Chapter 118
A dark dungeon.
The firelight on the niche revealed a dirty bloodstain on the ground. The various torture instruments placed on the wooden racks were also covered with a layer of dark red bloodstains. The stench of decay and stench filled the torture room where screams were heard continuously.
"To recruit or not to recruit?"
"To recruit or not to recruit!"
Every time the snake-skin whip was swung, it brought up a cloud of blood foam.
The man chained to the rack was dishevelled and bloodied, and his face was almost without the strength to breathe. However, every time the snake-like whip hit him, he could not help but let out a hoarse scream, and finally fainted from the pain.
Beneath the prison uniform soaked with blood, there was a new layer of blood, even mixed with tiny pieces of flesh.
The whipping guard's arms were sore from lashing so hard. He looked at the prisoner on the rack, who had been whipped dozens of times but still couldn't open his mouth. A layer of cold sweat covered his forehead. He turned around and trembled in fear, clasped his fists and said to the people watching the execution behind him: "My Lord, this man is stubborn and still refuses to confess. If you continue to torture him, I'm afraid he will die."
After not hearing a reply for a long time, he became more and more frightened. He carefully raised his head and looked into the darkness, but saw the person sitting on the armchair with his elbows resting on the armrests, his forehead half supported, his eyes slightly drooped, and his thick and long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyelids, as if he was in a trance.
The jailer had no choice but to summon his courage and call out again: "Master?"
The next moment, the person who had half-closed his eyes as if lost in some kind of thought suddenly raised his eyes.
The two wolf-like cruel and cold eyes made the jailer shudder. He subconsciously repeated it again with trembling fear: "I have tried all the punishments, but there is still no effect."
Xie Zheng cast a gloomy and cold gaze at the half-dead man on the rack and asked, "How many lashes were given?"
The jailer said respectfully, "Forty-seven lashes."
Hearing this number, Xie Zheng's eyes were not filled with emotion, only a hint of impatience appeared between his brows. He said, "Eleven."
Xie Shiyi, who was standing beside him, took a step forward and gestured to the jailer. Immediately, a jailer brought a bucket of cold water and poured it on the man who looked as if he had been bathed in blood.
The man who had fainted woke up slowly, his hair dripping with water, and he could only stand steadily by relying on the iron chains tied to his body. He was barely breathing, but he still replied subconsciously: "I really... don't know anything, I don't know anything..."
Xie Shiyi just smiled and said to him, "You have a daughter who married into the Gao family in Jinan Prefecture."
Hearing this, the blood-soaked man's lifeless eyes suddenly showed a hint of fear.
Xie Shiyi continued slowly, "My youngest son is studying at Songshan Academy. Let me guess. The Li family is using the future and lives of your two children to force you to keep your mouth shut, right? If you die, will your son be able to be promoted to an important position in the Li family after he enters the government? Will your son-in-law also be promoted to Beijing?"
"You...how do you know?" The man on the rack said in horror. Realizing that he had let something slip, he quickly denied it: "I have no children. I am alone. I don't know what you are talking about..."
In the back, Xie Zheng, who was sitting on the armchair, had completely lost his patience and said coldly, "Since my men were able to find your two children, do you think those hypocritical scholars of the Li family can protect them? The newly cut heads should be sent to the Jizhou Prefecture as quickly as possible. It shouldn't take more than three days."
As he spoke, he stood up slowly, lowered his head slightly, and leveled his eyes with the man tied to the rack. His sharp eyes were casual and cold: "I have always had a bad patience. Sir Liu, have you thought it through?"
The man, covered in blood, was shaking like a sieve, his will was completely crushed, and he confessed in a trembling voice: "The person is hiding in Deyue Villa."
The two civil servants who were taking notes were shocked at first, then ecstatic, and quickly wrote down their confessions on the complaint.
After getting this answer, Xie Zheng's eyes were covered with a layer of frost. He walked out of the dungeon without looking back, and Xie Shiyi hurriedly followed.
Since the night Xie Zheng warned Li Huaian, he had been sending people to keep a close eye on the Li family. However, the Li family, young and old, were all cunning and acted very cautiously. They finally caught a clerk beside Li Huaian, but he turned out to be surprisingly stubborn.
