Xiao Xun stood up, looking down at her. His tone returned to its usual coldness, but carried the weight of a promise: "You only need to do one thing—wait. Until he returns alive, live well for me."
After saying that, he didn't linger and strode out of the study. The heavy sound of the door closing shut blocked out Xin Kui's worried gaze from outside, and also blocked out the suffocating sorrow inside the study.
Xin Jiuwei remained curled up on the ground, her gaze fixed blankly on the doorway, then slowly shifting to the cold porcelain bottle beside her. Xiao Xun's icy yet forceful words exploded like thunder in her lifeless heart—"Xin Yunzhou will not die." "Save him at all costs." "Live well."
This was not comfort, nor sympathy, but an order, a declaration, an unquestionable promise made by him as the sixth prince! A faint but real force, like a trickle, painstakingly pierced through the ice of despair and flowed into her parched heart.
Her hand trembled as she reached out and gripped the cold porcelain bottle tightly. The chill emanating from the bottle, penetrating her palm, strangely provided a sense of support. She pressed her forehead against the cold ground, suppressing the bitterness that welled up deep in her throat again. Her brother had to live! And she, she had to live! For her brother, for the Xin family, and to wait for Xiao Xun to fulfill that cold promise!
Tears fell silently again, but this time they were no longer endless despair; instead, they were mixed with a faint yet tenacious glimmer of hope. On the other side of the contract, the cold-blooded man, in this moment, in his unique way, cast a cold pillar called "power" into her crumbling world.
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