I nodded, but when I saw him take out the needle and thread, I still didn't dare to open my eyes to look.
I bit his shoulder again, and this time, it felt like an eternity. His movements were indeed quick, but the wounds were tangled and seemed endless. I was growing weaker and weaker, and even biting his lips and teeth lost its strength. Finally, his hand slowly stopped and gently wrapped around my still relatively uninjured shoulder.
I had no strength left to break free, so I let him hold me.
"Why didn't I find you sooner!" His voice was low, but full of regret. Ever since he first met him, except for his momentary stunned reaction when Fu Xi arrived, he had always been indifferent and calm, until this moment, when suddenly, it was as if the world had collapsed.
“From the very beginning, from the time you were seven years old, I should have kept you by my side! I shouldn’t have let you suffer even the slightest bit!” he roared uncontrollably, almost on the verge of tears.
My father cried for my mother only once, when I was born. It was when my mother came to see me, when I was still a child. At that time, my mother smiled brightly. She said, "A man doesn't easily shed tears, unless he's truly heartbroken." The only woman who could move the heart of such a strong man must be that one and only woman.
The only woman, I looked at him, resting my head on his shoulder, and all I could see was behind his ear.
He mentioned the year I was seven years old. I can never forget that year. There was a boy who didn't treat me as an outsider. He taught me to read and write, and taught me to play the flute and other musical instruments.
That boy was no older than me. At that time, he was thin and slender, with a scholarly air about him despite his young age.
That boy was him.
No wonder he showed no surprise upon our first meeting, no wonder he petitioned his father and the emperor for my hand in marriage, no wonder he treated me this way. It was all because of this. But why didn't he say so sooner? Was he afraid I would forget him? Or was he afraid I would think he was such a despicable person that he would erase even the last remaining bit of joy from my childhood?
"I shouldn't have, I shouldn't have! It's all my fault! Yan'er, I'm so sorry!"
"Dong Li..." The first time I called his name, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably the moment those two words left my lips. Dong Li! He said it, that year, he said his name, how could I forget! Liao Yan, how could you forget! It wasn't his fault, it was never his fault...
"Don't cry, don't cry, you're still injured." He cupped my face and gazed into my light blue eyes.
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