"Xiao Zhuang, take him back to your sect first." Seeing that Yan Ye seemed to be deliberately provoking Ao Qian, Song Xiwei quickly spoke to Xiao Zhuang.
Xiao Zhuang could see what Song Xiwei was worried about, and she was also worried that Yan Ye's nonsense might cause some misunderstanding, so she quickly and forcibly took Yan Ye away.
Ao Qian remained silent for a long time, his eyes lowered, lost in thought.
"Young Master, don't take it to heart. He's just a bit dim-witted. I suspect that most of the bad things he did were at the behest of his unreliable master. I used to go on training trips with him often, and he was genuinely compassionate back then. I could tell he wasn't inherently bad. Although people can change, he has saved many people in the past, so let's leave him with some dignity. As for how to deal with him, someone will handle it when he returns to his sect!"
After Song Xiwei finished speaking softly, Aoqian finally looked up at her.
Meeting Ao Qian's wounded eyes, Song Xiwei suddenly felt at a loss.
Is it because of Kotoha's curse just now?
Unexpectedly, Aoqian was heartbroken because of Kotoha's curse.
Song Xiwei gently comforted him: "Young Master, Yan Ye just speaks without thinking. His curse won't come true. You're so good, how could the person you like not like you? Don't listen to his nonsense."
Ao Qian's voice was somewhat deep, and his eyes brightened slightly as he looked at her, "You said it yourself."
“Yes, that’s what I said.” Song Xi nodded slightly.
“Yes, I won’t listen to his nonsense. I only trust you. Song Xiwei won’t let me down.” Aoqian looked intently at Song Xiwei.
Song Xiwei thought that her advice had finally worked and felt a little relieved.
A sudden gust of wind picked up.
Song Xiwei's hair was blown into a mess, and she reached out to brush it aside.
Suddenly, Aoqian stretched out his long arm and pulled her into his arms.
He shielded her from the wind.
Song Xiwei buried her face in Aoqian's neck, smelling the familiar scent of flowers and fruits emanating from him.
Song Xiwei recalled that when they were in Fengbo Valley, she casually mentioned that the combination of the fragrance of winter plum blossoms and oranges was quite pleasant.
Back then, she used that fragrance to scent her clothes, and it seems that ever since then, Aoqian has always carried this light, not strong, but very pleasant floral and fruity scent.
Song Xiwei was somewhat absorbed in the moment, and it seemed that her restless heart had calmed down considerably.
In contrast, Ao Qian didn't dare to move, his whole body stiffened.
Especially when Song Xiwei's breath fell on his neck, so faint...
Aoqian felt as if his heart was being kneaded by something, and he felt pitifully fragile.
"It's so hot, Young Master, are you feeling unwell?" Song Xiwei's forehead accidentally touched Aoqian's exposed neck, and she was startled by the heat.
She quickly lifted her head from his embrace.
Aoqian hurriedly looked away from her, his chest pounding with anxiety.
Song Xiwei looked completely innocent and clueless.
Aoqian found her behavior utterly hateful; she knew nothing about the extent of his suffering at her hands…
Aoqian felt a little dejected. He was increasingly unsure if he could continue to hide his feelings for Song Xiwei. How long could he keep it a secret? What if she found out? Would she still treat him the same way?
However, if they continue to keep it a secret, Song Xiwei and he can only remain brothers.
How could he be content to be just a brother to her?
Aoqian seemed to be trapped in a dead end, unable to find a way out. He became increasingly sensitive and fragile due to the torment. Even a small action by Song Xiwei could make his heart flutter. It seemed that all his joys and sorrows were controlled by her.
He was so powerless to control his own destiny.
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