After reuniting with Huai Xu, Song Ting kept comforting himself in this way, and he endured it again and again with this self-consolation.
But today, the hidden pain in her heart became more and more intense because of these thoughts, and Song Ting even felt her vision begin to darken and she felt dizzy.
He swayed and almost fell off the tree.
But Huai Xu still managed to discover it—
Huai Xu looked up warily at the camphor tree not far away: "Who? Who's there?"
Despite having lost all his martial arts skills, his senses remained sharp, and his gaze was fixed on the tree where Song Ting was.
"Xiao Wu?"
"wood?"
"Or perhaps... Commander?"
Huai Xu pondered to himself as he gradually approached the camphor tree, his expression shifting from wariness to keen interest.
"The Commander didn't hang it from the roof beam, but instead hung it from a tree?"
Song Ting: "..."
He originally did not want to show himself at this time and let Huai Xu discover him, but Huai Xu seemed to have already decided that the person in the tree was him.
After hesitating for a moment, Song finally heard the story and climbed down from the tree.
Upon landing, his body swayed again, and before he could speak, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"You..." Chu Huaixu was startled, his expression one of astonishment. "You're injured again?"
In fact, his question was unnecessary, because Song Ting's injuries had hardly healed, especially the wound on his chest, which kept healing and reopening.
If it weren't for his internal strength and incredible resilience, he would probably have been dead long ago.
"It's alright." Song Ting calmed herself down and suppressed the internal energy surging wildly through her meridians in a very short time. She wiped the bloodstains from the corner of her mouth without much concern. "Don't worry."
Chu Huaixu snorted and said in a gloomy tone, "Commander, you're being a bit too presumptuous."
He carried a strong scent of incense, as did Song Ting herself, which sent chills down her spine on such a cold night.
"Why has Your Excellency returned instead of observing mourning in the palace?"
At this moment, Song Ting was still reeling from Chu Huaixu's words. He couldn't really hear what Huaixu was saying; his only thought was to keep Huaixu here.
No matter what method he uses, and no matter whether Huaixu hates him or not, he will keep Huaixu here.
To Chu Huaixu's astonishment, he swept the person up in his arms—
"What are you doing? Put me down! Song Ting, put me down!"
Song Ting refused to let go. He held Huai Xu in his arms, kicked open the door, and gently placed him on the bed...
When Song Ting woke up, it was almost dawn. She had only intended to take a quick look and leave, but she hadn't expected to hear Huai Xu's words. Her emotions, which had been suppressed for many years, spiraled out of control in the darkness, becoming uncontrollable...
Huai Xu was still fast asleep, oblivious to everything.
Song Ting unconsciously curled the corners of her lips into a smile.
He reached out and smoothed the man's hair that was falling across his cheek, then couldn't resist kissing the corner of his lips.
In the dream, Chu Huaixu also seemed restless, his brows constantly furrowed. After being kissed like that, his brows furrowed even more, and he murmured impatiently, "Stop it..."
I don't know if she's asleep or already awake.
This Chu Huaixu gave him a kind of illusion, as if the mountains of corpses and seas of blood and countless white bones that stood between them did not exist.
Those hatreds and disgusts were just a nightmare. When he woke up, he would still be Chu Huaixu's favorite and most trusted little dog.
Because of this imagination, Song Ting couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He didn't care what was real and what was fake; he only knew that this person was sleeping right next to him, and if he got a few more steps closer, he could kiss this person.
He rolled over and pinned her beneath him, showering her with tender, intimate kisses.
Last night we did it three times in total. He initiated it twice, but the last time Huai Xu took the initiative to straddle him.
He asked the other person for a kiss, and Huai Xu generously and mercifully granted it, even praising him for being obedient.
The young master Chu would never have said such nonsense before, but Song Ting blurted it out because of those words.
As he savored the soft lips, he thought to himself that he had left many marks on this body last night. He was a dog, audacious enough to mark his master.
He will kill anyone who covets his people.
"How long are you going to keep kissing me? Are you a dog, never-ending to bite me?" Chu Huaixu suddenly opened his eyes.
Song Ting's pupils suddenly trembled, and she subconsciously wanted to back away, but her arms honestly hugged the person under her even tighter.
Its face was buried in Huaixu's neck, just like a real puppy, and it continued to nibble, lick, and suck very carefully.
Chu Huaixu felt a bit itchy from the commotion and impatiently pushed him away. "Even a dog wouldn't be as annoying as you."
Song took these words as a compliment and flattered [the speaker] even more fervently.
Chu Huaixu chuckled, hooked his leg around the man's waist, and with a forceful movement, reversed their positions: "Lord Song, if you keep making a scene, you can forget about returning to the palace..."
To be honest, Song Ting didn't want to leave the person in front of him for even a moment. He wished he could stick to Chu Huaixu's side all the time. Or... he wanted Chu Huaixu to be on him all the time [ignore].
But the palace rites must end today, and tomorrow morning he must escort the funeral procession to take the Empress Dowager's coffin to the imperial mausoleum. This matter cannot be delayed.
He regretted that he could no longer be entangled with Chu Huaixu.
The latter seemed exceptionally gentle today. He placed his hand into Song Ting's hair, stroking it affectionately and tenderly, his fingers running through her hair. Then he picked up a small section of hair and casually rolled it around his fingers.
This was something they used to do regularly; after a passionate, lingering moment, this person would always give him the utmost tenderness.
It was this gentleness that melted Song Ting's indestructible heart, making him willing to give up his life for her.
But Chu Huaixu had not treated him so gently in a long time.
He is no longer this person's favorite dog.
Song Ting gazed at the person before him with infatuation, and unconsciously moved closer, greedily wanting another kiss. The latter saw through his intention and granted his wish.
The man kissed his lips, his hand, which was interspersed in his hair, pressed against his throat, then moved inch by inch to his chest, holding his heart in his palm.
When the kiss ended, Chu Huaixu took a sword tassel from under the pillow, handed it to Song Ting, and at the same time put his arm around her shoulder, his tone ambiguous:
"Song Ting, do you regret it?"
He didn't explicitly say what he regretted, but Song Ting realized it almost instantly.
All the ambiguity and tenderness became a deadly knife. The two were still cuddling together in the most intimate posture, and Chu Huaixu was still smiling, his eyes reflecting only Song Ting.
But those smiling eyes were cold, devoid of any warmth, like knives and swords, cleaving open Song Ting's chest and turning his violently beating heart into a pulp.
Then, without any mercy, he pulled it out and stomped on it.
Song felt cold.
It was as if five years ago, on that winter day, he was searching inch by inch through the snow-covered mountains and forests, looking again and again. He even thought at one point that spring would never come again.
At this moment, he felt the same way he did then, even though this person was right in front of him, in his arms.
Song Ting was still cold.
He dared not look into those eyes again.
“I…” He swallowed hard, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, “I don’t regret it.”
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