Xie Zheng ordered his men to investigate his identity and found out that he changed his name after working for the Li family, presumably to avoid his family from being implicated if his affairs were exposed one day. His family, which only the Li family knew about, became a soft spot for the Li family to exploit.
Xie Shiyi hurriedly followed Xie Zheng's footsteps and asked, "Lord, shall we send troops to Deyue Villa immediately?"
As I walked out of the prison, the wind blowing towards me brought a bit of coolness.
Xie Zheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the yellow leaves swirling and falling from the treetops.
It's already autumn.
He said casually, "Three hundred elite cavalrymen from the Tiger Step Camp will surround Deyue Villa in the name of catching bandits. The Li family will continue to keep a close eye on it."
Xie Shiyi hesitated for a moment and said, "My Lord, this matter is of great importance. Why don't we let the Blood-Robed Riders go?"
The eight hundred Blood-Cloaked Cavalrymen under Xie Zheng's command were all his personal soldiers trained by him, and the first nineteen who were given the surname Xie were the best among them.
If the people hiding in Deyue Villa are really the descendants of Prince Chengde, then those who go on this trip must be the direct descendants under Xie Zheng.
Xie Zheng pursed his lips coldly: "Deyue Villa is just bait put out by the Li family, why are you in such a hurry?"
Xie Shiyi was half shocked and half confused. He spent so much effort to investigate the man surnamed Liu. Could it be that he was just playing along with the Li family and putting on a show for them?
His eyes suddenly lit up with reverence, and he was about to catch up with Xie Zheng when he heard the person in front of him suddenly say, "Also send someone to keep a close eye on the general named Zheng under He Jingyuan."
The tone was cold enough to make ice chips fall off.
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Li Mansion.
Li Huaian, wearing an indigo-colored Confucian robe, sat at the desk. He leaned back tiredly, tilted his head slightly, and put his slender fingers halfway on his brow. He asked the person who came back to report the news, "Have the people under Wu'an Marquis gone to Deyue Villa?"
The people below replied: "I saw with my own eyes that hundreds of cavalry secretly left Lucheng."
Li Huaian opened his eyelids, and his light-colored eyes looked like glass in the sunlight that filtered through the window lattices. "Send a message to the other courtyard, and ask them to go to the capital as soon as possible."
Deyue Villa was just a cover. After Wu'an Hou's people were deceived, the emperor's grandson could enter the capital secretly.
This is a strategy to lure the tiger away from the mountain.
The memorial impeaching Wei Yan had already been sent to the capital. Once Wei Yan fell, they would say they had found the descendants of Prince Chengde and "persuade" His Majesty to abdicate. Even if Marquis Wu'an commanded the military in the northwest, he would be powerless to save the situation.
Unless he raises the flag of rebellion again.
But he knew that the Xie family was full of loyal people, and even for the sake of the good reputation of Xie's ancestors, Xie Zheng would not go that far.
Besides... there are still people in this world who can restrain him.
The person who came to report the news had already retreated, and the heavily-covered window was blown open by the evening breeze, allowing the setting sun to slant in from the room.
Li Huaian frowned as he stared at the painting he had just finished on the table.
In the painting, the mountains are covered with snow and green cypresses. Amidst the vast snow, a tiny apricot bean on the rugged official road becomes the only bright color in the world of the painting.
Upon closer inspection, it was clearly a woman in an apricot-colored skirt, walking with her back to the road. Her face could not be seen clearly. It seemed that she had been walking in the snow for a long time. Her black hair was stained with frost and snow, and one of her feet without socks was frozen red.
One general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers.
The Li family has come to this point and has no way out.
But until now, he still doesn't want to drag her into it.
She was the most sincere and passionate girl he had ever seen in his life. She was like the sun, illuminating all the filth and dirt in the world.
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On the fourth day of Fan Changyu's bed rest, Xie Qi and the few personal soldiers she sent finally escorted Changning and Aunt Zhao to Lucheng. They found out her address without much effort.
When Changning and Aunt Zhao saw how badly Fan Changyu was injured, they hugged her and almost burst into tears. Fan Changyu took a lot of effort to comfort the old and the child.
With so many people, it would be impossible to squeeze them all into the small courtyard allocated by the army for the generals to recuperate. Fan Changyu asked Xie Qi to find a house in the city. After making arrangements, he took Xie Wu, who was also seriously injured, to live with Aunt Zhao and the others.
