In the spacious and elegant room
Xiao Wujie wrapped his arms tightly around Chu Liyue's waist, nestled in her arms, their bodies pressed close together.
He rested his head on her shoulder, inhaling the intoxicating scent of roses emanating from her, and his eyes involuntarily closed gently.
He couldn't accurately describe his feelings; his heart felt as if it were being pierced by countless sharp blades of grass.
That feeling was neither pain nor simple discomfort.
Are you angry?
Of course.
Vito Rosso was the first person he absolutely had to kill; he had used illusions to read his memories.
His insidious and filthy actions, and the indelible shadow he cast on Lin Qingyi, still cause him a surge of emotion whenever he thinks about them, even with his composure and mental fortitude.
He was actually angrier at himself than at Vito Rosso.
How could he be so naive as to think that someone with such remarkable skills and extreme ruthlessness could be so easily left in the Frozen Ghost Realm?
When he received the urn containing ashes that led him to the north of the capital, he clearly sensed that it might be a ploy to lure him away from his prey.
However, he still arrogantly believed that he had eliminated most of the people who could threaten them, and that no one would dare to take advantage of the situation while he and Chu Liyue were under pressure.
Therefore, he simply told them not to let their guard down and then hurriedly left.
If he had left behind some strong contingency plans, or had left Lu Zhufeng behind, this outcome would not have happened.
How could he be so stupid?
Where did all that carelessness, prudence, and meticulous planning that he was so proud of go?
Amidst the anger, there was a lingering, ever-increasing sense of shame that lingered in my heart.
He knew how deep the psychological trauma Vito Rosso had inflicted on Lin Qingyi, and he couldn't imagine what she would feel when facing Vito Rosso.
He didn't know how to face Yunmo and Chuwan. He took Lu Zhufeng and Leng Ruxue away with him, which was actually to create space for them to be alone.
But it was precisely these foolish ideas that ruined them.
They had the ability to leave, but in the end, because of him, one returned to the devil's cage, and the other teetered on the edge of hell...
This feeling is too indescribable and too painful.
It felt like a thorn in my back, like a fishbone stuck in my throat.
It's like a deep-seated oppression, with countless tiny needles piercing through the body, making it impossible to relax and leaving one in a constant state of torment.
He never vents his negative emotions indiscriminately, because in his view, being unable to control one's negative emotions is the most incompetent thing a person can do.
Only incompetent people, when faced with problems they cannot solve, will wantonly vent their dissatisfaction.
So he could only let those emotions, like an invisible hand, tightly grip his throat, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
I want to shout it out, but I'm afraid that once I open my mouth, all the pent-up bad emotions will burst out like water from a burst dam, and I won't be able to control them.
Feeling his arms tighten around her waist and his body trembling slightly as he lay in her embrace, Chu Liyue felt a pang of sadness in her heart.
She knew he had taken her words to heart.
But many things are simply a matter of human nature.
His complex and profound personality destined him to live a more tiring life than many others.
Xiao Wujie always gives people the first impression of being gentle and tolerant, like a clear breeze and a bright moon.
But anyone who tries to enter his heart finds it to be a frozen wasteland, an endless expanse of cold and pale white.
Only by braving the biting cold wind and reaching the edge of the icy plain can one see his sincere, passionate, and powerfully beating heart.
Unwavering loyalty to those they have chosen, and compassionate care for all things in the world.
Lin Qingyi and Yun Mo were undoubtedly among the few people who, through long-term companionship, entered the depths of his heart.
Now that one of them has been kidnapped and the other is critically injured, the pain and suffering in his heart cannot be relieved by a single word from her.
But she believed that with his magnanimity, he would never wallow in these negative emotions. After all, even in such distress, he still did not delay in arranging the rescue.
All she can do now is stay with him and let him calm down the raging emotions in his heart.
At the same time, we need to keep an eye on him, as the continuous travel and intense emotional fluctuations will definitely put a strain on his body.
In this situation, she simply couldn't feel comfortable letting him leave her sight even a step.
After a long while, she felt the pressure of the person's head resting on her shoulder lessen, and their body stopped trembling.
She knew he had already composed himself.
Suddenly, she reached out her slender, bony hands, cupped his face, and with tenderness and pity, gently kissed his eyelashes, the tip of his nose, and his lips.
Then she touched his forehead to his and lightly kissed his pale lips, her voice low and gentle.
"Sweetie, Yunmo has been saved, he's just not awake yet. After observation, he'll be fine."
"As for Lin Qingyi, you have to trust her. She is no ordinary person, although I don't know what happened between her and Vito Rosso."
“But Vito Rosso would rather abandon Reagent No. 3 than harm her.”
"Once the pain is over, don't blame yourself anymore. They wouldn't want to see you like this."
She put a little distance between them, her cold eyes filled with tenderness that melted only for him, as she looked directly into his slightly rippling eyes.
Her voice was low and soft, yet it carried an icy and resolute air.
“We should consider these matters carefully.”
“Vito Rosso, I will personally capture him and bring him to you, then chop off his head and let you kick it around like a football.”
Looking directly into her cold eyes that seemed to see into the depths of his soul, Xiao Wujie felt a slight burning sensation in his heart.
His gaze flickered gently as he watched her tenderly, and he spoke in a soft voice:
"I'm sorry, sister, I made you worry."
With a gentle smile, Chu Liyue curved her red lips into a captivating arc and kissed him lightly.
Her slender fingers caressed his pale, haggard face, a hint of obvious worry in her eyes. After hesitating for a moment, she finally asked:
"Would you like something to eat?"
He hadn't eaten anything since entering the Misty Forest, which was almost a day and a night ago.
Even someone with her physique felt somewhat weak, let alone someone like him who was chronically ill and physically weak.
Xiao Wujie's eyes flickered slightly upon hearing this; he actually had no appetite at all.
When a person is in a very bad mood, they don't want to eat.
But seeing the worry in Chu Liyue's eyes, he still nodded obediently.
He didn't get up, but instead reached out and wrapped his arms around her neck, burying his head in her neck and gently nuzzling her, his voice soft and delicate.
"hug……"
There was no reason, I just didn't want to leave her arms, I just wanted to hold her.
"Sweetie, I'll hug you now."
She gently kissed his hair, then picked him up and carried him out the door.
"What would you like to eat? I'll tell the kitchen to make it for you..."
The chaotic night finally came to an end, and the first rays of dawn pierced the darkness, illuminating the long corridor and casting long shadows of them...
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