Chapter 116 He didn't forgive her so easily either...
Xiao Che frowned: "What are you doing here?" Before he finished speaking, he remembered that he had specially opened a hidden door to make it easier for her to come over. It led directly to his bedroom from a back wall outside the palace. He immediately said in a deep voice: "I will have someone block up that hidden door tomorrow."
Yan Jiarou's little face immediately fell down: "No, please."
But then she remembered that she had come to reconcile with him, and she was at least 70% confident that if she could appease him, he would change his mind. So she perked up and looked at him intently: "Brother, I came today to show you two things!"
"What is this?" Xiao Che asked as he walked to the bedside and sat down, looking her up and down with a hint of disgust. "A zongzi?" This idiot has wrapped herself up like a zongzi. I wonder what she's up to?
Yan Jiarou snuggled closer, wrapped in the blanket. Her eyes shone in the flickering candlelight, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the corners of her eyes lifted slightly, giving her a cat-like languor and cunning.
At first glance, her pupils appeared dark, bright, and lustrous, but upon closer inspection, one could sense a warm golden hue spreading deep within them, rippling with a faint amber hue, like the soft light of the summer sun falling into the depths of her eyes—dazzling yet warm.
She is undoubtedly beautiful.
She is charming and adorable, and her beauty is captivating.
But what he can never forget is the warmth she gave him back then.
Whether it was the companionship during her infancy or the care she received during her childhood.
They are all sincere and warm-hearted. Because they are just children, they are unpretentious, without ulterior motives or scheming, which makes them all the more precious and touching.
His entire life, from birth, has been surrounded by malice. Since he can remember, he has been surrounded by a lot of insults and curses, and has experienced far too little warmth.
Therefore, even a tiny bit of affection is enough to move one's heart, and one might even pay the price for it with one's entire life.
Of course, that's a story for another time.
Seeing that he was a little distracted, Yan Jiarou leaned closer, her red lips curving slightly and her dimples appearing shallow: "Would you like to peel a zongzi, brother?"
Xiao Che snapped out of his reverie, looked down at her, raised an eyebrow indifferently, and casually tugged at the corner of her blanket, wanting to see what tricks she was up to.
The brocade quilt slipped off, and Xiao Che, who had only glanced at her casually, immediately froze when his gaze fell on her.
—This little fool is completely naked!
No, to be more precise, she was wearing a small garment, but the material of this garment was neither silk nor gauze, but jewels and glass!
A delicate little garment, adorned with lustrous pearls strung together with silver thread, hung limply on her fair, moon-like body. The milky white skin and the luster of the pearls complemented each other perfectly, shimmering with a dazzling halo under the candlelight.
Thin and translucent glass, carved into the shape of a scallop, shrouded the snow-capped peak. Her breasts had indeed grown larger. The glass barely covered her like a halo, and with the slightest movement, it rippled with an alluring wave. However, this half-concealed beauty, half-hidden, only stirred up the unspoken desires in people's hearts.
Yet, her expression remained innocent. She deliberately swayed her hips, causing the pearls and glass to jingle and refract dazzling light, making her fair skin even more alluring under the lamplight: "Brother, does it look good? Do you like it? I dressed up especially for you..."
Xiao Che's breathing was a little erratic. He turned his face away from her and frowned, saying, "What kind of mess are you dressed in? Who taught you to dress like that?"
"Well, no one taught me... I learned it myself from books..."
"What?"
"Well... Yingxue brought me back a few books from outside the palace, one of which is called 'Eighteen Ways to Win Over Your Husband.' It says that couples should make up before they fall asleep, and there's no conflict that can't be resolved in one night of intimacy. If there is..." She blinked, then solemnly held up two slender white fingers and said seriously, "Then twice!"
Xiao Che's lips twitched: "...Who said I wanted to share a room with you?"
Yan Jiarou, upon hearing this, wore an "I knew it" expression and continued, "The book says—but what if your husband is angry and doesn't want to be with you? Then wear sexy lingerie to seduce him, yes, the one I'm wearing right now!"
Xiao Che: "…………"
"Yan Jiarou, your brain has been ruined by reading these kinds of messy books, do you know that?"
"But this book and that 'Eighteen Forms of the Camellia Palace' were written by the same person. Wasn't that the one you told me to learn?" She said, somewhat aggrieved. "Why has it become such a mess now?"
