After picking up the White Cut Black Prince

Song Yusheng's injuries were so severe, just like the first time they saw him. He fell half dead under the sycamore tree, looking lifeless.

He had been holding on, and only heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Wen Chu had no reaction and was willing to follow him. But as soon as he let out his breath, he fell down uncontrollably.

Wen Chu was so frightened that he quickly called his secret guards, "Chunfeng! Quick, your master is dying!"

Chunfeng had been waiting by their side. Upon hearing this, he immediately stepped forward, carried Song Yusheng on his back, and rushed back to the Song Mansion.

Song Yusheng's injury was very serious, just like last time.

Half of my life is gone.

Wen Chu came to Yuhui Hall again, but this time his mood was completely different from the last time.

She was afraid that Song Yusheng would not be able to survive, so what should she do? Wouldn't she kill two people at once?

Wen Chu kept calling his name, trying to wake him up and hold on a little longer.

Song Yusheng's mind was already somewhat distracted, and he could barely hear Wen Chu's words when he was called.

Song Yusheng felt that maybe he really wouldn't be so lucky this time, and his life might be over.

He rarely gets hurt, but once he is, his bones and muscles are broken. He has been running for his life countless times since he was a child. Perhaps it is just as Wen Chu said, he really has some luck on him, otherwise, he would not be so lucky and could not survive to this point.

But luck always runs out, and perhaps today is the day when his luck has run out.

But he is really unlucky. What should he do? If he dies, what should he do about Wen Chu?
He still felt uneasy about her being alone, even though he knew she would be fine without him.

They had already reached the inner room. Song Yusheng, covered in blood, was put on the bed, and someone had already called the imperial physician over.

Song Yusheng lay on the bed, feeling the passing of life. From the age of seven to twenty-two, when he recalled these ten years, he realized how tiring and boring the previous days were.

Until he was twenty-two years old, he met a young girl.

The little girl was full of lies and had a lot of crooked ideas in her mind. He didn't understand at that time that when he was with her, he would often feel a strange feeling, which was something he had never experienced before.

He didn't understand it at that time. Perhaps that strange feeling was heartbeat. It was not until now, after going through so much and his heart was beating violently, that he understood.

Song Yusheng never regretted anything he had done, but in the end, all his regrets were directed at the person in front of him.

Song Yusheng opened his mouth and wanted to speak.

Wen Chu saw his thin lips opening and closing, and he understood what he meant, and immediately put his ear closer.

Song Yusheng held on for a breath and said, "If I really can't make it, please don't be sad for me, and don't feel sorry for me. Just think of it as my fate. After all, you saved my life, so even if I can't make it today, I don't blame you at all."

Song Yusheng's words made Wen Chu even more uncomfortable. She covered her face and cried, unable to control herself, but she heard Song Yusheng continue to speak.

"Don't cry. I don't want to take advantage of you. I gave you a life and asked you to remember you. If so, it's not fair to you."

He stretched out his hand as far as he could and rubbed Wen Chu's head.

"In my life, I prefer the word force. I was exhausted last night, but now I realize that if I can let go, it will be a good thing. After I die..."

He had so many things to say. He wanted to say that after he died, Wen Chu would take his money and leave. He had a lot of money, which was enough to make this money-grubber live happily for the rest of his life. He also wanted to say, don't be afraid, even if he, Song Yusheng, died, no one would bully her in the future.

But before he could finish his next words, he was interrupted by Wen Chu.

"Okay, if you really die, I will find someone to marry, get married and have children, and every year I will bring my husband and children to burn paper money for you. After all, you are such a disgusting person, no one will burn anything for you. You can only hope that my future husband is generous, otherwise, even I won't be able to burn for you."

Letting go is easier said than done.

When Song Yusheng heard Wen Chu's words, a bloody smell suddenly filled his throat again.

He wanted to pull up the corners of his mouth and say yes, but before he could move, something soft covered his lips.

Song Yusheng's eyelashes trembled violently, but before he could think about what happened, the softness left.

Wen Chu said calmly, "Are you willing to die? Are you willing to let me marry someone else, Song Yusheng?"

Song Yusheng was reluctant to let her go. How could he bear to do so? That was the person he thought about day and night, the person he couldn't even dream of marrying. How could he bear to see her marry someone else?

"You don't want to let go, right? So you must hold on."

