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Qu Linghan instinctively hid behind Pei Wuyang.
The hem of her flowing robe brushed against a teacup that had fallen onto the wooden board at some unknown time, making a rustling sound.
In less than a second, Qu Linghan heard a questioning voice coming from directly in front of him.
"Young master, are you sure no one else has come in?"
As soon as the words were spoken, the air seemed to quiet down considerably.
Qu Linghan clenched his hands tightly, revealing the veins on his arms.
She looked up at Pei Wuyang, but he didn't speak.
Qu Linghan really couldn't figure out his thoughts. She always felt that Pei Wuyang didn't treat her like an ordinary person.
It was as if something had happened between the two of them.
However, Qu Linghan and Pei Wuyang haven't had much contact yet.
She couldn't quite explain what kind of kindness or unforgettable resentment existed between the original owner and him.
Just as Qu Linghan was feeling uneasy, a threatening question came from above her head.
"Are you doubting me? Or do I need to remind you of my identity?"
It is concise, yet leaves no room for argument, and is extremely intimidating.
Qu Linghan had never seen this side of Pei Wuyang before, and she was somewhat lost in thought.
Looking at the couch and table covered with bamboo slips in front of him, Qu Linghan imagined the past between the original owner and Pei Wuyang.
Is it love or hate?
"Ling Han? Are you alright?"
"ah?"
Qu Linghan snapped out of her daze. Pei Wuyang had his hands on her shoulders, their eyes very close.
Qu Linghan could clearly see that Pei Wuyang's eyes were filled with unease, as if he was genuinely afraid that something had happened to Qu Linghan.
She subconsciously looked at Pei Wuyang's hands, which were resting on her shoulders.
Pei Wuyang then moved his hands away and gave a self-deprecating smile.
"Thank you for your concern, Young Master Pei. I am fine now."
"It's good that you're alright. I have official business to attend to right now. I'll send someone to take you home in a bit."
Thank you.
Looking at Qu Linghan's official and respectful demeanor.
Pei Wuyang felt an indescribable sense of desolation.
Looking at Qu Linghan's retreating figure, he called out softly.
"Ling Han".
"Um?"
You seem... different.
As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Wuyang put on a smile.
"Alright, I'll take you back now."
......
Qu Linghan was somewhat confused, and after a long while, he replied:
"good."
Pei Wuyang summoned his attendants to put veils over Qu Linghan and Fang Ya'er, covering their faces.
The pure white gauze in front of her blocked Qu Linghan's view, but she couldn't do anything about it.
They had no choice but to follow Pei Wuyang's arrangements, as he still had official business to attend to.
He then sent his men to escort Qu Linghan and his companion back to their residence.
"Girl, come with me."
"good."
Qu Linghan helped Fang Ya'er along, and the two followed the person in front of them side by side.
The moonlight shone on the two of them, making them look like two pure white fairies.
After several tense days, Qu Linghan was finally able to relax.
However, just as she was about to stretch, she caught a glimpse of flashing swords in the distance.
Before she could react, the sound of footsteps approached her from afar.
"Who are you?!"
Qu Linghan suddenly pulled down the veil covering her face, revealing the bloodstains still clearly visible.
The layers of gauze in her hand fluttered in the wind, accompanied by the threatening intimidation from the person in front of her.
"You don't care who I am, you're blocking His Highness's way."
The person in front of me gritted his teeth, his face full of malice.
"They deserve to die."
......
"Damn it, you knew perfectly well that I'd wanted to bring down that bastard Bai Zhaoming for a long time!"
After Qu Linghan left, the Third Prince, who had been lurking in the shadows of the room, appeared in anger.
"Your Highness, please have some tea."
But Pei Wuyang didn't buy into his act at all, and her expression remained unchanged.
"Get out of my sight!"
The third prince suddenly knocked the cup over, spilling tea all over the floor.
He crouched down, dipped his hands in the tea, and glared fiercely at Pei Wuyang.
Then he started drawing circles on the table.
"Do you think you can beat me?"
......
"You think you can beat me?!"
Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in attention, Qu Linghan hurled the veil in her hand at the man in front of her.
As the man clutched his face and cried out in pain, Qu Linghan pulled Fang Ya'er up and embarked on their "escape route" once again.
The man behind him was furious and shouted loudly.
"Grab those two women!!!"
With more and more pursuers behind them, Qu Linghan and Fang Ya'er were already drenched in sweat and exhausted.
Qu Linghan forced himself to remain calm.
"Ya'er, at least one of us has to survive..."
She was out of breath.
"You go this way, I'll go that way."
"good."
After saying that, the two split up and quickly disappeared from sight.
"Chase after them!"
......
After an unknown amount of time, Qu Linghan was already struggling to walk.
She had wandered into some unknown place, a dead or alive, with a thick pile of straw blocking her way, a testament to her predicament.
"Let's see where you can go now!"
A burly man with a full beard appeared in front of him.
Qu Linghan's legs had long since gone weak; at this moment, she was like a turtle in a jar.
Waiting for death to come...
"I kill you!"
Qu Linghan closed his eyes tightly, but the pain he had imagined did not come.