Xiao Che choked: "...Times have changed. What do you know, you idiot?"
Yan Jiarou looked at him blankly, she really didn't understand: "Xiao Che, don't you like me dressed like this?"
"……dislike."
“But brother,” she suddenly reached out and gently touched his Adam’s apple with her finger, somewhat surprised, “your Adam’s apple has become so red, and, um, it’s gotten even bigger.” She wanted to lick it.
"...And why don't you dare look at me?"
Xiao Che closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suddenly stood up.
Yan Jiarou slowly tilted her head back, her lips slightly parted, revealing a glimpse of her rosy tongue, exuding a seductive allure. Just one glance was enough to tell how soft it was, yet her eyes held a kind of innocent, animalistic look: "Brother..."
Xiao Che's Adam's apple bobbed as he turned and left the bed. A moment later, he returned, now wearing a fox-fur cloak, and draped it over Yan Jiarou.
After wrapping her up tightly, he grabbed her slender wrist and pulled her off the bed.
"Get out. I told you, from now on we're just ordinary siblings. I think I made myself clear enough in prison that day. Even broken jade leaves a mark, so why make things difficult for yourself?"
Yan Jiarou refused to leave the bed, so he used a little force. The difference in their strength was too great, and even though Yan Jiarou used all her strength, she couldn't break free at all. Soon, Xiao Che dragged her all the way to the door: "Get out."
Xiao Che had never been so harsh towards her before. He spoke to her in this tone time and time again, and she had been holding back her anger for a long time.
She had never been so embarrassed before. She had put so much effort into winning his favor, only to be ruthlessly kicked out.
Is there anyone in the world more ridiculous than her?
Her attire, as Yingxue observed, made her appear large-breasted with a slender waist and skin as smooth as jade. The jade-colored dress accentuated her beautiful figure, making her a stunning beauty that any man would find irresistible.
But why didn't Xiao Che react? He wasn't like this before.
Lanling people have always been fond of sex, but now he doesn't even have any feelings for her in that regard. Does that mean he really doesn't like her at all anymore?
A lump formed in her throat, and she clenched her hands, fighting back tears.
She was spoiled from a young age and was never a reasonable person. When reconciliation failed, she became quite angry and embarrassed.
This would trigger his temper, and his rascally stubbornness would return, his fingernails digging into the door frame, refusing to let go no matter what.
To Xiao Che, her strength was no different than a kitten scratching its paw.
However, if he pulled her forcefully, he would inevitably hurt her, so Xiao Che could only loosen his grip and sigh softly: "What exactly do you want?"
Yan Jiarou snorted, looking at him with teary eyes: "Don't you know what I want? Why do you have to ask me..."
Xiao Che frowned: "I've already said I can't treat you the same way I used to, so why are you still clinging to me and insisting on bothering me?"
This sentence completely broke Yan Jiarou's defenses.
Although she usually cries easily, when she gets really angry, she holds back her tears and refuses to shed a single one.
Unless one is extremely angry or heartbroken, then one doesn't care about anything else, and crying simply becomes a way to vent emotions.
For example, right now.
She had never cried so bitterly before: "I'm going to keep pestering you, what are you going to do about it? Just kill me!"
"You don't want me anymore. If I don't keep pestering you, won't there be no possibility between us? I only know that if you like someone, you have to try your best to win them over. I used to like Xiao Jue, so I followed him around every day and was his little shadow. Now that I like you, I naturally won't let go easily!"
"I don't care about your attitudes. In this world, I only follow my heart. The world is vast, but my feelings matter the most. I like you, so I'm going to stick with you!"
“I know you don’t like me anymore, and I don’t want to be disliked, but I can’t control myself… So, just kill me… Anyway, I’m so miserable, I don’t want to live anymore… Ever since that trip to Lishan, my life has been completely messed up, and I don’t want to be tormented by this strange disease for the rest of my life, living like this, neither human nor ghost, without dignity…”
As she spoke, she pulled the shimmering hairpin from her hair and handed it to him. Her eyelids were slightly red, and her eyes were blurry with tears as she looked at him. It seemed like she was being defiant, but it was more like a genuine outpouring of despair: "Here, kill me. Kill me, and no one will bother you anymore... We'll both be free... Do it, why don't you do it..."
