He was always afraid that if he pushed too hard, Song Xiwei would feel resentful and leave.
It was clearly him who needed her more and was more afraid of her leaving.
But why is Song Xiwei acting like this at this moment...?
Aoqian felt very sorry for him, and felt that the grievances he had suffered for the past two years of secretly harboring feelings but not being able to express them were no longer important.
Nothing compares to her feelings.
Where did things go wrong?
That's why she had that misconception that he didn't need her anymore.
"It's not that I don't need you, I've always needed you!" Aoqian explained as he wiped away her tears.
Song Xiwei's voice trembled with tears, "You're lying! Just because you need me now doesn't mean you'll need me in the future. Sooner or later you won't need me anymore... and you'll find me a nuisance..."
Aoqian hadn't expected her to have thought that far ahead.
“The future hasn’t happened yet, so how can you think I’d find you a nuisance? I’m more worried that you’d find me annoying because I’m always clinging to you,” Ao Qian said.
Song Xiwei closed her eyes, her expression fragile and sad, "I don't have someone I like. I'm different from you. I won't look down on you, but you definitely will..."
"What does this have to do with whether or not I have someone I like?" Ao Qian wondered.
“Of course it’s related! It’s very related! I don’t have someone I like, so I don’t need to spend time with them or think about them. But you do. When you’re with her in the future, you’ll definitely have to spend time with her. How much time will you have to pay attention to me then?” Song Xiwei said, her voice becoming extremely soft.
“Silly girl, your worries are unnecessary. No matter if I have someone I like or not, I will always pay attention to you. Only you…” Aoqian wished he could cut his heart open and show it to her.
He was very anxious to see her getting so fixated on this.
"Really? Can I believe you?" Song Xiwei was half-awake.
Aoqian nodded gently, though she couldn't see, "Yes, really."
Song Xiwei finally smiled.
Her laughter was filled with contentment. "I don't know why, but I don't want to be separated from you."
Heaven knows how happy Aoqian was when he heard Song Xiwei say she didn't want to be separated from him.
Me too! I don't want to be separated from you, I never want to be separated from you!
...
Song Xiwei didn't actually wake up until after noon.
When she opened her eyes and didn't see Aoqian, she panicked instinctively.
It really was a dream...
He even promised her we wouldn't break up; he lied.
She muttered dejectedly: He didn't keep his word!
"Awake?" The door was pushed open, and Aoqian walked in, carrying food in his hands.
Song Xiwei's eyes lit up as soon as she saw Aoqian.
"Did you go get me some food?" She got out of bed, her legs went weak and she almost fell.
Aoqian quickly stepped forward and reached out a hand to support her.
"I'm so tired. My back and waist ache. It's like I've been doing hard labor. What did I do last night?" Song Xi asked Aoqian with a hint of doubt.
Ao Qian's expression was strange, and he only said, "Come and eat something first."
After cleaning herself with a cleansing spell, Song Xiwei sat down.
The delicious food didn't stop her from asking what had happened last night.
"Did I get into a fight? I'm so tired..." My hands are shaking as I hold the chopsticks.
"You... don't remember anything at all?" Seeing that her hands were indeed trembling, Aoqian took the chopsticks and fed her bite by bite.
“I don’t remember, so please tell me!” Song Xiwei said.
"Well..." Aoqian seemed a little embarrassed.
"What else can't you tell me?" Song Xiwei was puzzled. She believed that she and Aoqian should not hide anything from each other. Apart from the fact that she was disguised as a man, she had nothing else to hide from Aoqian.
"You, you did this to me last night..." Ao Qian started to say, but then stopped.
"What did I do to you?" Song Xiwei was puzzled, but she vaguely felt that something was beyond her comprehension.
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