"Sikong." Feng Ye murmured, unable to suppress the fear rising in his heart, "Really... is it you?"

He begged Shang Cang almost frantically to let him see Yan Sikong again, even just once. But when the person really stood in front of him, he didn't dare to believe it and was afraid to touch her.

Yan Sikong leaned his head slightly and looked behind Feng Ye. Liang Huiyong and others were following closely behind him, and Yuan Nanyu was also among them. His pupils flickered, and just as he was about to open his mouth, Feng Ye suddenly turned his head and used the scabbard to pull the door back with his backhand, closing it with a "bang".

Yan Sikong was finally forced to look at Feng Ye. He said calmly, "It was me. I didn't die. I'm afraid I'll disappoint everyone in the world."

Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong with a sharp gaze.

Yan Sikong felt a little scared when Feng Ye stared at him: "The Wolf King has come a long way, so he must be tired from riding. Why don't you go and rest first?"

Feng Ye walked towards Yan Sikong step by step.

Yan Sikong couldn't help but step back, but after he took three steps, his lower back hit the table.

Feng Ye walked up to Yan Sikong and slowly extended his hand towards his cheek.

Yan Sikong's expression suddenly turned cold and he turned his head away slightly.

Feng Ye felt a dull pain in his heart, his hands trembled, but he finally put his hand against Yan Sikong's face.

The hand was as cold as ice, while Yan Sikong's cheek was as warm as the sun in May. Unfortunately, when a person who has been frozen for a long time encounters fire, the first thing he feels is not warmth, but pain.

When Feng Ye confirmed with his own hands that the person in front of him was not an illusion, his heart ached as if it were being bitten by ants, and tears rolled down his cheeks without any warning, flowing endlessly like a dam bursting.

Yan Sikong was stunned. He had never seen Feng Ye cry like this before, like... a child crying. He frowned and turned his face away again, but the next moment, Feng Ye tightly locked him in his arms.

"Wolf King..." Yan Sikong struggled hard.

Feng Ye's arms were as hard to move as iron clamps. His armor carried the chill of the coldest days of winter in Liaodong, which went straight into his bones. Yan Sikong shivered all over.

Feng Ye cried out in a sobbing voice: "Kong'er..."

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Let me go."

"Why do you do this to me? You said you don't hate me, so why do you do this to me?" Feng Ye seemed to have endless grievances and pains, and he wanted to vent them in tears. He had never cried like this since he could remember. He hugged Yan Sikong tightly. He held her with all his strength, afraid that if he let go, the person in his arms would disappear. He would never, ever let go again.

Yan Sikong said calmly: "Wolf King, you are too cold, can you let me go first?"

Hearing this, Feng Ye hesitated and loosened his grip. Yan Sikong took the opportunity to push him away, but he grabbed her wrist.

Yan Sikong tried to pull his hand back, but failed. He said in a deep voice, "Why does Wolf King have to do this?"

Feng Ye carefully scanned Yan Sikong's face, fearing that he might miss a single word. However, he had so much to say that he didn't know where to start. In the end, he only uttered the strongest words in his heart: "I miss you so much."

Yan Sikong's face flashed with anger, but it was gone in a flash. His tone remained calm: "Did the Wolf King get what he wanted?"

Feng Ye was stunned and speechless.

"You have already got what you wanted, but I haven't. Thank you, Wolf King, for sending troops to rescue Liaodong." Yan Sikong tried to pull his hand back again, but Feng Ye held it tightly. His tone became colder, "Let me go."

"Do you really know what I want?" Feng Ye stared at him with red eyes.

"I have died once, so I really can't give the Wolf King anything." Yan Sikong said expressionlessly, "No matter what the Wolf King wants from me, just give up."

Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong in a daze. The coldness and alienation on his face even surpassed Liaodong's coldness. He was in a panic and said hastily, "I... I blamed you wrongly. Everything was my fault. Que forgot, Que forgot that he remembered, Kong'er, it was my fault, I..."

"He remembered?" Yan Sikong's eyes widened, "Yu'er remembered?!"

"Yes, he told me everything." Feng Ye could not hide his regret, "I'm sorry, I... I misunderstood you, you are Yan Sikong, you are mine..." He was so guilty that he could not continue.

Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye quietly. He had wanted to use all his strength to prove his identity. He had hoped that Feng Ye would recognize the truth, and thought about how relieved he would be if the misunderstanding was resolved one day.

But now that Feng Ye had personally acknowledged his identity, he didn't even feel the slightest bit nervous.

It's too late. Even he doesn't care who he is anymore. It's really too late.

Yan Sikong said coldly: "It really doesn't matter who I am, and there is no need for the Wolf King to act like this."