Xiao Che's brows furrowed, and his eyes darkened. Although even a rabbit will bite when cornered, he had never known that the little rabbit had such a stubborn side. For the first time in his life, he felt a sense of helpless despair in the face of her obstinacy: "Yan Yan, don't be like this."
"You're not going to do it? Fine, I'll do it myself."
Before Xiao Che could react, she raised the hairpin and slashed it hard against his wrist. She didn't hold back and slashed very deep, as if she were facing certain death with a chilling determination.
The color drained from Xiao Che's face instantly. He snatched the hairpin from her hand and pulled her into his arms: "Yan Yan!"
Yan Jiarou, who was usually so afraid of pain, didn't utter a sound this time. Only after leaning back against Xiao Che's chest did she finally sob, "Brother, it hurts..."
"It's alright, don't be afraid, I won't let anything happen to you..." Xiao Che's voice was trembling as he picked her up and carried her back inside.
Yan Jiarou's wrist wound was still bleeding. The wound was quite deep, but fortunately it didn't hit any vital organs. It was just a superficial wound, and she would be fine once the bleeding stopped.
Xiao Che placed Yan Jiarou on the bed, knelt on one knee in front of her, and carefully bandaged her wounds.
Although his actions were already quite painful, Yan Jiarou couldn't resist her delicate nature and kept crying out in pain, "Brother, be gentle, it hurts..."
Xiao Che's heart clenched immediately, the pain reaching its peak, which fueled his anger. He looked up and a cold smile appeared on his lips: "What, you didn't feel any pain when you cut yourself just now? Yan Jiarou, are you crazy? You actually dared to commit suicide?!"
The word "suicide" brings a sharp pain to my heart.
He didn't know what to do to dissuade her from this crazy idea.
He dared not even think about what would have happened if the hairpin had been just an inch off...
Yan Jiarou sobbed softly, "Well, I had no choice... You don't like me at all anymore, I'm so desperate, that's why..."
"I don't like you anymore, so you're going to threaten to kill yourself?" Xiao Che laughed angrily, his voice trembling slightly. "Yan Jiarou, is this all you've got? You think you can manipulate me like this? Do you think I'll fall for it? Since you say I don't like you anymore, what does it matter to me whether you live or die? Do you think I care? Trying to threaten me with your own life? I suggest you save your breath!"
"I'll just ask you this: how many lives do you have? How dare you play around like this? If something goes wrong, won't you be a confused ghost in the underworld?!"
Yan Jiarou sobbed, "Well, I'm just a little girl. I'm not very ambitious, and all I think about is love and romance. I've always had everything I wanted since I was little, and everything has gone smoothly for me. This is the first time I've hit a wall, and I'm not willing to accept it. Brother, it's just that I like you too much..."
"I didn't mean to threaten you. If you really don't care about me, I really don't want to live anymore..." This was true. She had attempted suicide half because she wanted to gamble that Xiao Che still cared about her, and the other half because she felt utterly hopeless after hearing Xiao Che's words and had indeed considered taking her own life.
But now it seems she made the right bet; Xiao Che cares about her even more than she imagined.
If that's the case, then she still has hope.
Thinking this, she lifted her foot and placed it on his leg, gently rubbing it: "Brother, don't be angry. I won't do it again next time, okay? As long as... as long as you're a little nicer to me, I won't want to die."
Better? What would be considered better? I'm afraid it would have to be to please her.
This was a blatant threat, and she still said it wasn't? Xiao Che glared at her, annoyed.
But the deep despair in her eyes when she committed suicide just now didn't seem fake.
My mind was in turmoil.
After her outburst, Yan Jiarou has become docile now, clinging to him and wanting to get close again. Even with her injured hand, she is restless, her right foot, which is resting on his leg, slowly wandering and rubbing against him.
After the bandaging was finally finished, Yan Jiarou suddenly called out to him, "Brother, do you remember what I said before? I came today to show you two things. You've already seen one of them, that cleverly designed little dress. It's just a pity you don't seem to like it very much..."
At this point, his voice noticeably lowered, as if he were somewhat downcast, but his eyes quickly brightened again: "But you'll definitely like the second one!"
Xiao Che's Adam's apple bobbed, and he looked up at her: "What?"