Xie Wu and Xie Qi were like brothers. With Xie Qi looking after them and Aunt Zhao making all kinds of nourishing soups every day, his cheeks, which had become thinner during his injury, suddenly became rounder at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Chang Ning heard that the rebels had been captured. With his big dark eyes, he asked Fan Chang Yu nervously, "Sister, where are Bao Er and his mother?"
Fan Changyu was also concerned about finding Yu Qianqian, but he was ordered to stay at home to recuperate and knew little about the military's movements.
She could only touch the hair on Changning's head and comfort him, "They are not in the army. Maybe they escaped early."
Chang Ning's chubby little face wrinkled immediately: "So, we can't find Bao Er and the others, and they can't find us either..."
She twirled her fingers and asked in a low voice, "Will we be able to see each other again in the future?"
Fan Changyu said firmly: "Yes."
Chang Ning was happy again and said, "Before Ning Niang was taken away, she told Bao Er that she would ask her elder sister and brother-in-law to rescue him. Ning Niang cannot break her promise."
Fan Changyu smiled and rubbed her head, but there were many worries in his eyes.
She has not heard any news about the remnants of the anti-thieves so far, and she doesn't know whether Xie Zheng really doesn't know or has suppressed the news.
Thinking about the day when I ran into him after coming out of prison, I still feel a little depressed.
She thought maybe she was not used to such reunions.
But I don't know who he went to the prison to interrogate that day. It couldn't be that mother and son...
She was worried, and after He Jingyuan's funeral, she asked to return to the army to serve. However, Tang Peiyi asked her to take this opportunity to rest for a while and return to the army after receiving the reward from the capital.
Fan Changyu was speechless. She wanted to use the power of the army to secretly find Yu Qianqian and her son. She also wanted to know whether Xie Zheng was secretly continuing to pursue Sui Yuanhuai.
The two of them no longer had any contact with each other. After experiencing the tragic battle of Lucheng, she couldn't bear to drive Xie Wu and Xie Qi away. She only treated them as her brothers. At the moment, she had no idea about Xie Zheng's movements.
If Xie Zheng wanted to deal with Sui Yuanhuai privately, they might be able to cooperate, as long as the lives of Yu Qianqian and her son could be saved.
Fan Changyu thought that if Xie Zheng didn't know about this at all, then she would have to find Sui Yuanhuai herself and put an end to this disaster.
Yu Qianqian no longer had Yixianglou, and she and Yu Baoer, an orphan and a widow, probably had nowhere to go. Yu Qianqian had been kind to her in the past, and now that she had made a name for herself, she was naturally willing to take Yu Qianqian and her son in.
Fan Changyu didn't know if he would regret this decision in a few years, but Yu Baoer was just a child who had done nothing wrong. He was captured and brought back to the Changxin Palace together with Yu Qianqian. He shouldn't lose his life because of a birth he had no choice about.
Fan Changyu also believed that Yu Qianqian could teach Yu Baoer well.
If there is such a possibility that Yu Baoer will be as bad as the father and son of the Sui family and try to start a world war, the child is right under her nose, and she will not show mercy to him and give him the opportunity to cause a disaster.
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After she had been recuperating at home for a few days, an unexpected visitor suddenly came to visit her.
At that time, she was being forced by Aunt Zhao to drink a bowl of freshly cooked old hen soup. Xie Qi came into the room and said that Zheng Wenchang was visiting and was waiting outside the door.
Fan Changyu wondered why this guy suddenly came to visit him?
Could it be that he is here to challenge me to a duel?
If that's the case, her injuries haven't healed yet, and she'll probably have to stay in bed for a few days to recuperate after the competition.
She said, "Please let the person in first."
Not long ago, a wave of rumors about the two of them spread in the army. Fan Changyu didn't want anyone to see it and cause any more trouble.
Xie Qi said with a strange look on his face: "Captain, you should go and see it yourself."
Fan Changyu changed into clothes suitable for meeting guests and went to the gate. He saw Zheng Wenchang kneeling at the door with his bare chest and a bundle of reeds on his back. His eyelids twitched violently.
She quickly signaled Xie Qida to help the man up, "General Zheng, what are you doing? Get up quickly!"