"I know you blame me." Feng Ye choked up, "You blame me, that's why you treat me like this... I thought you were dead, I really thought you were dead. Do you know how I got through these 213 days? I thought about you day and night, every moment. If it weren't for Liaodong, would you have to hide for the rest of your life? Kong'er, do you really hate me that much?"

"I, Yan Sikong, have lived a frivolous life, with no control over anything. The only thing I can control is my own death. Therefore, my life and death have nothing to do with others, and I don't need to report it to anyone." Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye coldly, "It's Wolf King who once said that he hated me, and you did what you said and did to me in the past. Therefore, whether you regret or feel guilty today is meaningless to me. You might as well just accept it and let's just talk about business."

Feng Yehun stared at Yan Sikong stiffly, the cold and ruthless eyes pierced his heart. He had seen the deep affection and joy that belonged only to him on this face that he had been obsessed with for half his life, even though it was later stained with sadness and hatred, it was still for him, but now these eyes were as cold as if they were looking at a stranger.

Is this his Sikong? He is the one who changed his Sikong into what it is now.

What on earth had he done over the years to become a stranger to the person he loved the most?

Feng Ye took a deep breath, his eyes were so blurry that he could hardly see Yan Sikong's face. He shook his head and said, "You blame me. You should blame me. It's my fault. It's all my fault. You always think about me. In the end, it's all for me...but I never believed you."

Yan Sikong said nothing.

"But...but in my whole life, you are the only one in my heart. No matter how much I hated and resented you, it couldn't stop me from loving you as if you were my life..."

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye’s face which was twisted with pain, his heart trembling slightly, and he turned his head away.

Feng Ye said with tears in his eyes: "Kong'er, what do you want in exchange for forgiving me? Now I have everything, I can give you everything."

Yan Sikong said softly, "The Wolf King is high above me. His rewards, punishments, favors, and insults are all graces. I am really not worthy of talking to you about any forgiveness. I really don't want to recall the past. Just think of it as being burned away by the fire. If the Wolf King is really willing to give me something, I just want a 'purity'."

There was almost no blood on Feng Ye's face: "Kong'er, I will never let you go, I..."

"Don't call me 'Kong' anymore!" Yan Sikong's face flashed with a hint of evil, and he couldn't help but say in a vicious voice, "This is a name that only the people closest to me can call me. Please, Wolf King, let me go."

Feng Ye was in so much pain that he closed his eyes, just to block out Yan Sikong's look of resistance, even if only for a moment.

Taking advantage of Feng Ye's distraction, Yan Sikong pulled back his hand with all his strength. There were red fingerprints on his fair wrist. He straightened his clothes and said, "The Wolf King already has a family and children. It is not appropriate for him to be entangled with a notorious male pet. Even if we are alone in a room, I am afraid that it will tarnish the Wolf King's reputation." As he said this, he took a step forward to leave.

Feng Ye crossed his arms across his chest.

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and turned to leave.

Feng Ye stretched out his long arms, grabbed his waist, held the back of his neck with one hand, and leaned forward to capture those ruthless lips.

Yan Sikong grabbed the hilt of his sword and lifted it up. The long sword came out of its sheath. The next moment, it was across Feng Ye's neck. Yan Sikong said coldly, "Let go."

Feng Ye looked deeply into Yan Sikong's eyes, not wanting to blink once, and said hoarsely, "Go ahead."

Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes.

"My life is in your hands, you can take it." Feng Ye lowered his head and moved closer to Yan Sikong's lips, "But as long as I still have a breath, I want you. What I want most in this life is not the world, but you."

While Yan Sikong was stunned, Feng Ye covered his lips, greedily tasting every bit of the taste between his lips.

Yan Sikong's eyes darkened, he grabbed the hilt of the sword and hit Feng Ye hard on the back of the neck.

Feng Ye felt pain and dizziness, and Yan Sikong pushed him away forcefully.

Feng Ye staggered a few steps and looked at Yan Sikong sadly.

Yan Sikong threw the sword at Feng Ye's feet with a clang. He said slowly, "If others saw this, they would think that the Wolf King was really in love with you. Unfortunately, I have a very good memory. I remember every word you said to me and every thing you did clearly."

Feng Ye's face was filled with sorrow.

"Of course, I only remember it, but it doesn't hurt anymore." Yan Sikong said frankly, "It's just that once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of the rope for ten years. I am still the cunning and scheming Yan Sikong, and the Wolf King is still the arrogant and unruly Wolf King. The Wolf King was not without deep affection, but what happened later? You are right. If it weren't for Liaodong, I would never want to see you again in my life. Thank you, Wolf King, for sending troops to Liaodong. This is all between you and me."

Yan Sikong walked past the frozen crowd, pushed open the door, and strode out.