Seeing Ji Zhuo's face contorted in pain, Lin Xihe couldn't help but wonder. She had indeed used force, but it shouldn't have caused him to be in so much pain.
She had a bad feeling; could it be that he was injured?
Thinking this, she disregarded her anger and reached out to unbutton Ji Zhuo's clothes.
“Xi’er, do you know? You’ve changed since I brought you to the capital.”
"Although I like you when you're quiet, when I fell in love with you you were bright and cheerful, not like you are now, crying at the drop of a hat."
Ji Zhuo seemed lost in his memories, completely oblivious to Lin Xihe's actions of undressing him. He murmured to himself, "Xi'er, back then, all you wanted was to eat well and dress well. You always said you wanted to just laze around and wait to die. Now I can give you all that, but you're not happy..."
Lin Xihe's movements as she unbuttoned her clothes suddenly froze. Ji Zhuo's words were like a key, unlocking the door to her memories.
The days she met Ji Zhuochu flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.
She traveled through time, and back then, her mind was full of 21st-century thinking and habits. But now, in this capital city, she has gradually forgotten her original self, and her personality has quietly changed.
If it weren't for Ji Zhuo's reminder, she would have almost forgotten the carefree and unrestrained person she used to be.
"Xi'er, I often feel I've let you down. I brought you back, but I failed to protect you. Yesterday, I acted impulsively; I despicably only wanted to keep you. I'm just unwilling to accept that they can do it, but you've always kept your distance from me. Today, I saw that version of you again, and I realize that you are ultimately different towards me..."
Ji Zhuo's voice was slightly drunk, yet incredibly sincere; every word seemed to strike Lin Xihe's heart.
Lin Xihe felt a stinging sensation in her nose, and tears welled up in her eyes. She tried her best to hold back the tears, her heart already churning with turmoil, but reason told her that she could not lose her composure at this moment.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and continued to unbutton Ji Zhuo's clothes.
Once the clothes were removed, what came into view were patches of bruises, clearly showing that Gu Qinghuai had shown no mercy when he attacked.
Fortunately, his face wasn't injured. The Western Regions delegation is still in the capital these days. If Ji Zhuo's face had been injured, given his status, he probably wouldn't even be able to leave the house, let alone face anyone.
"Xi'er, give me two years. I will train someone for the family, and then I will go with you wherever you want to go, okay?"
Ji Zhuo kept a close eye on Lin Xihe, taking in every subtle change in her emotions.
He knew that in this cage of the capital, Lin Xihe could no longer be as free as before. Only by leaving here could she find her former self again.
Upon hearing this, Lin Xihe's suppressed emotions burst forth instantly, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
She cried out in despair, “Everything is different now. Before, I didn’t remember anything about the capital. I just wanted to be well-fed and clothed. Now, my father, who spent his life on the battlefield, died under mysterious circumstances. My brother is missing. I’ve even given birth to another man’s child. How can I go back?”
All the grievances, pain, and confusion of these past few days erupted at this moment.
Ji Zhuo held Lin Xihe tightly in his arms with heartache, as if he wanted to meld her into his body: "I don't mind, you know I don't mind. As long as you still want me, I can do anything."
“We’ll take Tang Bao with us, and we’ll take Ling Shuang and Ling Xue, whom you care about, with us. I won’t let you suffer any injustice. I’ll help you seek justice for your father’s grievances, and I’ll help you find your brother.”
In fact, he received a lead about Lin Zhihao two months ago. The informant said he would come back and report after confirming the address, but for some reason, the lead disappeared inexplicably.
In Ji Zhuo's arms, Lin Xihe released her pent-up emotions, her tears soaking Ji Zhuo's clothes.
But as reason gradually returned, she realized she had been too naive.
She gently pushed Ji Zhuo away, raised her tear-streaked face, and asked, "Zhuo, if you help my father, will you be going against that person?"
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