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Oh my, this is truly unexpected.
Because she had no idea that the man before her had such feelings for her.
As Xin'er thought this, she had already taken out the jade pendant from her pocket and handed it to the man.
However, he did not reach out to take the pendant; he simply stared at Xin'er.
His gaze was filled with sorrow, gloom, and disappointment...
It made Xin'er feel a chill run down her spine.
"Uh, I'm sorry, Third Prince. I... I have let you down. It's impossible for us, and now, I am already with Xuan..."
Xin'er spoke honestly, but her words struck Aotianqi's heart like sharp arrows, each one piercing him with precision.
Hearing Xin'er's words, Aotianqi's Phoenix Eyes widened in shock, and he felt a pain in his heart like never before.
Although he had suspected it would come to this.
Still, hearing those words from her lips caused him pain that cut to the bone.
"Hmph! You say you love him, but that's not fair at all! You haven't spent time with me. If you did, you would realize that I am actually more suited for you. I love you..."
Aotianqi was agitated inside; perhaps it was due to the alcohol, or perhaps it was his anger and inability to accept this reality. In that moment, his emotions got the better of him as he gripped Xin'er's shoulders tightly, losing control of his strength.
Xin'er felt as if her shoulders were about to be crushed; the pain made her gasp in surprise.
"Third Prince, you're hurting me! Please let go of me!"
"No! I won't let go! I refuse to let go! For this lifetime, I will never let you go! Why do you have to love him? You could try loving me instead!"
Hearing Xin'er’s words, asking him to let her go, Aotianqi felt a sharp pain in his heart. A strong sense of foreboding washed over him; if he released her now, he would lose her for a lifetime.
With that thought, Aotianqi was even more unwilling to let go of the person before him.
Looking at her, so resistant to him, filled him with both heartache and anger.
Why was it that he was lacking compared to that man?
He had power, wealth, status, and looks—didn’t he have it all?
Why couldn’t she love him?
The more he thought about it, the more his heart burned with rage and sorrow, gradually losing his rationality.
He lowered his gaze, staring intently at the girl before him.
Before him stood a stunning beauty; even with her brows furrowed in distress, she appeared even more enchanting, stirring deep emotions within him.
Her slightly parted lips were red and white, full and delicate, reminiscent of the plum blossoms blooming on December branches—pure and tender, evoking an irresistible desire to taste their fragrance.
Aotianqi’s thoughts wandered as he gazed at Xin'er’s lips, his gaze growing increasingly heated.
It was as if a starving beast emitted a fiery intensity upon spotting its prey.
Perhaps sensing the man’s unusual demeanor, Xin'er grew even more anxious.
Her red lips parted slightly as she exclaimed in alarm.
“No, Third Prince, please, I beg you, let me go!”
"No, I will never let you go!"
A hoarse voice rang out, and the man lowered his head, fiercely covering those delicate little lips...
Those small lips were indeed as soft and sweet as he had imagined.
It was like the sweet dew of a willow branch, making one unable to resist being lost in it, unwilling to wake up...
Thus, Aotianqi deepened the kiss, his expression intoxicated.
In contrast to Aotianqi's intoxication, Xin'er was completely frightened by the man's actions.
After all, apart from Leng Yixuan, she had never been kissed by another man.
So now, being kissed so fiercely by him, Xin'er felt not only terrified but also flustered and resistant.
Because now, she was Xuan's fiancée; how could she be kissed by another man!?
Thinking of this, Xin'er's hands clenched into fists as she pounded on the man's chest. However, her punches were pitifully weak, like a little kitten scratching an itch. Aotianqi paid no attention to it at all.
Instead, he kissed her even more deeply.
No matter how tightly Xin'er closed her lips, the man merely applied a bit of force and easily pried them open. His long tongue then surged in, sweeping back and forth inside her mouth.
It was as if a person dying of thirst in the desert had finally found a water source, continuously drinking without stopping...
In the end, the man's moist tongue relentlessly chased after Xin'er's tender tongue, intertwining tightly together. He couldn't help but marvel at it.
After all, those small lips were incredibly sweet, just like her—exceedingly sweet.
In contrast to Aotianqi's admiration, Xin'er could only feel an overwhelming resistance to his kiss.
Finally, seeing that his fists had no power to resist this man, Xin'er, in a fit of rage, bit down hard on the man's tongue without a second thought.
