"Changjun, I..."
Before Lian Jingzhi could finish speaking, Shen Ye immediately sealed his mouth with her lips, choking back the words he was about to say, her lips moving with a somewhat urgent rhythm.
After tonight, we'll be even. So let the storm rage on.
Afterwards, the two lay sprawled on the bed, their silence holding their breath.
He should say something, anything at all.
"Lian Jingzhi..."
“Changjun…”
The two called each other's names in unison.
"You go first." Lian Jingzhi turned his head and looked at Shen Ye's silhouette.
"I...we, after tonight..." Shen Ye said haltingly, instinctively clutching the corner of the blanket, "we'll go back to the beginning, back to the time when we were just ordinary master and servant."
Lian Jingzhi remained silent.
"I want to ask you, is the imperial seal... really the reason you and I are entangled every night?"
His clear black eyes held a complex expression, and Lian Jingzhi remained silent.
"To be honest, is the Imperial Seal really that important to you?"
“If so, I will give it to you… I hope that you will find someone you love in the future, and that person will love you very much, and then… and then…” Shen Ye suddenly choked up, he tried to open his eyes wide, “I hope that you will be free from illness and disaster, and live a happy and healthy life for all eternity.”
After a long silence, Lian Jingzhi finally spoke, "Okay."
After saying that, he got up, put on his clothes, and left without looking back.
At that moment, neither of them saw the sadness in the other's eyes.
For Yu Chenye, love means letting go; as long as Lian Jingzhi is well, then he is well.
But perhaps for Lian Jingzhi, Shen Ye was just a passerby in his life, a male concubine he liked for a few days.
Lian Jingzhi had weighed the pros and cons in his mind; what he wanted was Jingzhao Kingdom, not love.
He is a king, and a king should not be bound by love.
After leaving Shen Ye's place, Lian Jingzhi sat in the pavilion in the corridor, looking up at the moon, the same color as his hair, and wondered what he was feeling.
The feeling was perhaps like a crochet hook, catching onto his heart and slowly pulling it outwards, circle by circle...
Shen Ye sat up, covering his face with his hands in silent pain; it really hurt too much.
This must be what love is, right?
Love is wanting to touch, but then pulling your hand back.
It turns out that in the face of love, both men and women are vulnerable and helpless.
Before long, the rooster crowed, and the sounds of servants moving around could be heard outside.
Daylight broke.
Inside the room, the lingering, enchanting atmosphere of their passionate lovemaking still remained.
He was just a man, a selfish man. Perhaps, in this world, no matter where, there is still no place for people like him.
But surely there must be a place that can accommodate two ordinary men!
"Lian Jingzhi, I love you..."
Shen Ye spoke softly, sitting weakly on the bed, wanting to dream, dreaming of him, and wanting to die in that dream, never to wake up again.
Since we said we would give him the imperial seal, then let's give it to him.
Just as Shen Ye finished dressing by the window and was about to leave, he saw a jade pendant on the ground—it belonged to Lian Jingzhi.
In that instant, selfishness took over, and he picked it up and put it in his pocket, not intending to return it to him.
Because this belongs to Lian Jingzhi.
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