Zheng Wenchang knelt on the ground without moving. When he saw Fan Changyu, he clasped his fists and said, "I am deeply ashamed and have come to apologize to Captain Fan. One of my crimes was that on the day when the enemy attacked the city, the captain was afraid that I would get angry and knock me out. However, I did not appreciate the captain's kindness and almost fought with him outside the mourning hall of Master He. This is unjust."
"The second crime is that the dispute with the captain caused others to misunderstand me, which damaged the captain's reputation. This is disrespectful. I ask the captain to whip me with a reed stick, otherwise I will not be able to see the captain, and I will not be able to see Lord He in the future!"
Zheng Wenchang is a person who is always too strict and rigid.
Fan Changyu sighed, "General Zheng, don't worry. Lord He has been very kind to me. I understand how General Zheng felt at the time. He didn't take the incident to heart. Lord He would be happy if he knew that General Zheng was able to get back on his feet. As for those absurd rumors, they are nonsense. Why bother with them?"
Zheng Wenchang has always been a cold and tough person, but today he looked a little ashamed, and said with his head down: "I am ashamed. I have been in the army for a long time, but my vision and character are not as good as those of a captain."
Fan Changyu said: "General Zheng was concerned about Lord He's affairs, so he was confused. There is nothing to blame. I never paid attention to the rumors, and General Zheng does not need to blame himself. You and I are comrades-in-arms, and we have both been taught by Lord He. We should not have hurt the harmony. When we work together in the future, I hope General Zheng will give us more guidance."
Zheng Wenchang bowed deeply to her again and said, "I dare not give you any advice. I am willing to be commanded by the commander someday."
At this point, she and Zheng Wenchang had completely reconciled.
Although Zheng Wenchang's selfless apology was a bit exaggerated, it completely wiped out the previous messages.
Compared with their previous relationship as comrades-in-arms, she and Zheng Wenchang now have more of a fellow-school friendship because of He Jingyuan.
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Half a month later, the army held a celebration banquet.
All the rebels had been executed, but this time the reward had not come down yet, so they had to go to the capital and be conferred the title by the emperor himself in the Golden Palace. In addition, the court had already caused an uproar because of the memorial impeaching Wei Yan, so the emperor would not have time to write a memorial for reward for the time being.
Not all soldiers could go to the capital with the generals, so the celebration banquet had to be held in the Jizhou military camp.
As a hero who contributed to the defense of Lu City, Fan Changyu, although her official rank was only fifth grade, was arranged to sit at the front, directly behind Deputy General He. The next one behind her was Zheng Wenchang, whose official rank was one level higher than hers.
The few soldiers who followed Xie Wu out of the city, although of low rank, also had seats at the table. Except for Xie Wu, the others were obviously half happy and half panicked.
Fan Changyu thought that the seats should be arranged according to merit.
The first seat at the top was left vacant, obviously reserved for Xie Zheng.
The first table among the civil servants on the right was also empty.
Fan Changyu guessed that the position belonged to Li Huaian.
As the generals took their seats one after another, the hall gradually became lively. Before the meal started, many generals came to toast her, as if they all knew that she had made a great contribution this time and would be promoted after entering the capital.
Although Fan Changyu's injuries had mostly healed, he still insisted on drinking tea instead of wine, citing his injuries as an excuse.
Firstly, her injury was not completely healed. Secondly, she could not drink much, so she could not stop drinking after receiving the toast. If she drank the wine offered by this general but did not drink the wine offered by that general, it would easily offend people.
If she drank it all, she would be drunk at her seat before the meal even started.
She refused the toast. On her left was Lieutenant General He, and on her right was Zheng Wenchang. Fan Changyu couldn't even find anyone to chat with and pass the time.
If this seat wasn't fixed, she would have wanted to squeeze directly over to Xie Wu and the others' side.
After waiting for a long time for the meal to start, Xie Zheng finally arrived on time. However, the seat opposite Li Huaian was still empty. Fan Changyu didn't know whether he was late or simply didn't want to come.
As she was afraid of making eye contact with Xie Zheng, which would only cause awkwardness, she kept her head down the entire time and ate the cold dishes that had been placed on the table in front of her.
