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You Xuanyao's cloak is still covered with wind and snow.
The biting cold air swept in, making Yang Qingge's throat itch and ache again.
But what she was more concerned about was the emotion in You Xuanyao's eyes, almost making her think that it was care and concern.
"Do you really want to die like this?" You Xuanyao pulled her in front of him, "Too bad, I haven't tortured you enough for a day. You can't think of dying so easily!"
After speaking, he forcefully pinched her chin and poured the bowl of medicine into her mouth.
The bitter taste of the medicine spread between her lips and teeth, and Yang Qingge coughed violently, struggling to breathe smoothly for a long time.
But what hurts even more is the heart. You Xuanyao won't let her die, just to torture her longer... He really hates himself so much! Tears welled up in her eyes, Yang Qingge gritted her teeth and held back, not wanting You Xuanyao to see her sadness again.
In the silence, the sound of fabric rubbing against each other could be heard near her ears. Then, a black fox fur cloak fell down from above her head. You Xuanyao said coldly, "Since you're awake, continue preparing for the wedding. Don't delay my good day."
He still wants to marry that courtesan! Yang Qingge instinctively wanted to stop him and persuade him not to play around like this. But then she thought, the current You Xuanyao is no longer her Yao, so why would he listen to her?
Her " Yao " was stuck in her throat as the man had already turned and left. The warmth of You Xuanyao still lingered in the cloak, and Yang Qingge tried to preserve this warmth a little longer. But the day was too cold, or perhaps their hearts were just too far apart.
Da Chang Li belongs to You Xuanyao's warmth, or it gets colder inch by inch, and it dissipates completely...
After a while, Yang Qingge finally recovered and called Lan Nian to leave You mansion together.
She had never actually managed her own marriage, and could only rely on fragmented memories to go from store to store to buy things.
Candles, red cloth, red dates, and dried longans...
Lan Nian felt aggrieved: "Miss, General You knows that you like him, yet he deliberately made you buy these things." 1
Yang Qingge spoke softly: "This is my debt to him."
And she's about to die. It's good to do more for him before she dies.
Lan Nian didn't understand: "You've even risked your life, what else do you owe him?"
"Stop talking." Yang Qingge interrupted her and took her out of the store.
Turned into an alley, but suddenly blocked by an arm.
Immediately a male voice sounded: "Yang Qingge, long time no see."
Yang Qingge looked up and met Gu Su's mocking expression.
The chill of the cold water pouring over her body surged back into her memory, and she instinctively turned to leave.
Gu Su stopped her again, saying, "Where are you going? At least we almost became husband and wife. Can't we chat for a bit?"
"I have nothing to say to you," Yang Qingge coldly refused.
Gu Su had an unpleasant expression on his face: "Having a powerful backer really makes a difference. Now you have the confidence to talk to me. But You Xuanyao is the same, always liking things that I've played with and discarded. His taste is truly unique."
As he spoke, his gaze swept over Yang Qingge.
She was wearing You Xuanyao's ink fox cloak, her face pale, and her whole person seemed inexplicably delicate and pitiable.
Gu Su reached out to touch her face: "Suddenly I feel like you look pretty good. How about you accompany me tonight..."
Before the words had even finished, a hand firmly gripped Gu Su's wrist, the force so strong that the sound of bones creaking could be heard.
Gu Su winced in pain, her face changing color: "Who has no eyes!"
He turned around, only to come face to face with You Xuanyao's icy eyes, and his momentum immediately waned: "You, you..."
You Xuanyao looked coldly at Yang Qingge: "You go back first, I have something to discuss with Young Master Gu."
Yang Qingge also didn't want to be entangled with Gu Su too much, so he pulled Lan Nian away.
Walking out of the alley, Lan Nian patted her chest nervously and said, "That scared me, luckily General You came." But Yang Qingge didn't hear what she said, with You Xuanyao's dark expression still lingering in his mind. Suddenly, she thought of something and abruptly stopped in her tracks, " Lan Nian, quick! Let's go back!"
Saying that, she hurriedly led Lan Nian back. But they were still too late. The alley was filled with the smell of blood, and You Xuanyao stood with his back to her.
Gu Su fell to the ground, eyes wide open, with You Xuanyao's personal sword deeply piercing his chest.
Lan Nian's hand trembled in fear, and the bamboo basket fell to the ground, scattering bright red objects all over.
You Xuanyao turned at the sound, emanating a bloody aura as if he were the King of Hell himself.
“Why did you come back?”
Yang Qingge quietly looked at the man she had loved for a long time.
They were so close, yet so far apart.
After a year of no communication, after experiences unknown to each other.
Yang Qingge didn't say a word, slowly walked up to him, took out a handkerchief, and tiptoed to wipe the blood off his face.
You Xuanyao didn't dodge, allowing her to clean it.
When she was about to take her hand back, he grabbed her wrist and asked, "Don't you have anything to say?"
Yang Qingge had a lot to say originally, but at this moment, she suddenly felt that there was no need to say anything. After thinking for a moment, she only said, " Yao, you are a general now, and in the future, you will be even more honorable, making everyone who has ever bullied you dare not provoke you again. You, who are so good, should not marry Tao Yao, but should be with a better woman."
You Xuanyao narrowed his eyes: "Are you talking about yourself?"
Yang Qingge shook his head with a smile: "I'm not worthy."
With that, a quiet fell over the alley.
For a while, You Xuanyao asked in a deep voice, "Is this all you want to say?"
Yang Qingge lowered his eyes, enduring the intense pain in his heart as he slowly withdrew his hand.
"Let me go."
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