"The phoenix crown you made last time is very beautiful, I like it very much. Although it is broken, the skillful prince will definitely be able to glue it back together."

"I can't embroider, nor can I embroider a wedding dress, but I can learn."

"So, Song Yusheng, please don't die."

Song Yusheng let out a low laugh from his throat. He almost felt that this was an illusion before he died. It was all just a lie.

He said, "Okay, don't cry, I won't die. Think about it, I have a very strong life. There have been many times when my life was hanging by a thread, and there have been many times when I didn't survive by barely lingering on."

As soon as Song Yusheng finished speaking, a doctor hurried over to the door.

The doctor saw how injured Song Yusheng was and blurted out several times, "Oh no!!"

After getting injured like this, why are you still stalling outside instead of coming back to save your life right away?!
When I saw his pale mouth, how could he still be popular?
The doctor and a few others helped him. Wen Chu and the four secret guards beside Song Yusheng waited outside. This was the first time she stood here with the four of them. Xia Hua also suffered a lot of injuries, but not as serious as Song Yusheng's. After all, Song Yusheng's fighting style was too ferocious. He rushed forward as if he was risking his life. Even Xia Hua didn't have time to react.

The expressions on the faces of those four people were not very good. Even if Song Yusheng was so strict and cruel, as long as they didn't make mistakes, he would treat them well.

Besides, how could the friendship of so many years be worn away so easily?

Even though they knew that Song Yusheng got into trouble while trying to save Wen Chu, they found it hard for them to feel any resentment towards Wen Chu. Even Dong Yue, who usually disliked Wen Chu, felt that it was really unlucky and pitiful for her to have lost both her father and her mother at the same time.

Song Liqing also knew what happened on the funeral street today. After hearing that something happened to Song Yusheng, he hurried here.

When she arrived at Yuhui Hall, she saw that everyone had sad faces, and their expressions were grim, especially Wen Chu. It was as if his soul had been taken away by someone, his eyes were empty, and no one knew what he was thinking at the moment.

Song Liqing stepped forward and came in front of her, but she still acted as if she didn't see her.

Wen Chu experienced too many things in just one day.

After the great sorrow and pain, it felt like a piece of flesh and blood was cut out of my heart, and it was so painful.

If Song Yusheng really died, she would not want to live anymore.

It wasn't some deep love or anything like that, even if the husband dies, the concubine must live too, but she was thinking, since everyone around her was dead, why should she live?

Physical torture could not kill her will to live, but it turned out that the repeated mental blows were the most fatal.

Song Liqing sat next to Wen Chu. Seeing that she was heartbroken, she didn't know how to comfort her.

She racked her brains and finally thought of a joke to make her happy.

"Sister Chu, don't be sad. I'll tell you something interesting."

Wen Chu forced himself to look at her.

"Sister Chu, do you know that in ancient times there was a man who could accurately predict when it would rain, when it would blow and when it would thunder. Whenever someone asked him, he could always tell an approximate time. As time went by, people called him Mr. Shiyu. Later, a little boy went to ask him, 'Mr. Shiyu, Mr. Shiyu, I heard that you can always predict when it will rain. Are you the reincarnation of Thunder God?'"

Whenever Song Liqing thought of this joke, he wanted to laugh. Before the key point was even mentioned, he couldn't stop laughing.

She paused for a long time before continuing, "Then Mr. Shi Yu said, 'I got this disease when I didn't like to wear cotton pants when I was young. As I get older, my legs can't support it anymore. They hurt when it rains. I don't know whether it will rain or not, but my legs know!'"

After Song Liqing said this, she couldn't hold back her laughter any longer. But when she turned around and saw the four secret guards and Wen Chu's expressions, who looked at her as if she were mentally retarded, she couldn't laugh anymore.

She said sullenly, "Isn't it funny?"

"If it's not funny, I won't say it."

Seeing her like this, Wen Chu tried to comfort her. She put her hand on her forehead and said helplessly, "It's not that I dislike you, but it's not appropriate to laugh now."

Song Liqing said: "I just saw that you were not in a good mood."

Wen Chu forced a smile and said, "It's okay, I'm fine, don't worry about me."

It clearly doesn't look good at all.

Seeing Wen Chu talking nonsense, Song Liqing just lowered his head and said, "But you don't look good at all."

Within a few days, both my father and mother died.

It's hard for anyone to be good.

