Chapter 253 You Leave
He loved their bloodline, and he loved Jiang Xianwan even more.
He didn't dare let Xingxing know about his unfit father, so he was very careful.
If Xingxing heard this, he would probably think that his father was someone whose story was too complicated to explain in a few words, and he didn't even want to talk about it.
Faced with the Northern Emperor's slight despair and sorrow, Jiang Xianwan nestled in his arms and laughed loudly.
Seeing that the Northern Emperor was so ashamed he was about to cry again, he finally had a change of heart and ended the deadly problem.
But she has another problem.
Even though I know the answer, I still want to ask.
Jiang Xianwan straightened up on his lap, appearing somewhat superior.
Calm and serious.
"I will not abandon the fox, or rather, I will not only have the fox, but also be unable to let go of any of them."
"You...you still want to stay with me?"
This question sounds just as unethical.
But for some reason, I just wanted to listen to him.
However, despite having anticipated it, Jiang Xianwan's expression suddenly froze the moment Di Yin spoke.
There was an undeniable, glistening light in his eyes, burning with a stubborn spark, its radiance gently spreading to the corners of his eyes.
What remains unseen deep within is the unforgivable self-reproach and pain.
She slightly raised her chin and looked up at someone.
Look into her eyes.
He said softly:
"Time flows like water, but I wish to spend it with you."
"I would gladly accept it, and I could not have obtained it."
He was happy, happy that Jiang Xianwan hadn't abandoned him.
He couldn't believe it; Jiang Xianwan wouldn't even look at him, leaving him all alone.
He made too many mistakes in the past.
Knowing full well that she possessed a mutated spiritual root and a body of crystal-clear jade, she would find it difficult to withstand the effects of her spring tide.
He cruelly left her all alone.
He was so grateful.
Fortunately, there was Feng Huixue, fortunately, there was Hua Buxiu, fortunately, there were Su Qingliu and the others, who were by her side.
"Wanwan, no matter how many people are around you, just don't abandon me."
He looked up, his clear eyes already moist.
Jiang Xianwan stared into his clear eyes, momentarily lost in thought.
She blinked again, smiled slowly, put her hand on his shoulder, and suddenly lowered her head to kiss away the tears at the corner of his eyes.
"Time flows like water, but I wish to spend it with you."
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Jiang Xianwan walked past Yun Weize's house, her silhouette silhouetted against the moonlight. When she saw the candle still burning inside, she paused again.
Lin Yujin got up in the middle of the night and, still half asleep, saw her standing there. She walked over with some concern.
"Junior Sister, if you want to go in, just go in. If you don't go in, how will the Emperor know that you're thinking about him so much that you can't sleep at night..."
Jiang Xianwan quickly covered his mouth, "Junior Brother, if you don't speak, Junior Sister really won't think you're mute."
"Um... Brother Si, it's not that I'm afraid you'll feel guilty, umm..."
"I've taken them... mmm... I've taken them all... mmm!"
That's enough!
One by one, they were causing trouble, keeping his junior sister awake all night!
Look, even the donkey pulling the millstone isn't as tired as his junior sister; she's being coaxed around in circles!
It would be better to just take them all!
Let's take that enchanting beauty, Hua Meiren, with us too!
Let's see how they cause trouble now!
That's enough!
"Junior Brother is quite... um!"
Jiang Xianwan slapped a silencing talisman on her junior brother's forehead and said quietly, "Junior brother, I don't want to kill my brother."
In response, Lin Yujin pinched her lips with two fingers.
Before leaving, I turned back one last time and gave her a encouraging look.
Jiang Xianwan looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and said, "It's pretty good that we've collected them all."
"One washes feet, one washes face, one makes bed, one folds blankets, one serves tea, one massages legs, and one... hehe, sleeps with you."
Yun Weize suddenly pushed open the window.
His well-fitting clothes, which accentuated his tall and slender figure, indicated that he had not yet rested.
He raised his eyelashes and looked in her direction, his face pale and somewhat sickly.
A few wisps of hair brushed past her forehead, her long eyelashes half-concealing the color in her eyes, disappearing into the deep darkness.
The slow, sideways movement seemed to exhaust the last of his strength as he leaned against the window frame.
He just looked at her without saying a word.
Jiang Xianwan was silent for a moment, then said, "Um, I meant taming spirit pets."
Yun Weize was immersed in a shadow, his empty gaze piercing through the thick night, finally turning into heavy nothingness just before he could touch that green robe so close at hand.
