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I listened on the side, somewhat confused, but I still understood. Xiao Yi had long known that Luo Yu was secretly supporting him, yet he was still severely injured and nearly lost his life. It wasn't that he couldn't take revenge or seize power; he simply didn't want to. He didn't want this world at all. As for why he was so badly hurt, perhaps only he knew the answer.
As I listened to the conversation between the two, I furrowed my brows slightly. For some reason, Xiao Yi's words sounded a bit like a farewell message. My heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition suddenly struck me. Could it be that Xiao Yi was about to...
"Xiao Yi."
"Are you saying your last words?"
The two turned to look at me simultaneously, their expressions differing. Xiao Yi frowned slightly, while Luo Yu's gaze darkened.
"No."
"I'm just going to leave for a while to talk things over with Yuwen Hao and quell his murderous intent."
"Once he no longer targets me, I will return."
I still felt uneasy.
"Are you sure?"
Xiao Yi nodded.
"Sure."
"When will you be back?"
Xiao Yi paused for a moment before softly replying, "Soon."
"Soon? How long is that?"
"A month? Two months? Or a year? Two years?"
"Xiao Yi, if you die, I won't live either!"
Xiao Yi was taken aback by my words and looked up at me.
"Qian Qian, don't be ridiculous."
I stared at him, biting my lip, and turned to run away. Xiao Yi was clearly lying. He must be planning to go to his death. Otherwise, why wouldn't he give me a precise time? No, I can't let him die. But what can I do?
I ran to the courtyard, squatted down, and started digging in the ground. Xiao Yi never included me in anything. If he dies, what is left for me? But what does it mean for me to stay behind? It would be better to die cleanly. Yet, I don't want to die at Xiao Yi's hands; I might as well dig a hole for myself and bury myself.
I dug a deep pit in the deepest part of the snow and curled up inside, continuing to dig. I had to make a grave for myself.
“Qian Qian!”
“What are you doing?”
“Come out!”
Xiao Yi's voice came from above. I ignored him and kept digging.
Before long, Xiao Yi jumped down and pulled me out. My face was pale from the cold, and I was shaking all over, unable to speak. Xiao Yi held me tightly, rubbing my hands continuously.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to freeze yourself to death?”
I glared at him and gritted my teeth as I spoke.
“Freezing to death is better than dying from your anger!”
Xiao Yi frowned slightly.
“How have I angered you?”
"You said you would take me away, yet you left me here and walked away alone, telling me to wait for you."
"If I can wait, that's great. If I can't, then I'll be all alone."
"Xiao Yi, you don't belong to me at all."
The day Xiao Yi was taken away for questioning was a sunny day.
He hadn't informed me in advance; I ran out on my own and held onto him tightly, refusing to let him go.
Xiao Yi sighed helplessly.
"Qian Qian, take good care of yourself."
"If I can come back alive, this time, I will never leave you again."
"Xiao Yi..."
I held him tightly, unable to stop crying.
Xiao Yi reached out and gently rubbed my head, saying softly, "Be good."
"I won't be in any trouble."
I nodded through my tears.
The palace attendants urged him; it was time for Xiao Yi to go.
I couldn't stop him and had no choice but to let go.
Xiao Yi smiled at me and turned to leave.
As I watched his figure grow distant, I couldn't help but ask,
"Xiao Yi, when did you decide to love me?"
Xiao Yi paused for a moment, turned back to look at me, and remained silent for a while.
"The first year you married me."
"Then..."
"When did I start to like you?"
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