"Ugh..."
With a muffled groan from the man, Xin'er felt a rush of metallic taste in her mouth, but the man's tongue quickly pulled away.
As the man released his grip, Xin'er sprang back several steps, regarding this southern brute as if he were a venomous snake.
In response to Xin'er's reaction, Aotianqi was wounded.
He felt a sharp pain in his tongue, and the rich taste of blood spread through his mouth, causing his handsome brows to furrow tightly.
His gaze towards Xin'er was filled with deep sorrow.
He extended his hand. "Do you really hate me that much?"
His voice was laced with profound pain and hoarseness.
Upon hearing this, Xin'er could only cry silently, not uttering a single word.
Her crystalline tears streamed down her cheeks, making her face appear even paler.
Seeing Xin'er weep like a rain-soaked pear blossom, Aotianqi felt a pang of regret for her earlier resistance. However, witnessing her in such distress made his heart ache even more.
After all, the last thing he wanted was to see her sad and hurt.
At that moment, watching her tears flow was more painful than any knife piercing his heart.
Thus, Aotianqi's initial fury began to subside. He moved his lips slightly and spoke softly.
"Xin'er, I'm sorry. I was too emotional just now. I shouldn't have treated you like that..."
The man spoke, his tone laced with apology.
However, upon hearing his words, Xin'er could only cry incessantly.
She was truly frightened.
Seeing Xin'er in such a state, Aotianqi couldn't help but reach out to touch her face. Immediately, he felt a pang in his nose and warmth welling up in his eyes.
In the end, he simply raised his head to gaze at the Prideful Sun above and let out a bitter smile before speaking.
"You probably don't want to see me right now, do you? Then I'll take my leave."
After saying this, Aotianqi turned and walked away.
He was clearly a handsome man, as graceful as jade, but at that moment, his back appeared so lonely and desolate…
Xin'er was still shaken by what had just happened. After he left, she felt utterly drained and slowly sank to the ground, her knees drawn up as she buried her head and sobbed.
Xin'er had no idea how long she cried. When she finally lifted her head, she realized that the bright midday sun had transformed into the setting sun.
At this realization, Xin'er was startled to find that she had been crying for an entire afternoon.
She quietly watched the sunset in the west, resembling a golden yolk slowly descending.
The orange-red glow of the sunset bathed the earth in a breathtaking beauty.
The scene was so poetic and picturesque that it took her breath away.
Xin'er gazed at the sunset for a long while. Once her tumultuous emotions settled down, she suddenly came to her senses.
Thinking about how long she had cried, she knew her eyes must be swollen. Xuan's sharpness would surely detect something if she returned now.
She didn't want Xuan to see her.
If Xuan found out about what had just happened...
Just thinking about it made Xin'er feel scared.
So, Xin'er stood up and slowly walked to the edge of the lake, cupping her hands to wash her face, letting the cold lake water soothe the redness around her eyes.
However, while Xin'er was washing her face, she was completely unaware that a lanky, magnificent figure was quietly approaching her from behind.
Once Xin'er finished washing and stood up, she looked down at the sparkling water in front of her and examined her reflection in the lake.
She wanted to see if there was anything unusual about her expression.
At that moment, Xin'er suddenly felt a lanky, magnificent figure appear behind her.
Startled, Xin'er paused for a moment, puzzled, and decided to turn around to see who was standing behind her.
However, before she could turn, a force suddenly pushed hard against her back.
Before Xin'er could react, she was shoved into the cold lake water...
"Cough cough! Help! Help me..."
She felt herself enveloped by the icy water, her body sinking deeper beneath the surface.
Xin'er panicked; after all, she didn't know how to swim.
So, she flailed her arms desperately in the water.
Yet no matter how much she struggled, she continued to sink.
Finally, Xin'er could only catch a glimpse of the magnificent figure of Lanky before she completely sank into the cold lake water...
...
It wasn't until the once-turbulent waters settled, leaving only faint ripples behind, that the Radiant Figure turned and quietly departed from the shore...
...
"Xin'er! Xin'er, where are you!?"
After the Radiant Figure left, a tall man named Leng Yixuan arrived at the lakeside.
His pitch-black eyes scanned the area continuously, revealing a hint of confusion and panic.
He was the one who had received news from the Palace Maid and had come here.
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