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All encounters in the world are reunions after a long separation... However, the meeting between Su Peijiu and Qi Yuchen has been long planned.
There is a man who, for the sake of a woman, has meticulously arranged and calculated for over a decade. Whether the outcome is good or bad, even he himself feels somewhat uneasy.
Looking at the beauty lying quietly on the couch, he stands at the edge of the bed in a light undergarment. The bloodstains behind him indicate that he has not lived a comfortable life recently, and this discomfort is entirely due to the woman before him, who ultimately also provides him with relief.
"Stop pretending to be asleep now that you're awake." He coughed lightly, his pale lips resting against a soft chair as he lay down, one hand under his head, his dark eyes shimmering in the evening glow.
Su Peijiu feigned nonchalance with a hum and then sat up, opening her eyes. Upon seeing the man's weary expression, her water-like eyes trembled slightly. "Now that you're out, can you let me go?"
"Go ahead." The man's unexpected words caused Su Peijiu to widen her eyes in surprise, sitting frozen in place.
The man looked at her with amusement: "What? Are you reluctant to leave?"
Su Peijiu immediately stood up and walked toward the door, clearing her throat: "I hope you can be more mature in the future and stop inviting me over like this!" She emphasized the word "invite." After saying that, she pushed open the door and left without looking back.
The man lowered his gaze, his thick eyelashes casting a faint shadow beneath his eyes. The sunset light outside bathed him in a serene glow. After an unknown amount of time, he absentmindedly murmured, "Oh." In his left palm lay a jade pendant gleaming with a green hue.
Of course, Su Peijiu did not manage to leave. Just as she stepped out of the room, she was blocked by Leyang at the corner. His usually expressionless face showed rare signs of tension and panic as he stood there blocking her path, staring directly at Su Peijiu.
"Your master has already let me go; why are you still blocking me?" Su Peijiu harbored deep resentment towards Leyang. It was because this man disguised as Qi Mo that she truly realized her feelings; it was also because of him that she first killed someone... Suppressing the cold light in her eyes, she mockingly said with her red lips.
Leyang's outstretched hand slowly fell. Su Peijiu lightly snorted and intended to pass by him when that hand rose again.
"What do you mean?" She halted her steps, her stunning face gradually revealing murderous intent.
Leyang seemed not to see it; he only noticed that the taciturn man swallowed hard and rasped out a grayish statement: "Please spare my master's younger sister."
"Younger sister? Your sister is with me?" Su Peijiu raised an eyebrow, taking a step back with her arms crossed over her chest, her expression icy: "So what?"
So what? Your sister is with me while I am with you; does that mean you don't plan to let me go?
"Please convey a message to Nan Xie Tower: spare Le Yun; I will accept any punishment from you." Leyang bowed his head and slowly knelt on one knee: "Without complaint."
Leyang has a younger sister named Le Yun, and now Le Yun has been captured at Nan Xie Tower. Why was Le Yun captured? Thinking about it, it seems that Sheng'er is no longer in danger, and with that reassurance, she gradually calmed down. With newfound confidence, she naturally refused to simply agree to Leyang's request, looking down at him with an air of arrogance: "Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about."
"Madam..." Leyang certainly understood what Su Peijiu meant. He had always known that the punishments at Nan Xie Tower were severe. Le Yun was his biological sister, and she had never lived a good life under his care. Now that she had fallen into the hands of those people, he feared...
Clenching his teeth, he said in a deep voice, "One Le Yun for one request; please, Madam, show mercy!"
"Tsk tsk, one request? Your sister doesn't seem very valuable," she deliberately glanced toward the room. Through the slightly open door, a glimpse of white could be seen faintly. Her red lips curled slightly: "You and your master are both cold-hearted people. One request? Leyang, before you beg others, you should weigh your own status and situation. I truly feel sorry for your sister!"
After finishing this sentence, she turned to walk past the man in the blue robe before her, her eyes filled with desolation and indifference.
One step, two steps... Just as she was about to leave the Yard, a graceful yet slightly weary male voice came from behind: "Stop."
She did not halt; however, as she lifted her foot again, the man in blue had already blocked her path.
What a ridiculous world this is. Slowly turning around, her water-like eyes swept over the man leaning against the door frame. The gentle breeze stirred her ink-black hair as if a century had passed; she saw the azure in his eyes—clear and transparent yet lonely and sorrowful... How had this god-like man fallen so low?