There was a sound like a heavy object crashing down directly in front of me, accompanied by a faint, drawn-out gasp from who-knows-where.
"kill..."
......
"kill!"
Brief, yet extremely intimidating.
A familiar voice suddenly echoed in Qu Linghan's mind, and she opened her eyes in disbelief.
The person before him was mounted on a horse, wearing the mask she had once bought for him, and the bow and arrow in his hand seemed to have just been lowered.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, faintly mixed with the persistent, subtle scent of sandalwood that always clung to him.
The pure white moonlight shone on the two of them, casting a soft glow on their pale armor, making them appear exceptionally unreal.
The once spirited young man bore the marks of war on his face.
Qu Linghan could almost picture himself fighting for his country, with banners fluttering behind him, dressed in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse.
In the blink of an eye, she even fantasized about how this man with unparalleled good looks had once pretended to be a harmonious couple with her.
Before the moonlight was bright and before dawn broke.
Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the dried blood.
Qu Linghan shouted out,
"Why are you taking so long to get here...?"
She almost, almost never saw him again.
Hearing the person in front of me calling out with complaints and longing, I wondered what had forced them to do so.
Bai Hui dismounted and walked straight to Qu Linghan.
With his calloused hands, he gently wiped and stroked her face. Their hair intertwined, and Qu Linghan could even feel Bai Hui's warm breath.
It made her feel all itchy.
"I'm late..."
After saying that, he cupped Qu Linghan's face in his hands and looked at the dark red blood mixed with tears.
"You're injured."
Qu Linghan had never seen Bai Hui so tender before, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"It's good that you're here."
"But don't worry too much, this isn't my blood."
Bai Hui shook his head, seemingly marveling at Qu Linghan's straightforwardness.
But I felt mostly relieved.
"It's good that there's no problem."
"Let's go home."
......
Perhaps because he had just survived a near-death experience, Qu Linghan hadn't quite recovered yet.
As Bai Hui leaped onto his horse, she suddenly realized...
Then his eyes widened.
Bai Hui, on horseback, looked at his wife's bewildered expression and a smile appeared on his lips.
"Don't worry, I sent people to rescue Fang Ya'er before I came."
Qu Linghan was relieved and handed his hand to Bai Hui.
With their bodies pressed together, Qu Linghan simply rested his head on Bai Hui's shoulder.
"You're very thoughtful."
…
After saying this, Bai Hui raised his riding whip.
The horse made a "clop-clop" sound.
A gentle breeze stirred.
Qu Linghan's skirt fluttered in the wind again, this time feeling light and happy.
Night had fallen, and the dew was heavy.
Having walked through the tunnel for too long, outwitted Hu Qing'er, and escaped the brothel, Qu Linghan had long since lost all his strength.
I even felt a little sleepy.
And so they began to peck at rice like chicks...
"Don't sleep here."
Bai Hui felt Qu Linghan getting closer and closer. He held the riding whip in his left hand and raised his right hand to gently press it against Qu Linghan's chin.
It's cool.
Qu Linghan's consciousness had long since vanished.
There was no response to Bai Hui's words.
"Ling Han".
His voice was no longer as cold and aloof as before.
In its place comes tenderness and longing.
"Um?"
Qu Linghan lifted her head from Bai Hui's shoulder.
Still sleepy-eyed.
Are you cold?
"cold."
Qu Linghan put on a pitiful expression.
Bai Hui didn't say anything, and jumped off his horse.
Then he leaped up again.
He sat down behind Qu Linghan.
He held Qu Linghan tightly in front of him.
Are you still cold?
Qu Linghan felt the warmth in his arms, looked up, and could just see Bai Hui's eyes.
The two looked at each other.
Qu Linghan's eyes sparkled.
In Bai Hui's eyes, winter had given way to spring.
The ice melted, and what replaced it was longing.
…
Bai Hui rode his horse, but did not return to his residence.
The two stood on the street, gazing at the lights of countless homes.
Bai Hui suddenly remembered a dream he had at some point in time.
He stood in the corner, looking at his hands covered in blood.
His disheveled appearance was reflected on the frozen lake.
Even the mask he usually used to cover his eyes had become rusty.
The past kept resurfacing, and she truly appeared before him, weaving herself into reality.
On the pristine white snow, the laughter of a young girl echoed.
He remembered her words again.
"Several plum blossoms in the corner of the wall, blooming alone in the cold."
He tilted his head back, wanting to touch the heavy snow, as if that would bring him closer to her.
The dripping blood shattered his illusions.
All was silent.
He suddenly chuckled softly.
The dream is over.
Looking at Qu Linghan in front of him, he felt a surge of longing.
Without realizing it, his heart seemed to have already become intertwined with her every move.
He reached out and plucked a leaf that had fallen onto Qu Linghan's hair.
If you fall in love, you must protect her.
Qu Linghan looked up, her eyes filled with confusion.
He then breathed a sigh of relief and smiled easily.
It was as if her presence allowed her to recklessly take risks.
“Zhaoming”.
"Um."
Under a sky full of stars, the two looked at each other and smiled.
Suddenly, a shout from afar pierced the sky.
"younger sister!"
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