She rotated her wrist, and the jade bracelet that had been slipped down to her forearm rotated a full circle with it.
A floor lamp with a cloud-shaped pendant and a moon hanging in the air was placed beside the bed. Under the candlelight, the jade bracelet could be clearly seen as it turned. It was crystal clear, flawless, and without a single dark mark.
It was as if it had never been broken.
Xiao Che was somewhat taken aback: "You..."
Taking advantage of Xiao Che's momentary daze, Yan Jiarou leaned in and kissed him, licking her lips with a hint of lingering pleasure before smiling and saying, "I've fixed it all back up!"
As she spoke, she raised her chin, quite proudly: "I begged Zhen'er to inquire. She's a real princess and always gets along very well among noble ladies. Her information is all passed around within the noble ladies' circle, so she naturally knows more than I do. She told me that there's a jade craftsman in the Zhuji Workshop in the capital whose skills are so exquisite that he can repair broken jade without leaving a trace, so I went to find him right away!"
"His craftsmanship was indeed as rumored. He used jade powder to repair the marrow. The powder was so fine that it completely penetrated into the cracks and gaps. After polishing, the repaired jade powder became one with the jade bracelet, and the cracks were no longer visible."
"However, this craftsman has a rather eccentric personality. He said that jade artifacts are usually tokens of love between men and women, and that mending jade is like mending the heart. If one's heart is not sincere, no matter how perfectly the jade artifact is repaired, it will be in vain."
"So he wanted to test my sincerity first before deciding whether to help me repair the jade."
“He told me to go to Yunhua Temple to pray for blessings. You know Yunhua Temple is on Qingyun Peak, such a high mountain. They built 108 stone steps to it, and he made me kneel and kowtow three times. I almost died there…”
As she spoke, she lowered her head and reached out to touch her knee: "Look, my knee is still red, even after three days..."
Xiao Che looked in the direction she was pointing and saw that her knees were slightly red on her two snow-white legs.
He couldn't quite describe his feelings at the moment—surprise? Unexpectedness? Angry? Or...heartache?
A mix of emotions welled up inside her, but when she spoke, all that remained was a rebuke: "Are you crazy? He told you to kneel and kowtow three times and you obediently did it? You've always been spoiled, I didn't know you'd become so compliant?"
Yan Jiarou said aggrievedly, "But if I don't do as he says, he won't agree to repair my jade bracelet..."
Xiao Che took a deep breath, a hint of malice flickering in his eyes: "It's just an inanimate object, is it really that important whether it's repaired or not?"
Every time Yan Jiarou got injured, it would irritate him, especially when someone else injured her—he had completely blamed the injury on her knee on the jade craftsman's harassment.
“But I want you to know that even if jade has flaws, it can be repaired to its original state,” she said, raising her wrist to show him the jade bracelet, staring intently at him. “Xiao Che, I did it. You said that mending jade is like mending the heart. I just want to ask you one question: does that still hold true now?”
"I have repaired the 'Kunshan Moon Soul' you gave me as before, so what about your heart for me? Can it also go back to what it was before?" Her voice was already trembling with sobs as she asked the second half of the question.
Xiao Che's throat tightened, and his mind was in turmoil.
My heart is in even more turmoil.
Reason was already crumbling, like snow melting into water; once the first drop of water appeared, the remaining snow was only a matter of time before it all disappeared: "...I don't know."
If it's "I don't know" instead of "It's impossible," then there's some easing of the situation.
Yan Jiarou blinked, her eyes brightening for a moment, her joy evident.
Her snow-white, lustrous toes gently brushed against him, her soles slowly moving in and out, like a silent teasing.
Of course, Yan Jiarou didn't understand this. She wasn't fully enlightened about matters between men and women. In bed, Xiao Che always served her. She wasn't good at flirting or teasing. Although she had come of age, she was still very childish and only understood such behavior as being coquettish.
"Brother, please forgive me this once, okay?"
Under the shimmering candlelight, the little girl's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes were tinged with red, and her beautiful face was streaked with tears. Her red lips were slightly pouting, and she pleaded for mercy for herself in a pitiful manner.
"You said that mending jade is like mending the heart. Now I have succeeded in repairing the jade bracelet without leaving a trace. Xiao Che, you must also do the same and treat me with the same feelings as before."