"Are you going back on your word?" She looked at him coldly, her heart like rock.
Qi Mo waved his hand to signal Leyang to leave. Once they were alone in the Yard, he coughed lightly and extended his clean, slender hand. His soft voice mixed with the scent of pear blossoms drifted over: "Come here."
How could she go over? This world was full of hardships; after two lifetimes of reincarnation, an unfathomable chasm lay before her. How could she cross it?
Seeing that the woman in plain clothes stubbornly stood there looking at him, his gaze flickered slightly as he emphasized his tone: "Don't make me say it a second time."
"I can't go over; I can't." She took a step back. The only way to sever the connection between Sheng'er and this person was for them to never meet again.
Shaking her head, she retreated further. She didn't want to be swayed by this man any longer; she didn't want to be bound by unrealistic fantasies. There was no possibility for them; their relationship was one where either you die or I live... How could they ever love each other?
It wouldn't happen... This time she absolutely wouldn't go over...
Turning away, she ran toward the outside with hurried steps. Her heart raced as she ran; her throat felt prickly with pain, and tears welled up in her eyes—she didn't know if it was from pain or something else pricking at her.
"How can I make you willingly come to me?" Her body was gently embraced; her footing faltered as she fell into a fragrant embrace. She closed her eyes in pain, her red lips turning pale from being bitten.
"Let go of me," she whispered, like a trapped beast, her delicate palm pushing against the man's chest in resistance.
Looking at the pale face in his arms, for a moment he almost blurted out "Qin Ge," but the words were swallowed back down. No, he could still deceive himself; there was no longer any possibility of that.
"...I still owe you a grand wedding banquet," he murmured softly into her ear, his warm breath instantly coloring her jade-like earlobe.
Su Peijiu opened her eyes and retorted, "I don't need it."
His azure eyes scanned her cheek inch by inch. "Whether you need it is up to you, but whether I give it is my decision. Don't be too domineering, thinking you can control others' feelings."
What answered him was a resounding slap—loud but not painful.
Taking advantage of his momentary daze, the frail woman pushed him away. Her face flushed with anger, those water-like eyes fixed on him, her red lips pressed together, and then she moved...
"Can you stop being so self-righteous every time? Qi Mo, I’m telling you clearly that I don’t like you and have no feelings for you at all. I've already given birth to someone else's child; how much longer are you going to cling to me?! Qi Mo—this is the last time I tell you: stay away from me!!!"
I have no feelings for you at all...
...I have already given birth to someone else's child... how much longer are you going to cling to me...
Qi Mo... stay away from me! Far... away!
Her charming red lips parted and closed as he squinted at her. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he grasped her shoulder and pulled her into his embrace, lowering his head to fiercely bite down on those red lips...
He never wanted to hear any hurtful words from those lips again; he never wanted that...
A metallic taste slowly seeped between their mouths. He held her tightly by the back of her head with one hand while stubbornly wrapping his other arm around her waist. His azure eyes were tightly shut, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing a hint of vulnerability that did not match him...
Deeper; he wanted to go even deeper... He wanted to crush the woman in his arms into himself and never separate again.
Qin Ge... you are my life...
Great Yan In the days leading to its downfall, he once walked to the highest peak of the Western Regions and encountered a dying Ascetic. He wanted to offer help to the Ascetic, but was refused. When he asked why, the man smiled, a noble and warm smile.
“Why are you in this world?”
“To live.”
The man smiled again, nodding and shaking his head.
He was puzzled and pressed further. The man, breathing more in than out, still smiled brightly: “It is to die.”
“To fulfill all the lingering attachments left in this world, and then die alone and satisfied…”
……
He tore apart her intricate dress with force, kissing her desperately, his frantic hands roaming over her body, his ears filled with her helpless moans, tiny stars glimmering on her trembling eyelashes…
He pushed her down onto the grass covered with clothes, looking at the woman's furious gaze; he chuckled as he removed his outer garment and draped it over her… The wound on his back split open, and the air seemed to carry that sweet scent of blood. Listening to the woman beneath him gasping and crying, along with the crazed shouts from her trembling voice, he laughed to himself… No madness is without magic; he Qi Mo had finally gone mad for a woman! And so completely mad…
Relying on the most primal desires of the body, he demanded endlessly, as if he knew no fatigue, tasting again and again that slightly bitter delicacy.
It seemed that only at this moment would she truly accept him.
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