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" lord Xie, have you found a partner after all these years of wandering?" Xie Yu asked me with concern.
My heart sank like a stone, gripped by an invisible hand that made it hard to breathe.
I struggled to steady my voice, not allowing the tremor to betray my emotions.
"I have someone I care for, living in seclusion beyond the borders, indifferent to worldly affairs," I replied, forcing calmness into my tone while avoiding Xie Yu's gaze.
The moment the lie escaped my lips, it felt as if a needle had pricked my heart, a sharp pain spreading through me.
Xie Yu sighed, a hint of regret in his voice.
"That's very good, very good," he repeated, as if comforting himself or trying to convince me.
I dared to glance up and caught sight of Gu Heng silently drinking, his expression dark and terrifying, not uttering a word.
The atmosphere at the banquet grew tense, like a taut bowstring ready to snap at any moment.
The guests began to sense the unease and started to take their leave.
The once lively hall gradually became empty, the oppressive feeling intensifying.
Ruan Lang approached Gu Heng and patted his shoulder.
"Brother Gu, take care," he said in a low voice tinged with concern.
Gu Heng nodded slightly, but his gaze remained fixed on me, deep as the night sky, as if he intended to swallow me whole.
I felt like a butterfly trapped in a spider's web, unable to move.
"A Wan," he finally spoke, his voice hoarse and filled with suppressed pain. "I will escort you back home."
I initially wanted to refuse, but I was afraid that doing so would only make him angrier.
"Very well," Xie Yu said with a smile, "It's getting late. Let Gu Heng take you home."
There seemed to be a deeper meaning in his smile that I couldn't quite grasp.
Reluctantly, I agreed and followed Gu Heng out of the Xie Mansion.
The night was deep, and the streets were sparsely populated, with only the dim lanterns swaying in the wind, casting mottled shadows.
We walked side by side, yet not a word was spoken between us. The silence enveloped us like a thick fog.
I could feel my heart racing, and my palms were slightly sweaty. Anxiety and tension coiled around me like vines.
"A Wan," Gu Heng suddenly stopped, grabbing my hand with enough force to cause me a bit of pain. "Let's go for a walk over there."
Without giving me a chance to protest, he led me deep into the back garden of the Xie Mansion, where it was even darker, with only the moonlight filtering through the branches, casting silver glimmers.
He pushed me against the wall, leaving me with nowhere to retreat. Panic surged within me as I looked at him in alarm.
Then Gu Heng suddenly leaned in and kissed my lips. His kiss was passionate and possessive, filled with long-suppressed longing and desire, along with an indescribable pain.
I was taken aback by his sudden action, momentarily forgetting to resist. I stood there dazed, allowing him to steal my breath away.
"Why?" He released me, his voice hoarse and trembling. "Why did you lie to me? Why did you avoid me?"
His eyes were filled with pain and confusion, resembling an injured beast that tugged at my heartstrings.
I tried to break free from his grip, but he held on tightly.
"I’m not lying to you; I already have someone I care about," I turned my head away, unable to look at him, afraid of seeing the disappointment in his eyes.
"Who is it?" He grasped my hand tightly, his tone urgent. "Tell me, who is he?"
His grip felt like a vice, suffocating me.
"It’s none of your business," I struggled against him. "Let me go."
"A Wan," his voice was filled with pain. "It’s been six years; do you know how I’ve spent these six years?"
His tone softened, laced with a hint of pleading.
"I think about you every day, regretting that I didn’t cherish you properly back then." His voice was deep and hoarse, like a sharp blade piercing my heart.
"I know I was wrong; I will never let you suffer again." He gently caressed my face, his gaze tender yet sorrowful.
I looked at him, my heart a mix of emotions, unsure of how to respond.
"A Wan, will you come back to me?" he whispered, desperation creeping into his voice.
(End of Chapter)
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