After the maidservants who had rushed in placed the fragrant pickled mustard greens on the table, Fan Changyu had already taken a few bites of the pork elbow in sauce before he heard Xie Zheng's deep voice from above: "Lord Li has caught a cold and can't come to the celebration banquet. You all should still enjoy yourself tonight. The turmoil in Chongzhou lasted for a year and a half and was finally quelled. You all are meritorious officials of Dayin. I would like to offer you a toast first!"
Fan Changyu noticed from the corner of his eye that everyone around him raised their glasses and stood up, so he also raised his glass and stood up. When he raised his eyes, he saw Xie Zheng standing at the top of the hall. Somehow, he suddenly thought of the four words "the proud son of heaven".
He was dressed in a black satin robe with gold embroidery, and his long hair was half-covered and half-tied with a golden crown. His cold eyebrows were full of majesty. When he raised the cup, the colorful cloud patterns on his wide sleeves shone brightly under the candlelight, as if the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas were all in his sleeves.
Once upon a time, Fan Changyu was afraid that he would shine brightly in the crowd, while he himself was just an ordinary speck in the sand and would eventually be separated from him, so he tried hard to catch up with him and be on par with him.
Now that she has walked far enough on this road, it is no longer him who supports her to move forward.
After drinking the glass of wine, Fan Changyu suddenly felt a little sad.
Fan Changyu thought to himself that he should not be so poor at drinking that he got drunk after just one glass.
After the banquet started, the sound of toasts could be heard everywhere. Vice General He, Tang Peiyi and other veterans all went to toast Xie Zheng. Zheng Wenchang probably saw that Fan Changyu was only concentrating on eating, so he took the initiative to say, "I would like to toast Commander Fan."
Fan Changyu raised the cup of tea towards him instead of wine.
As soon as she put down the cup after drinking, she felt a cold and solid gaze falling on her head, almost digging a hole in her scalp.
Fan Changyu subconsciously looked up at Xie Zheng, but saw that he was talking to Tang Peiyi with his face turned sideways.
Fan Changyu felt puzzled and thought to himself, could it not be him?
Under Xie Zheng's rule, no dancers were allowed to entertain the army at any banquet.
After three rounds of drinking, everyone was a little tipsy. Some military officers who were good at music started playing the huqin at the banquet, and the civil officials became poetic and recited poems. Later, the drunken people started singing military war songs.
"How can you say I have no clothes? I will share my clothes with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spears and swords..."①
The rich and passionate singing filled the air, and the battles they had experienced along the way seemed to have happened just yesterday. Fan Changyu was quite moved as he listened.
The dead are gone, and the living are here. They still have a long way to go.
A drunken general came to Fan Changyu to toast him, and said while burping, "Captain Fan, you must... burp... must have a drink with me, Old Chen. I admire you from the bottom of my heart... I admire you. Before I met Captain Fan, I didn't believe... burp... that a woman could go to the battlefield."
The man was already drunk. Even when Fan Changyu kept saying that he was injured and couldn't drink, he wouldn't listen and kept shouting that he wanted to toast Fan Changyu with a glass.
Fan Changyu couldn't refuse, and finally drank the glass of wine that the other party offered.
Unexpectedly, this drink stirred up a hornet's nest. The generals who were not drunk stood up staggeringly with their glasses raised, saying that they wanted to toast Fan Changyu.
Fan Changyu forced herself to drink five or six cups and started to feel drunk. She flushed and waved her hands, saying she couldn't drink anymore.
Xie Zheng, who was sitting above, heard the movement and glanced over here, with a layer of frost in his eyes.
Xie Wu noticed the situation and came over to drink for Fan Changyu, but his status was not high enough and the generals would not let him do it.
Fan Changyu was about to lie on the table and pretend to be drunk, when Zheng Wenchang beside him suddenly said, "Captain Fan is injured, I will drink for her."
Yan Jie simply picked up the wine bowl and drank it all.
Everyone was stunned at first, and then they started to laugh in mockery.
Although the rumors between him and Fan Changyu were dispelled after he came to apologize, his sudden action today suddenly made them feel a little disgusted.
Fan Changyu had not expected that Zheng Wenchang would help him, and was stunned for a moment.
Tang Peiyi heard the noise and looked over there. He and Xie Zheng laughed and said, "That kid..."