Song Liqing looked inside the house. The maids brought out plate after plate of blood. Song Liqing's eyes became wet.

"Sister Chu, I know I shouldn't say these words, but I really feel sorry for him. I don't want to lose face today, but I have to say it. When my brother was young, he called his father, mother, grandparents and abandoned him, so he may become so neurotic. He wants something and wants to keep the person even if he dies. This is wrong, it's his fault, but I think he has really changed now. Since you left, I don't know what he has become from a man who was full of vigor and vitality and never depressed."

"I dare not guarantee anything else, but I am sure that in my brother's eyes, you are definitely better than everything else, even better than himself."

Song Liqing knew that the more he spoke, the more outrageous it became. It was like he was blackmailing Wen Chu morally, as if he was saying, "Brother has treated you so well, so just forgive him."

She stopped talking quickly and was about to say something else, but Wen Chu asked before her: "Has he been abandoned? Was he abandoned by his biological parents and clan members when he was seven years old and unable to speak?"

Wen Chu looked a little panicked. She asked why Song Yusheng always asked her to say something again and again, to be with him forever and so on.

She and Song Yusheng were very similar in this respect. She also understood the feeling of being abandoned. She was also trapped by this, so much so that when she arrived in Kyoto, she never dared to see them. Song Yusheng was abandoned by the people closest to him, just because he was a child prodigy who could not speak, so perhaps because of this, he was too afraid of others leaving him.

Wen Chu couldn't let go of the past, and Song Yusheng couldn't let go either.

No one could understand Song Yusheng on this point, but Wen Chu actually had some understanding.

He was powerful and ruthless, like a god descended to earth, and seemed to have recovered from his previous condition.
At the last moment I realized that it was not self-healing but self-destruction.
I have numbed myself in the life over the years, day after day, year after year.

Wen Chu asked again, "Is this also the reason for the whip marks on your body?"

"What whip marks?"

Song Liqing didn't know about this. She only knew that Song Yusheng was beaten, but she didn't know what kind of beating he received. So, she asked in surprise.

Song Liqing didn't know about this, but Chunfeng knew it because he had been following Song Yusheng since very early in the morning.

He said, "The thirty lashes were related to the Taifu. The master found out that the Taifu's corruption and bribery case was also related to the Song family, so he questioned the then-living Prime Minister. The Prime Minister was annoyed that he had to bring up the old matter when he was exposed, and forced the master to recognize the Song family rules. However, the master refused to recognize it and took the thirty lashes."

"They never treated him with any blood relationship, they just wanted him to become the most outstanding child of the Song family."

"Girl, you may think that I am just making excuses for my master, but he has not been lucky in his life."

Song Yusheng doesn't care about the hardships he has endured to get to where he is now, and neither do his family members. No one has ever cared. They only want to use blood to make him surrender, kneel, and submit.

Wen Chu could no longer shed tears.

It was Song Yusheng who had imprisoned her in the first place, but now, it was also Song Yusheng who almost died because of her.

They are all Song Yusheng, but which one is he?

But no matter which one it was, no matter who it was, the person from yesterday had become what he is today. Knowing his past, Wen Chu suddenly felt relieved.

How can the heart be heartless if it is not a plant or a tree?

Song Yusheng had done all these things for her, and now he even gave his life for her. He knew that it was wrong to do that before, and he was afraid that Wen Chu would not believe him, so he used his own life to tell her.

How could Wen Chu not believe it? How could he not believe it?

Wen Chu was getting a little anxious while waiting outside. What if Song Yusheng was gone? What if he was dead too?

No, there won’t be any chance of that happening. He won’t die. He definitely won’t die.

How could such a powerful man die so easily?

Wen Chu was overwhelmed by anxiety and nervousness. She was so scared that she couldn't help shaking. Song Liqing was also worried about Song Yusheng, but seeing how scared Wen Chu was, she hugged her and tried to comfort her.

Wen Chu was held by the little girl and he wasn't shaking that badly.

I don't know how long I waited, it was almost dark when the doctor came out. Everyone rushed towards him in an instant.

"How is he?"

The doctor's expression was not pleasant. His expression was so serious that it made people feel that Song Yusheng was already dead.

