng's mind, she probably had the worst image.

But she wouldn't be willing to give up just like that.

Back then, her father stood out from tens of thousands of demons to marry her mother. If she gave up in the face of such a small difficulty, then her affection was far too cheap.

"If that's the case, can you still accept it?"

After saying that, Chi Musheng lifted his clothes, revealing the name engraved on his collarbone: Tu Shan Rongrong.

Huan Du Luolan stared in disbelief at how much he loved Tu Shan Rongrong that he would actually carve her name on his body. At that moment, her lips were filled with bitterness.

She wanted to say she could accept it, but her mind was in turmoil. Something that once belonged to her was now marked with someone else's name.

Is this the retribution for her not knowing how to cherish things?

Hahaha.

She fell silent at that moment, just like most people.

Seeing Huan Du Luolan's reaction, Chi Musheng felt relieved and somewhat at ease. Fortunately, the two of them would probably give up and not be able to accept the real him.

Frankly, someone like him has long since lost any reason to be loved, hasn't he?

He smiled and said dismissively.

"May you two leave my room now?"

Love or not, for him, was no longer a question. Rather than struggling in the turbulent river, he preferred to walk slowly in the rain alone with a small umbrella.

He has loved and been with people he didn't love. He left behind too many unclean traces, memories and the rings of time.

Huan Du Luolan was unwilling, but what could she do? She simply couldn't convince herself to be with someone whose name would forever be etched on her heart.

The name engraved there constantly reminds him that he belongs to someone else; he bears someone else's name—a master's mark on his servant.

Does the timing of our meeting really matter that much?

If I were the person I am now, and I had met him three years ago, would everything have been different?

Maybe, probably, possibly.

Huan Du Luolan turned around, a tear welling up in her eye, which she could no longer control, and it streamed down her cheek to her mouth as she tasted the bitter fruit of her actions.

Dongfang Huaizhu, her eyes bloodshot, gazed quietly at Chi Musheng, her expression filled with heartache and self-reproach, not disgust.

If she hadn't been deceived and had brought him back to Shenhuoshan Manor, would he still be as innocent and pure as before, or the same little boy who followed her around, calling out, "Sister is hungry, little brother," just to get a bite to eat?

Her voice choked, and her lips trembled slightly.

"It's alright, come with me, okay? Once we get to Shenhuo Mountain Manor, no one will be able to bully you anymore."

Before Chi Musheng could answer, she stepped forward to give him a hug. Perhaps she had her own selfish reasons, but more than anything, she wanted him to be happy.

However, her embrace was destined to fail.

Chi Musheng smiled without saying a word, took a step back, and dodged the hug.

He's not the naive, silly boy he used to be, and you're not the older sister who simply asked him if he was hungry.

Time changes, and so do they. The past is just the past. The love that one clings to in obsession is nothing but stubbornness.

"It's inappropriate for men and women to have physical contact."

He copied it; he's not stupid, he wouldn't let you hug him.

"Oh, I see. Xiao Sheng has grown up."

Dongfang Huaizhu forced a smile. When she got back, she would kill that bastard Jin Renfeng. If it weren't for him, things wouldn't have turned out this way today.

Just as the three of them were talking about something, a quiet argument came from outside the door.

"Oh, don't rush me."

"There's only so much space, everyone squeeze in."

Dongfang Qinlan, Yu Mianfengjun, and Wang Quanbaye peered through the crack in the paper outside the door.

Brilliant, truly brilliant! He yearns for the kingship and dominance of swordsmanship, his heart is filled with turbulent emotions. It turns out that emotions are so complicated. Sure enough, his fourth brother was right, women only affect the speed at which he draws his sword.

With Dongfang Qinlan and Yu Mian Fengjun pushing and shoving, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the five people were suddenly exposed.

The three people inside stared at him directly, eight pairs of eyes staring at each other, the air thick with awkwardness.

"Ah, haha, my dear sister, how did I suddenly end up here? I was sleeping, yes, I was sleeping."

Dongfang Qinlan scratched her head, pretending to stagger away.

She was afraid that if she didn't run away now, she wouldn't have another chance. Her older sister was different; she really hit others, but she really hit her butt.

"Ahem, it's good that the princess is alright. We'll take our leave now."

Jade-Faced Wind Lord offered an awkward explanation and then led the two of them to retreat.

Only Wang Quanbaye remained standing there, and Huan Duluolan and Dongfang Huaizhu couldn't do anything about it. If you don't leave, we will, since we're going to be kicked out anyway.

After everyone left, only Chi Musheng and Wang Quanbaye remained, gazing at each other.

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