“I have a question for you, Aoqian. Tell me honestly, why did you become a woman? What made you so determined to do it?”
Song Xiwei had to dissuade Aoqian from doing so.
She couldn't let Aoqian do something irreversible while he was not thinking clearly.
Under Song Xiwei's persistent questioning, Aoqian almost blurted out, "Why? It's because you don't like me. I made changes for you."
But he didn't want to impose his reasons on Song Xiwei. Song Xiwei was a righteous person, and she might feel guilty about his decision. But then what? Is self-blame the same as love?
Aoqian couldn't accept that a random sixth princess could gain Song Xiwei's special attention and even possess a token between them, while he, despite spending every day with Song Xiwei and seemingly being very close, had made no progress. Ultimately, it was because he didn't possess the qualities that Song Xiwei liked.
"Not for anyone else, of course it's for myself! I'm tired of being a man, I want to be a woman."
Aoqian did not meet Song Xiwei's gaze; his words were resounding and forceful.
Song Xiwei almost vomited blood.
"I can't stop you anymore, can I?" Song Xiwei rubbed her temples, feeling like she was about to lose her temper.
"You may leave. My mind is made up," Ao Qian said to Song Xiwei.
"Fine, you've made your decision and you won't change it, so why am I still saying all this nonsense? I'm leaving, I'm going out now."
Song Xi got up, feeling slightly dizzy.
As she reached the door and was about to open it, she turned back. "You really didn't want to become a woman because of me, did you?"
Aoqian didn't look at her, but when Song Xiwei suddenly questioned him, he panicked a little, "I... how could I do this for you? No, don't make wild guesses..."
In Song Xiwei's view, Aoqian's death and denial were exactly as expected; he really wasn't doing it for me.
Song Xiwei felt utterly cold inside.
"You like the Demon King?" This was the only possibility Song Xiwei could think of.
If it weren't for liking the Demon King, why would someone do something so crazy?
After thinking it over, Aoqian probably hasn't had anyone very close to him in the past six months.
Besides the Demon King, she couldn't think of anyone else.
When Aoqian heard Song Xiwei ask him if he liked the Demon King, he was startled. "Me? How could I possibly like him!"
"So who do you like?" Song Xi frowned slightly. "In the past six months, a new person has appeared in your life? Someone you're willing to change your gender for? Is that person that important to you?"
Aoqian didn't know what to say.
There was no one else there, only her, just her.
"I said, I'm not doing this for anyone else, it's just for myself..." He felt that anything he said now would be meaningless. The only way to win her over was to become the kind of person Song Xiwei liked.
Talk is cheap; actions speak louder than words.
In Song Xiwei's view, what angered her even more was that Aoqian refused to say who was responsible and insisted that he wanted to do it himself.
I've been by Aoqian's side for over two years, but I can't compare to someone else's six months.
Who exactly is it?
It felt like her own cabbage had been eaten by a wild boar, and Song Xiwei felt so sour inside.
"What if I insist on not agreeing to this? Would you give up cultivating the secret technique because of me?" Song Xiwei gritted her teeth, having no choice but to bring up her friendship with Ao Qian. "We've known each other for so long, and I rarely ask you for anything. This time, I'm begging you, okay? Don't cultivate this damn secret technique. Just be yourself and stop messing around, okay?"
Aoqian stared wide-eyed at Song Xiwei.
Why?
Song Xiwei had kissed him when he dressed as a woman before.
Why are they so resistant to him practicing secret techniques now?
Does Song Xiwei really not like me at all?
Are you unwilling to give yourself even the slightest chance?
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