He repeatedly checked for breath, and everyone was so anxious that they didn't know what to do. He finally spoke, "Just hang in there, let's see if you can make it through tonight. The prince really doesn't care about himself. He has so many injuries, big and small. If he can't make it through tonight and dies, there's really nothing we can do. If he can make it, then maybe there's still a chance. He has a high fever now, and I'm afraid he can't make it through, oh!"

The high fever won't go away, I can't get over it.
When Wen Chu heard this, she swayed twice, and she asked him, "Can I go in and see him, just see him, and keep him company?"

"Of course, say more nice things to him. He might be able to hear them now."

After the doctor finished speaking, Wen Chu ran straight into the inner room.

The wounds on Song Yusheng's body had been bandaged, and the dirty, bloody clothes had been changed.

Wen Chu sat down beside the bed, looking at the pale-faced Song Yusheng, tears welled up in his eyes again.

She didn't know what to do, so she could only hold his hand and tell him the past again and again.

"How can you be so reckless? Do you really think you won't die, over and over again?"

"I'm sorry. I've hurt you again this time. Wake up. If you wake up, I won't pursue the bad things you did in the past."

"If you don't wake up, I will never pay attention to you again."

"My father and mother are gone, and my brother doesn't want me anymore. You can't die again, Song Yusheng."

"You have to wake up, and you have to live a long life."

"I'm telling you the truth this time. I won't lie to you again."

Suddenly, Wen Chu seemed to feel Song Yusheng's fingers trembling slightly. Even though it was an extremely subtle movement, she still noticed it.

"You can hear it, right? If you can, can you wake up soon?"

There was a hint of imperceptible pleading in her tone, and she herself didn't even notice it.

Wen Chu guarded him in there for the whole night. During this time, Song Liqing and several secret guards came in and talked for a long time. Even Song's father and mother came to see him. However, Wen Chu knew that Song Yusheng might not like them very much, so he was unwilling to let them in.

Song Liqing thought the same as she did, and the two of them stopped them from entering the house.

Song Lin was so angry that he wanted to die. "That's my Song family's eldest son, my own biological son. How can I not see him when his life is in danger?!"

Song Lin knew that Wen Chu's brother was now the emperor, so no matter how angry he was today, his words were not so harsh. He just asked why, as the father of the child, he could not let him see him at this time.

Wen Chu asked, "Why can you see him? Why can you see the father of the child? But when you wanted to kill him just because he couldn't speak, why didn't you admit that you were the father of the child? Do you have the power of life and death over the child just because you are a father or a mother? You have no affection for him, so why do you think he has affection for you? Why do you think he is willing to see you when he is dying? People can be shameless, but they should at least have self-knowledge. Ask yourself, does he want to see you at this moment?"

"We are not related by blood, and we owe nothing to each other. You gave birth to him, but he never owed anything to your Song family. The Song family is more prosperous than before, and it is all because of Song Yusheng's recklessness. If you still want something, you will be shameless."

What Wen Chu said in front of Song Lin was so straightforward and explicit that no one could refute it.

Song Lin and Madam Song finally left this place and did not go in again.

After all, as Wen Chu said, Song Yusheng definitely didn't want to see them. If they went in, he might be upset.

The sky was turning pale, and the faint light of dawn made the house brighter.

Song Yusheng moved his fingers slightly.

Yesterday, he was not very clear-headed and could only hear a little bit of sound in a trance. He heard Wen Chu crying in his ear and saying a lot of words in his ear. Those words came into his ears without missing a single one, making him afraid to die.

He cannot die.
If he died, Wen Chu would also feel sad, and she would feel for the rest of her life that she was the one who killed him.

Song Yusheng opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Wen Chu lying on the edge of the bed. From his direction, he could only see the top of her head.

When Song Yusheng thought of what she had said before, a smile appeared in his eyes. He made it through. Fortunately, he made it through.

When Wen Chu woke up, she saw Song Yusheng looking at her motionlessly.

Wen Chu didn't have time to think about anything else. Seeing him wake up, he was overjoyed. He stood up in surprise and said, "You're awake?"

Song Yusheng nodded, looking at him with tenderness in his eyes.

He reached out and touched her head, then smiled and said, "I'm awake. Have you forgiven me? Are you still angry?"

Wen Chu felt embarrassed and annoyed when she heard him asking such a question even though she knew the answer. She had said everything to keep him alive, and the first thing he did after waking up was to tease her.

Wen Chu pursed his lips and asked, "Is there anyone like you?"

