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These two words are like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
The light in Yang Qingge's eyes flickered and then vanished completely.
She leaned against the icy snow, looking up at You Xuanyao.
Their first encounter was also in the cold winter, among a pile of beggars. She found You Xuanyao, who was on the brink of death after being humiliated by Gu Su and others, and took him to a clinic for treatment, giving him a warm cloak. Now their circumstances have reversed: she is a destitute heiress, and he is a renowned general. It seems as if fate is telling her that they can never be together.
"Miss!"
Lan Nian rushed over and looked at Yang Qingge sitting in the snow, feeling extremely anxious. "Your body can't handle the cold at all..."
But before he could finish speaking, he was startled by her scorching body temperature.
Lan Nian looked at You Xuanyao in fear and said, "General You, my lady is running a high fever, please..."
"Don't beg..."
Yang Qingge grabbed Lan Nian and, lowering his eyes, looked at You Xuanyao's clean and luxurious brocade short boots, realizing with a clear mind: he was no longer her Yao.
You Xuanyao saw her resistance and coldly reminded her, "If she hadn't begged me, I wouldn't have saved you just now."
Yang Qingge had a vacant look in her eyes.
She knew, so now she didn't want him to save her!
Yang Qingge was thinking, feeling increasingly hot as if falling into a furnace, and becoming more and more drowsy, losing consciousness.
While unconscious, Yang Qingge had a long dream.
In the dream, You Xuanyao didn't have those cold eyes, he was warm like before, a smile was enough to make her feel warm.
The scene changed immediately. He was wearing a blood-stained armor, standing in front of her, and thrusting his long sword into the heart of every person in the Yang mansion.
" Yao, don't!"
Yang Qingge shouted, trying to rush forward to stop him, but he suddenly woke up from the dream.
She broke out in a cold sweat and felt a bit disoriented as she looked at this completely unfamiliar room. At that moment, a man's indifferent voice sounded: "What do you want?" It was then that Yang Qingge noticed You Xuanyao sitting not far away. He was dressed in all black and his eyes showed no emotion.
Yang Qingge felt a sharp pain in her heart, lowered her eyes and shook her head gently: "It's nothing."
But You Xuanyao stood up and walked over, forcefully gripping her chin to make her look up: "Speak."
The intimate distance made Yang Qingge subconsciously recall what he had done to her in the Prime Minister's Office, and she raised her hand to push him away: "Let go of me..."
You Xuanyao moved faster, grabbing her wrist and pushing her down. His skilled hands swiftly undid her belt and slipped under her clothes...
The warmth of his hand made Yang Qingge's mind go blank for a moment.
But she couldn't control the blush that appeared on her pale face.
You Xuanyao Staring at her face, the playful look gradually turned mocking: "So promiscuous, are you so eager no matter which man you change to?"
Yang Qingge Her face instantly turned pale. In his eyes, was she really so disgraceful?
Her eyes turned red, enduring the piercing pain in her hand, and silently pushed him away.
You Xuanyao is no longer the young man he used to be. His chest is as hard as iron, unmoved no matter how hard she pushes.
He grabs her wrists and presses them against her head. "Yang Qingge, do you think you have the right to refuse what I want to do now?"
"Your family is all dead, you have no one to rely on. I saved you, you should be grateful."
The bloody and fiery scene from that night flashed before Yang Qingge's eyes. Unable to feign calmness any longer, she broke down and shouted, "My family was destroyed because of you!" As soon as the words left her mouth, there was a sharp tearing sound as the man forcefully ripped open her clothes.
You Xuanyao looked at her with the gaze of an eagle, his voice suddenly hoarse: "Gu Su have you met before?"
Yang Qingge suddenly stiffened all over.
Before she could answer, You Xuanyao exhaled and said, "Never mind, it's not important."
After speaking, he immediately lowered his head and bit her neck.
The man's warm breath sprayed onto her skin, causing Yang Qingge to shiver.
She was in pain all over, her back hurt, her palms hurt, but it couldn't compare to the pain in her heart.
Yang Qingge feels like her dignity is being torn apart inch by inch, just like a piece of clothing.
Despairing tears flow from her empty eyes as she hoarsely says, " You Xuanyao, I will hate you."
You Xuanyao pauses for a moment, then indifferently smiles, "Then hate me."
After speaking, his body sank and pressed down directly—
Yang Qingge had never seen You Xuanyao in such a state.
She had been tossed around and fainted several times, and in the end, she had no strength left.
On the verge of fainting again, Yang Qingge suddenly heard a man's quiet question in his ear.
"That night, why didn't you come?"
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