"I really know I was wrong... Look, I've gone to so much trouble for you, wearing sexy lingerie and repairing the jade bracelet. Isn't that enough to show you my true feelings? I promise to treat you very, very well from now on, really, Xiao Che, please trust me just one more time..."
"Please... brother, just this once..."
She chattered on and on for a long time, but seeing that Xiao Che remained silent with his brows furrowed, she rubbed her feet against his body even more, trying to get his attention and urge him to respond.
Suddenly, Xiao Che let out a muffled groan, as if he had stepped on something.
Yan Jiarou was taken aback: "Brother, what's wrong?" She felt that she hadn't used much force, had she hurt Xiao Che? That shouldn't be the case.
Out of curiosity, she tentatively stepped on it again.
Xiao Che suddenly raised his head, a hint of annoyance on his handsome face. When he spoke, his voice was extremely hoarse: "Yan Jiarou, where did you step?"
Yan Jiarou was about to say, "I didn't step on anything," when she suddenly noticed something under her foot... (Please delete this entire post.)
Even though she was slow to react, she finally realized where she had stepped on Xiao Che's foot.
A blush immediately rose to Yan Jiarou's fair cheeks, and she shyly apologized to him, "Xiao Che, I... I didn't mean to..."
Xiao Che frowned, his breathing somewhat unsteady, and scolded in a low voice, "Then why aren't you moving it? What are you doing?"
"Oh, I'll be right away..." He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.
Yan Jiarou gave a coquettish snort, a mischievous and cunning glint in her cat-like eyes: "It would have been better if you hadn't said that, now that you've said it, I'm not taking it away... Why are you being so fierce to me! You tricked me into taking your things so many times before, why didn't you tell me to take them away then? Now you've become so precious, I can't even touch them? They say in the stories that men don't recognize their partners after getting out of bed, and are most prone to changing their minds, it's true, humph, I'll touch it, I'll touch it!"
As she said this, she stomped on the ground a few more times, and continued recklessly, "Speaking of which, Yingxue said that my outfit today makes my figure even more exquisite and shapely. She said she would get a nosebleed from looking at it. It's incredibly alluring. Unless you're a eunuch, no man could resist you... But why don't you have any reaction at all?"
She bit her finger, seemingly genuinely puzzled: "...And now that you've...already awake, if it were before, you would have already taken advantage of me...but today you're still like this, dead..."
"Brother, I've already told you that I've listened to you and carefully studied the 'Eighteen Forms of the Tsubaki Palace.' Don't you want to test my learning progress?"
"Hmm," she lowered her head slightly, looking at Xiao Che kneeling on one knee, gently yet cruelly rubbing his skin with her palm, while asking him with innocent yet regretful eyes:
"Xiao Che, are you... dying?"
Blood-red lines spread across his pale brown pupils, quickly covering his entire eye. Xiao Che looked at her, his breathing rapid, his Adam's apple bobbing.
The way he looked at her was intense and dangerous, as if he wanted to devour her whole.
How can a man say he can't?
The last taut string in my mind finally snapped abruptly.
"What did you say? You said 'I can't do it'? Is that right?"
Yan Jiarou was stunned for a moment, also frightened by his murderous gaze, and subconsciously withdrew her foot: "I...I didn't say that...Um, I was wrong, brother..."
She had only tucked her foot in halfway when her fair and slender ankle was suddenly grabbed.
Xiao Che gently stroked her skin with his palm, sneered, and said, "Too late."
Yan Jiarou let out a soft cry, and the next moment, she felt a dizzying sensation.
When he came to his senses, he was already firmly pinned down by Xiao Che. Veins bulged on his forehead, clearly he had been holding back for a long time, and he said fiercely, "I think you're just a coward."
"They'll behave after one meal."
"After causing such a commotion tonight, crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide, you actually dared to kill yourself? And wearing those jewelry and fancy clothes, all those underhanded tricks, is that what you're after?"
"You just want me to fuck you, right? Fine, then I'll grant your wish."
Yan Jiarou slowly opened her beautiful eyes, but before she could react, Xiao Che had already... (Please delete this entire post.)
The bed... (Please delete everything, I beg you to let me go.) The woman's low sobs were quickly drowned out...
Yan Jiarou had never experienced such an intense youth before. It was only after this experience that she realized how restrained Xiao Che had been towards her in the past.