Song Yusheng's eyebrows curved a little, and he asked, "Don't be upset, I want to ask, is what you said true? Are you really willing to marry me?"

After he thought about it, his eyes dimmed a little, and he added: "If you are saying this because you don't want me to die, and it's not what you really mean, then forget it."

If this is the case, wouldn't it be considered coercion?

The sun had gradually risen from the east, and a faint light shone into the house through the windows, shining on Wen Chu's profile, making her complexion more translucent, but her skin was gradually covered with a layer of blush that made people want to pinch it.

Wen Chu blushed and said softly, "Of course I am sincere. Didn't I tell you that I won't lie to you? If you don't believe me, forget it."

Song Yusheng did not dare to push his hand any further. He touched the side of Wen Chu's face, stroking her face with his thumb, with a hint of tenderness. He said, "Mother Chu, you are really a good girl with a kind heart."

He had treated her like this, repaying her kindness with evil, yet she could still forgive him. She was really kind-hearted.

Wen Chu replied: "That's not the case. If you continue to be the same as before, it doesn't matter whether I pay attention to you or not, and whether you live or die has nothing to do with me. It's better to praise you for admitting your mistakes and correcting them than to say that I have a kind heart. There is nothing better than kindness, isn't it?"

Song Yusheng was slightly startled, and then he couldn't help but let out a chuckle from his throat. This laugh brought on a violent cough, which inevitably affected his injuries, causing him to frown slightly in pain.

Wen Chu was frightened by his behavior and said hurriedly, "Wait for me. I'll go outside and ask someone to call a doctor."

Having said that, he went outside.

The doctor came here soon. He saw Song Yusheng woke up and looked much better than yesterday. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He felt Song Yusheng's pulse and said, "Your Highness is blessed by heaven. You look much better today than yesterday. You need to rest well for another month and take some medicine. You will get better soon."

After hearing these words, Wen Chu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Since the doctor said so, there is really nothing to be afraid of.

Wen Chu helped Song Yusheng sit up, and fed him some porridge and medicine.

After Song Yusheng finished drinking the medicine, he suddenly said to Wen Chu, "Don't go into the palace yet. I will go with you later."

The reason why Song Yusheng was worried about her entering the palace alone was, firstly, because of how Li Weiyan scolded her last time, and secondly, because he began to doubt him in his heart, suspecting that the assassinations on these two occasions were related to him.

He suddenly remembered that Li Weiyan should have known that he left Beijing to look for Huaihe, because he heard Song Liqing and her close friend, the Crown Princess's biological sister, talking about this at the polo field last time. In this case, the Crown Princess might also know, and Li Weiyan must know it too.

Apart from the people of the Song family, no one else knew about this matter, not even Fang Xiu.

Wen Chu thought of Li Weiyan. He must hate her to death for killing his mother.

When Wen Chu thought of Xiaoyi, his eyes couldn't help but turn red.

She said, "Well, I understand. Mother died because of me. My brother must be unhappy to see me now. So I'll go on the seventh day."

Wen Chu was only concerned about Song Yusheng yesterday. Now, when she thought of how Li Weiyan lost control last time, she felt more and more uncomfortable. It was as she should bear this. She was the one who hurt others.

It's all her fault.

Seeing her so disappointed, Song Yusheng thought of his previous guess and looked at Wen Chu with a complicated look. He just comforted her, "Mother Chu, don't be like this. It's not your fault. Believe me, it's really not your fault."

Wen Chu didn't understand what Song Yusheng meant, and just thought he was comforting him, so he just forced a smile as a sign of agreement.

In the following days, she stayed by Song Yusheng's side, taking care of him. She was the only one who fed him and changed his medicine. The two of them slept in the same bed every day, and Wen Chu often woke up in the middle of the night.

That night, on the eve of Xiaoyi's seventh day, Wen Chu was haunted by nightmares again.

After waking up in shock, she was embraced by Song Yusheng.

Song Yusheng felt her forehead and was startled to break out in a cold sweat. He wiped her sweat with his sleeve and asked softly, "What's wrong with you? Why did you have a nightmare and become like this?"

In the darkness, Song Yusheng's voice seemed even more magnetic than usual.

The night was as dark as ink, with only the moonlight shining through the window bringing some light. Song Yusheng could see in the moonlight that she looked dazed.

She paused for a long time, without saying anything, and just buried her head in front of Song Yusheng.

