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Yang Qingge's voice was gentle, with a hint of annoyance.
You Xuanyao slowly opened his eyes, devoid of any smile or anger, like a stagnant pool of dead water.
"You died in my arms, and I watched as your body was burned to nothing but bones... Every day after you left me, I felt like I was dreaming, unable to believe that you were really gone."
"I never believed in Buddha, but I knelt in front of the Buddha statue countless times, begging the gods to bring you back to me."
"I even went to the emperor myself to ask for a marriage decree. I changed into wedding clothes for you and held a grand wedding for you."
"Every day, every single day, I live in regret!" You Xuanyao stared at the ceiling, the other hand clenched into a fist by his side, "Every day, I hope that I can die at the hands of the enemy, hoping to go underground to be with you."
"At the moment I saw you at the city gate today, I suddenly felt angry - if you are still alive, you are clearly still alive, why didn't you tell me, why didn't you say a word to me?!"
You Xuanyao suddenly sat up, grabbed Yang Qingge's arm and pulled him in front of him.
His jet-black pupils were full of bloodshot, but his eyes suddenly became sad: "But when I saw the scar on your face... A ge, you should blame me."
The hand that was clenched slowly opened, and the palm gently touched the half of Yang Qingge's face that was covered in scars.
The man's palm was very hot, and at the moment their skin touched, Yang Qingge's body trembled.
She instinctively tried to shrink back, but You Xuanyao used force to prevent her from hiding.
He carefully held her in his arms, his chin resting on her shoulder, a tear falling down: " A ge, I'm sorry, you can punish me however you want, just... please don't leave me again."
Yang Qingge was enveloped in the man's warm embrace.
The moment she felt the wetness on her shoulder, her heart seemed to be struck hard.
She has never seen You Xuanyao cry. In her memory, the image of You Xuanyao is mostly from the time when he was bullied in Chang'an City. He was often beaten with bruises all over his body. The injuries on his body could be covered with clothes, but the ones on his face couldn't be hidden. If there were too many injuries on his face, he would wander on the streets until Mother Yu fell asleep, and only then would he return home to tend to his wounds.
Later, he learned to protect his face when being beaten, so that he wouldn't be found bruised by Mother Yu. Later, when Yang Qingge met him, she would quietly bring him back to Yang mansion, treat his injuries, and secretly bring a physician to examine his body. At that time, no matter how he was treated, You Xuanyao never shed a tear.
Yang Qingge might, perhaps, hide away and cry alone on the day Mother Yu passes away. After all, he is someone who doesn't want others to see his vulnerable side. But when Yang Qingge pushes away You Xuanyao who is hugging him, the coldness in his eyes seems as if he had not felt heartache for You Xuanyao's tears just a moment ago.
" You Xuanyao, from the day I died, you and I, owe nothing to each other."
The tears hanging on You Xuanyao's eyelashes trembled fiercely: "What?"
Yang Qingge remained very calm.
She distanced herself from him and looked at him calmly: "Three years ago, I broke my promise and caused your mother to die alone at home. Two years ago, you killed my father, and then... our past entanglements should also come to an end."
"The me now, is no longer Yang Qingge."
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