Chapter 32: I can’t hide my identity anymore. I’m willing to work like a slave for anything…
The air suddenly became quiet.
The raging snowstorm blew past her temples, making Lou Wanqiao's hair flutter in the wind, but her eyes were extremely calm, with Wen Xuechi's shadow reflected in her pupils.
Wen Xuechi pursed his lips and whispered, "You're seriously injured. I'll take you home first..."
"Don't try to change the subject. I'm not going to die anytime soon." Lou Wanqiao didn't move, staring directly into his eyes. "What is your purpose for staying by my side and watching over me for so long? Marquis Pingyuan, Wen Xuechi."
Wen Xuechi paused, lowered his head, and his voice was quickly blown away by the wind: "I still like to hear you call me Yan Gui..."
Lou Wanqiao ignored him and didn't respond, still staring at him.
Her eyes were too indifferent and bloodshot, and Wen Xuechi hated to see this the most.
He knew the look in Lou Wanqiao's eyes, and he also knew that she was always cold towards outsiders. He had seen Lou Wanqiao look at others like this before, but what Wen Xuechi hated most and could never have imagined was that Lou Wanqiao would look at him like this.
He raised his hand to cover her eyes, but the next second, someone grabbed his wrist. Lou Wanqiao grabbed his wrist and raised his eyes coldly and warily: "What do you want?"
"Zizhao, I..." He looked inexplicably uneasy, and hesitated for a moment, as if he had a lot to say but didn't know where to begin. He lowered his head, making it difficult to see his face.
Lou Wanqiao asked again, "You must have known my identity a long time ago, right? My name is not Liu Wan, and I'm not a constable from the Dali Temple. Marquis Pingyuan, was this all you did on purpose from the beginning?"
"No!" Wen Xuechi replied immediately. This time, his voice pierced through the snow and reached her ears clearly. "Zizhao, we've been together for so long, don't you want to believe me?"
His eyes were filled with resentment, and tiny flakes of snow still clung to his eyelashes. It reminded Lou Wanqiao of a time, more than a decade ago, when, under a clear sky, she had found a black puppy on the street. It lay in a corner, its eyes wet with tears. It was so dirty, so tiny, huddled in the corner, yet its eyes sparkled as it stared at her. Lou Wanqiao's heart softened, and she took it home.
But on that last night, the little black dog was able to continue to stay by her side. By then, it had grown much bigger than when she first picked it up. When the door to Liu's residence was knocked open, it was the first to pounce on the intruders, sensing their ill intentions.
Lou Wanqiao reached out and wiped the blood from her eyes. She looked down at her palm, then at the wound on her arm, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.
I felt a little dizzy, and the wind was even more uncomfortable. But fortunately, I wouldn't die for the time being.
Wen Xuechi sighed softly and lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, but when he raised his head again, his eyes suddenly changed.
"I have indeed observed you for a long time, Shaoqing of Dali Temple." The corners of his lips rose, and he suddenly smiled, but Lou Wanqiao felt something was wrong.
Is it finally time to change my face...?
He stared at her, each word clearly audible, his voice as clear as the brightest moon on a clear summer night: "Building, evening, bridge."
Lou Wanqiao looked at him fearlessly.
Wen Xuechi suddenly leaned forward slightly towards her. Lou Wanqiao was alert, but did not sense any danger signal from him.
She felt somewhat suspicious. Wen Xuechi had already bent down and leaned close to her cheek. She looked into his eyes and was speechless for a moment.
That look was completely different from usual.
It is completely different from what was just now.
That feeling of pity and grievance was swept away, replaced by the cold, arrogant and domineering attitude of a superior that she was familiar with.
Lou Wanqiao realized it belatedly and thought it was natural that Wen Xuechi would also have such an expression.
Yes, he was the Marquis of Pingyuan, second only to the emperor. Even the emperor had to be wary of him. He held military power, so how could he be as innocent and free-spirited as he pretended to be?
She had been naive all along.
He stared deeply into her eyes, as if he wanted to see through her. Lou Wanqiao was also observing him at this moment, mysterious, dangerous, and unknown.
"Sometimes I really want to see what your heart is made of. It's so cold and hard." He spoke very quickly and Lou Wanqiao only heard a few words clearly.
Her head felt dizzy, and she could feel the tinnitus in her ears starting to sound again, and the scene in front of her eyes began to blur.
Her body had been unable to hold on for some time, and her desperate fighting style had overdrawn her physical strength. Now that she had suddenly calmed down, she felt very uncomfortable. When the fire in her body dissipated, the discomfort began to surge up.
"Lou Wanqiao, didn't you ask me what I wanted?" Wen Xuechi stared at her, his gaze fixed on her face, not missing a single expression. His words were sinister, but his eyes were clearly flickering. "I just want to follow you and watch you. The world is like this, I want to see how you go. Who knows, I might even use you, or..."
Lou Wanqiao could no longer hear what he was saying. She staggered forward and subconsciously reached out to hold the arm of the person in front of her to support herself.
"...Zizhao?" Wen Xuechi's tone suddenly became panicked. He quickly raised his hand to support her, "Zizhao, how do you feel? Don't talk for now, I'll take you there..."
Lou Wanqiao tightly grasped his arm, raised her head with difficulty, and stared into his eyes.
She didn't know if it was an illusion caused by excessive blood loss, or the cold temperature that made her dazed, but she saw worry in Wen Xuechi's eyes.
The eyes that were cold just now have now returned to their usual appearance.
Lou Wanqiao pressed on, "What are you going to do to me?"
Wen Xuechi opened her mouth, but saw her fall straight down the next second.
His subconscious actions were faster than his brain. He opened his arms and held her firmly in his arms. He stood in the snow in a daze for three seconds, then slowly lowered his head to look at the person in his arms.
Her hair rested on his neck, feeling cool and smooth. The wind blew her hair up and it felt a little itchy against his face.
At that moment, Wen Xuechi had a lot of thoughts in his mind. He thought from "Zizhao's hair is so long and smooth" to "Zizhao seems a little thin when he is hugged".
As his thoughts gathered, only a second passed. Without hesitation, he quickly picked the person up and ran forward.
Wen Xuechi ran while gnashing his teeth and muttering softly, "What can I do to you? What can I do to you! I've been working like a slave for you, and I'm happy to do it. What can I do to you? Lou Zizhao! I'm so impressed!"
People were complaining in the snow and ice, but their steps never stopped.
Wen Xuechi ran quickly with light steps. He covered Lou Wanqiao with his coat to keep him warm and moved quickly in the heavy snow.
He could sense that Lou Wanqiao hadn't been feeling well these past few days, but he had been pretending to be calm in front of him and Cen Luye. Lou Wanqiao had old injuries, a finding he had accidentally detected earlier.
She always fought with all her might and protected those around her without reservation.
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