Xie Zheng, however, could not laugh. The cup in his hand was crushed to pieces, and the broken porcelain pierced into his knuckles, causing blood to flow out.
Tang Peiyi noticed something strange and turned around to see Xie Zheng saying calmly, "I can't hold the cup because I'm too drunk. The two generals please continue your feast. I will be leaving for a moment."
Tang Peiyi watched Xie Zheng leave from the side door, then looked at Fan Changyu who was surrounded by a group of generals, and nudged Deputy General He with his elbow: "Old He, do you feel that there is something strange between the Marquis and Commandant Fan?"
Vice Admiral He recalled what he had seen that day, poked at the few peanuts left on the plate and said vaguely, "How would I know..."
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After being toasted with that wave of wine, Fan Changyu quickly pretended to be drunk and was carried away from the banquet by two maids.
When they reached a secluded place, Fan Changyu dismissed the two maids and planned to find a place to sit down and get some fresh air to sober up.
But after walking for a while, perhaps the aftereffects of the alcohol took effect. Previously she only felt her face was burning, but now her steps became a little unsteady.
Fan Changyu thought about finding some water to wash his face. He looked around but couldn't find a clean room. He only found a row of water tanks filled with water at the base of the wall far away from the front hall. These were used to prevent water leaks.
She walked to the water tank with a dizzy head, poured two handfuls of water on her face, but her face was still hot, so she simply buried her head in the water.
Just when I felt that I was a little sober, someone grabbed me by the collar and pulled me up, as if they thought I was drunk and drowning.
After Fan Changyu said "I'm not drunk" twice, he ignored the fact that he was still being held in someone's hand and stared blankly at the frosty-faced man under the moonlight.
After a while, she finally realized who it was. Under the influence of alcohol, her brain was slow to think for a while before she reluctantly put her hands together and said respectfully, "Hello, Lord."
The hand that was holding his collar suddenly loosened, and Fan Changyu fell to the ground and sat against the wall.
She was now as soft as a ball of cotton. She didn't feel any pain after falling to the ground. She just subconsciously brushed off the dust on her body.
But I don't know why, as I was taking pictures, I suddenly felt a great sense of grievance in my heart, my eyes became sore, and I shed a tear.
Fan Changyu stared at the water droplets falling on the back of his hand and didn't even realize that they were his own tears.
The person standing next to her squatted down. His face, reflecting the moonlight, looked like it was carved from cold jade. His expression was also extremely cold. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears that overflowed from her eyes and asked her, "Besides Lord Hou, what else would you call me?"
The tone sounded self-deprecating, yet also seemed to contain tremendous hatred.
There were scars on his fingertips, and a lingering smell of blood, which were caused by the broken cups and plates at the banquet.
Fan Changyu was drunk and became very dazed. She didn't even remember why she suddenly wanted to cry. She stared at the handsome face in front of her for a long time before she uttered two words: "Yan Zheng."
She raised her hand and touched his head, saying, "You are Yan Zheng!"
Xie Zheng's fingers that were resting on her face froze, and the surging emotions in his dark eyes were chilling.
Unfortunately, Fan Changyu was drunk and couldn't see. Her attention was drawn by the smell of blood to his bloody hands. Her handsome eyebrows wrinkled and she muttered, "It's bleeding..."
She lowered her head and pulled at her robe, as if looking for her inner garment. She finally found it and was about to tear off a corner when her jaw was suddenly grabbed by someone. She was forced to look up in pain, only to see a pair of bottomless black eyes before her breath was taken away.
When her teeth were forcibly pried open and her lips and tongue were ravaged, she finally realized what the person in front of her was doing. She pushed him angrily, but it didn't move. Instead, she was pressed against the wall by the other person.
Before Fan Changyu almost suffocated from lack of oxygen, the person in front of her finally let her go.
Her lips were stinging and her mind was fuzzy, but she still remembered being angry and continued to push him, trying to push him away, but to no avail.
She was held tightly in the other man's arms, causing her bones to ache.
The man buried his head in the crook of her neck. Although he was so strong, his posture was fragile and desperate, like a person who had walked in the desert for too long and finally saw the way home.
"Fan Changyu, I regret it."
Warm water soaked through his clothes and spread on Fan Changyu's shoulders.
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① From the Book of Songs: Qin Feng
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