He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the back of his hand, which was tinged with blue veins. After a long while, a faint voice came out, indistinct and distant.
I don't know whether I'm asking the person in front of me, or myself.
"Yeah?"
Jiang Xianwan's lips moved slightly, and a strange emotion suddenly appeared in her dark eyes.
Like a snowflake, it melts in the palm of your hand in the blink of an eye.
He still stood firmly on his feet, staring intently through the window at the beautiful face that resembled a patch of snow.
Without revealing his true feelings, he explained, "This disciple really didn't say anything about you."
"Smack!"
Yun Weize's pale face suddenly lost all color, he staggered, and abruptly turned around, closing the two windows behind him.
Jiang Xianwan had no time to react.
Gazing at the shadow cast by the closed window, he pursed his lips deeply.
Realizing the joke wasn't funny, he hesitated for less than half a second.
I gently knocked on the window.
Much later.
"She's asleep."
The person inside spoke in a hoarse voice, in a low voice.
But it's not hard to detect a hint of pallor, as if the voice has been severed.
Jiang Xianwan immediately opened the window.
Yun Weize had his back to her, and the candlelight shone through the hem of his dark robe.
He didn't turn around, and there was a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.
"Jiang Xianwan, why are you trying to annoy me in the middle of the night?"
He even hated that he couldn't learn to be as competitive and shrewd as a fox, and that he wasn't as sweet-talking as Fei Ling.
She couldn't compare to Di Yin's gentle nature, nor was she as cunning and persistent as Feng Yi.
They only say things that are unpleasant to hear.
Even now, he himself feels disgusted.
Jiang Xianwan's eyes flickered slightly, her gaze falling on his slightly slumped shoulders and neck. Her tone was calm and composed, without a trace of extra emotion.
"Then I'll leave?"
Yun Weize's throat tightened for a moment, and the shadow cast by his eyelashes completely concealed the moist, thin redness in his eyes.
She clearly wanted to stay, but she didn't look back, her voice indifferent, contrary to her true feelings.
"Go away."
Jiang Xianwan turned and left.
The soft rustling of fabric disappeared from his ears the instant his voice fell.
Yun Weize's body suddenly swayed, his lips trembled and opened and closed a few times, and his vision blurred.
His face was blank and he seemed almost at a loss, his lips unconsciously bitten until they bled.
In the end, step by step, with heavy, leaden steps, he sat back down on the soft couch in a daze.
He took a perfectly round lychee from his sleeve and peeled it open.
It was brought to the lips, but the fingertips sank limply to the ground.
"Why don't you eat it after peeling it?"
Suddenly, this sentence rang in my ears.
Yun Weize didn't turn around, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly as she tried to hide the stinging tears. She remained silent and wiped her hands with a handkerchief.
Jiang Xianwan looked at it for a while and said softly, "It's very clean."
Yunweize remained silent, rubbing desperately until her fingertips seemed stained with rich rouge.
It's as if she doesn't exist.
Jiang Xianwan's calm expression suddenly collapsed. She snatched the handkerchief from his hand, her tone filled with angry gritted teeth.
Why didn't you say you were unhappy?
"I won't talk about it, and I won't sleep."
Why do you have to make things so complicated for yourself?
Yun Weize remained still, but the tips of his ears perked up slightly.
However, when it came to sleeping, Jiang Xianwan's voice suddenly stopped and softened.
"Today, while you were sleeping, I was covering you with a blanket when your sword suddenly appeared and knocked me unconscious with a single blow."
"Your sword..."
"Jiang Xianwan".
The man, whose face had suddenly lost all color, raised his eyes at some point.
Jiang Xianwan paused, then fell silent.
Those were a pair of eyes, moist and flushed, filled with all sorts of muddy emotions, long since broken and scattered like mud.
Yun Weize's fingers, hidden in his sleeve, curled up in a ball on his knees, revealing his disheveled state, along with his feelings, to her in one go.
Perhaps because those eyes were filled with such turbulent emotions, leaving only a faded sadness, they calmed down.
He looked calmly at Jiang Xianwan, but no matter how hard he tried, his dark, starry eyes, which had lost sight of her, could not accurately meet her gaze.
It was filled with the embarrassment and self-mockery of being forced to the edge of a cliff.
"Are you here to explain this to me in the middle of the night?"
"I have no misunderstanding."
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