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Chapter 1: A Man's Tears
Wen Qingyu remained motionless, yet turned to look in the direction of Chasing Wind and Rui Xi.
Chasing Wind's deep gaze was also fixed on her, as if they were the separated Cowherd and Weaver Girl, gazing at each other in the snow without a care for the world around them.
This scene made Yan Zhi Xi clench his fists; he wished he could gouge out Chasing Wind's eyes at that moment. How could anyone covet his woman?
He coldly ordered the guards, "Capture that traitor."
In an instant, blades were drawn, glinting dangerously near Wen Qingyu's heart. She shouted to Chasing Wind, "Quickly take Rui Xi and leave!"
Chasing Wind looked deeply at Wen Qingyu and said, "Wait for me!"
Then he leaped up with Rui Xi in his arms, skimming across the lake's surface towards the palace exit, pursued relentlessly by a swarm of guards.
Until Chasing Wind disappeared into the vast darkness of night, Wen Qingyu felt her legs weaken and fell into the snow. Yan Zhi Xi approached, bent down, and silently lifted her up, walking towards the Chen Yu Palace.
Wen Qingyu was still dazed, wondering how Yan Zhi Xi had discovered her until she was roughly thrown onto the bed. It was then that she suddenly became alert.
She widened her eyes, staring at Yan Zhi Xi, who stood by the bed with a stern expression. Just as she tried to get up, he leaned down and restrained her hands.
Yan Zhi Xi fixed his gaze on Wen Qingyu, his black eyes resembling an unfathomable whirlpool. "Were you wondering how I discovered your plot?"
Without waiting for Wen Qingyu to respond, he continued in a deep voice, "I have long noticed your restlessness, especially at today's banquet, when you unexpectedly complied. I knew you were planning to escape."
"Do you really want to leave me?" Yan Zhi Xi, consumed by jealousy, tore at Wen Qingyu's clothing. "What will it take for you to stay? Have a child for me. With a child, you'll have family, and you won't want to leave me."
Wen Qingyu was terrified; she had never seen Yan Zhi Xi so unhinged.
She struggled desperately, but it was like an ant shaking a tree. "Yan Zhi Xi, you beast. Get away!" Wen Qingyu shouted until her voice was hoarse, hurling insults one after another.
Yan Zhi Xi was deeply hurt; he pressed his lips against hers, releasing the anger and sorrow he could not express.
When he finally entered her body, Yan Zhi Xi tightly embraced her slender form. Hearing her pained moans, all his emotions settled into an endless void of emptiness and regret.
"Qing'er."
Yan Zhi Xi gently brushed aside the white hair sticking to her cheek and looked into her eyes filled with hatred. He whispered, "Don't leave me. I will accompany you until we grow old together, okay?"
In the quiet night, only the sound of the candle burning remained.
Yan Zhi Xi lowered his head and repeatedly kissed Wen Qingyu's cheek, tears wetting her face.
His mother had taught him that a man should not shed tears easily, so throughout his life, he had never cried.
He always thought he would never cry in this lifetime, but facing this woman he loved deeply yet could not save, he finally understood that it wasn't that he couldn't cry; it was just that he hadn't reached the point of heartbreak until now.
He bit down hard on her neck, and blood oozed out.
Wen Qingyu cried out in pain, but Yan Zhi Xi did not let go.
He wanted to leave a mark on this woman.
A mark that belonged solely to him.
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