When Yi Chenli saw that An Yuan'er hadn't come over yet, he wheeled himself over to her and asked, "Aren't you leaving? Are you going to stay here a little longer?"
His question seemed to have a hidden meaning.
An Yuan'er smiled awkwardly: "What a coincidence! I ran into you here. I had no choice but to come here because I needed to find clues."
An Yuan'er should never be in a place like a brothel, she subconsciously explained to herself.
Yi Chenli curled his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Unfortunately! I came here specifically to find you."
An Yuan'er looked away: "What do you want with me? You didn't try to stop me when I left that day."
Although many days have passed, it doesn't mean An Yuan'er has forgotten that the reason she wanted to go home from Chenyang Palace that day was because she had a falling out with Yi Chenli.
If it weren't for this trip home, An Yuan'er wouldn't have known that the rumors outside had spread to this extent.
Even though Yi Chenli had difficulty walking, he could still easily pick up An Yuan'er.
He held An Yuan'er and sat with her in the wheelchair: "The quarrel is over, let's take you home."
Yi Chenli doesn't say those mushy sweet words; he simply acts according to his heart.
He missed her, and his body reacted first. Even if it meant coming to this filthy place against his will, he was determined to take her back.
An Yuan'er tugged at Yi Chenli's clothes, making them all wrinkled.
"I'm not going back with you so easily. You still haven't answered my question from that day."
"What's the problem?"
When An Yuan'er is struggling with something, she will tug at her clothes. Yi Chenli is already used to her cute little gestures.
Although the dress was quite valuable, woven from the finest silkworm silk, with only a few bolts produced each year, he was willing to let her have her way as long as she was happy.
An Yuan'er pouted and said unhappily, "Yi Chenli isn't that easy to fool. It was the question I asked you when I left that day."
Yi Chenli pretended not to understand: "What?"
An Yuan'er was furious, so she leaned close to Yi Chenli's ear, wrapped her arms around his neck, and shouted, "Do you like me?"
It was clearly a very naive question, but it was enough to keep An Yuan'er agonizing over it for a very long time.
Although Yi Chenli never said he loved her, his eyes and actions didn't lie, which was much more genuine than just saying he liked her.
Even so, like many girls, An Yuan'er wanted an answer.
Yi Chenli sighed softly and gently pinched An Yuan'er's small nose: "Silly!"
An Yuan'er's eyes widened, and she raised her little fist in protest: "What do you mean by 'stupid'?"
"That's exactly what you mean."
"You like me?"
"Mm." Yi Chenli didn't hesitate for long before responding.
An Yuan'er felt for a moment that she had misheard: "Yi Chenli, say it again."
"there is none left."
"Ah—no. I didn't hear you clearly."
"there is none left."
An Yuan'er, in a fit of rage, tore Yi Chenli's clothes even more tattered: "You stingy guy. Would it kill you to say another word?"
However, this man was very sparing with his words; once he said no, he really didn't say anything more.
The three grown men, the second, third, and fourth, stood in a row behind, listening to the two's childish and somewhat nonsensical conversation, their heads filled with question marks.
These three staunchly honest men glanced at each other, but saw no answer in each other's eyes.
Is this the sour smell of love?
Can it make your master childish, and even the air smell sour?
The three of them were completely dumbfounded! They didn't understand!
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