Her voice was hoarse from crying, but Xiao Che still wouldn't let her go, only sneering, "Your Highness, you've seduced me in every way, just so you'd get me to treat you like this? What, are you just a hypocrite?"
"Such a strong addiction, yet such a useless person, how dare he be so reckless as to provoke me? Ha, fool."
"Cry? You still have the nerve to cry? There is no one more hateful than you in this world. I have already made up my mind, why do you have to provoke me again and drag me into this abyss? Are you satisfied now that you see me like this?"
"Dare to betray me, and since you want my forgiveness, I'll naturally let you vent your anger properly. My dear sister, don't you agree?"
The only response he received was the woman's broken moans.
When it was finally all over, Yan Jiarou was still...
She turned her body slightly to the side, her shoulders trembling slightly. (She's crying, the reviewer might think.)
Xiao Che lay down beside her, slowly calming his restless aura.
He closed his eyes tightly and suddenly felt a little frustrated.
He knew he had fallen for her trick again.
Moreover, he had been so focused on venting that he seemed to have lost control of his strength and went a bit too far...
Tonight, Yan Jiarou's crying, tantrums, and threats of suicide only hurt her more. He was already burning with anger and extremely agitated, wanting to teach her a lesson. Then, she said those things to disturb his mind and recklessly provoked him...
He hated her flirting and teasing, which made him feel uneasy, and he hated himself even more for his own lack of compassion, which allowed her to manipulate him time and time again.
With all sorts of emotions intertwined, he could no longer hold back and vented them completely on her.
If Yan Jiarou hadn't regained some of her senses at the last moment, she might have really been fucked to death in bed by him.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he turned to look at her.
The little girl was facing away from him, and surprisingly, she didn't cry out; her shoulders were just trembling slightly.
He frowned slightly, reached out and turned her body around, only to be met with her small face covered in tears. He was stunned for a moment, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes: "Yan Yan... did I... scare you?"
Xiao Che's words only made things worse. Yan Jiarou couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears, throwing herself into his arms: "Brother, I thought... you were going to kill me in bed... I called you so many times but you wouldn't stop, waaaah, you scared me to death..."
Xiao Che gently patted her back: "It's alright, it's nothing. I went too far."
Yan Jiarou stepped back a little, looked up at him, and sobbed softly, "Is this all... Xiao Che, you almost took my life, and this is all you can say to me?"
Xiao Che glanced at her and asked, "Then what do you want to hear?"
“You know what I want to hear,” Yan Jiarou cried. “You know, Xiao Che, please, you know what I want to hear.”
Her tear-filled eyes were filled with pleading and entreaty.
Xiao Che closed his eyes, and that feeling of being in a state of panic and out of control washed over him again like a tide.
It was already past midnight, and all was quiet. If the two of them didn't make a sound, the room would be completely silent.
Only the occasional crackling sound of the lamp wick remained.
After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Che slowly opened his eyes, looked at Yan Jiarou who was looking at him with sorrow, and finally sighed.
"Fine, I'll give you one last chance," he heard his own voice ring out, carrying an almost submissive tone of compromise, "Yan Jiarou, listen carefully, if you dare to betray me again..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yan Jiarou had already hugged him, crying and tightly encircling his neck, sobbing more heartbreakingly than ever before.
Xiao Che was taken aback, then gently patted her back to comfort her, "Didn't I tell you what you want to hear? Why are you still crying?"
"I...I'm just so happy, sob...Brother, you're so good to me, I love you so much...sob...Don't worry, I'll never betray you again. If I ever betray you again, I won't even forgive myself..."
As she spoke, she hugged him even tighter, as if she were holding a rare treasure.
She finally had Xiao Che back. From the day he said he would never forgive her again to the moment he forgave her, it had only been a few days, but for her, it felt like a cycle had passed.
Xiao Che held Yan Jiarou in his arms, but his heart was also churning with emotions.
He usually doesn't give a second chance to those who betray him.
But now he has broken his vow for her again, and he doesn't know if it's right or wrong.
But regardless of right or wrong, and whatever the consequences may be, he has made a choice and must bear the consequences.
Hopefully, the little rabbit will really behave well from now on.
He hasn't forgiven her easily after suffering so much this time; she should be taught a lesson by the chairman, right?
I hope so.
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