In addition to the usual sandalwood scent on his body, there was now a hint of medicine. These smells made Wen Chu feel inexplicably at ease.

Seeing that she didn't want to talk, Song Yusheng touched her head. Her three thousand black hair fell on her shoulders. It was not a bun that could be rested on the hand, so it felt even more comfortable to touch.

His force was not strong, he just kept touching her from time to time to soothe her anxious mood.

After a long time, Wen Chu finally came out from his chest. She said, "I dreamed of my brother, and he didn't want me anymore."

When Song Yusheng heard Li Weiyan, he pursed his thin lips even more tightly.

He has been lying in bed recuperating these days, thinking about the past, and he feels more and more that Li Weiyan has never been a simple person.

When Li Weiyan was mentioned, Song Yusheng was afraid of saying more and making more mistakes, so he stopped talking and just coaxed Wen Chu to sleep.

He said, "Don't worry about these things. Go to sleep first. Tomorrow is her seventh day of mourning. You have to get up early. Go to sleep first. Even if there is anything, we can talk about it tomorrow."

Wen Chu didn't react much after hearing what he said. After a while, he asked sullenly, "Are you feeling better? If not, you don't have to accompany me. It's okay for me to go back alone. My brother was just too angry last time. I also hate myself for killing my mother. No wonder he was like that."

Song Yusheng couldn't really let her go alone, so he said, "It's okay. You know, if you take these precious herbs every day, even the most serious injuries can be cured." At this point, he deliberately joked, "Anyway, you can get through it by drinking porridge every day. At this point, you should be almost healed."

Wen Chu heard that he still had the energy to say these things, and said unhappily: "Come on, just don't be so stubborn, and go with me anyway."

Song Yusheng said: "Don't be afraid, it won't happen."

"I'm not afraid at all."

Song Yusheng laughed, and his breath blew into Wen Chu's ears, bringing a feeling of warmth. Wen Chu didn't think about anything else, and didn't know how long it had been before he fell asleep in his arms again.

*
The next day, the two of them entered the palace together. Song Yusheng was not very reassured about Li Weiyan, so he brought more people with him.

However, when they arrived at the Meridian Gate, they were stopped by someone. They were told that because of the frequent assassinations recently, everyone entering the palace had to be carefully checked, and it would be best not to bring anyone with them if possible.

Wen Chu didn't think much about it and felt that this matter was reasonable, but Li Weiyan's move made Song Yusheng almost conclude that he must have other thoughts.

But if he doesn't bring anyone with him, then don't bring anyone. With him around, he is not too afraid of what Li Weiyan can do to Wen Chu. After all, if Li Weiyan can successfully become emperor, if it weren't for Song Yusheng helping them eliminate He Fang and the other two behind the scenes, he wouldn't have been able to ascend to the throne so smoothly.

Moreover, he had not spent all these years in the court in vain. If something really happened to him, it would depend on whether Li Weiyan could sit firmly on the throne.

The two men dressed in plain clothes arrived at Kunning Palace. Xiaoyi's coffin was still in the palace.

They arrived early and there were not many people in the hall. Only Li Weiyan was kneeling in Xiaoyi's mourning hall in plain clothes. The current queen, Hu Yunlian, was sitting aside because she was pregnant.

Hearing that two people were coming, Li Weiyan, who had his eyes closed, opened them.

He knelt in front of the two of them, with his back to Wen Chu, and sneered softly: "When the emperor father was in trouble, the coffin was kept for seven days, and you knelt for seven days. How come the queen mother died to save you, so she can only ask you to come and see her off one last time. Li Zhaoxi, who taught you to be so heartless and heartless?"

In the past, he obeyed them and always called him Wen Chu, but now he doesn't even want to call him by his name according to her wishes.

Wen Chu listened to Li Weiyan's sarcasm and thought that he was still angry with him. This brother, who was usually the kindest, could tease people more than anyone else when he got angry.

Wen Chu's throat choked slightly, and a sour taste filled his mouth.

She was a little at a loss, and hurriedly explained: "No, brother, it's not like that. I was afraid that you were still angry with me. I was just afraid that you didn't want to see me, so I didn't dare to come."

Li Weiyan never wanted to hear her explanation. He said coldly, "Shut up. You are willing to be with him without a matchmaker. You have no self-respect and no self-love. You want to hang out with him when you get the chance. Don't use other things as a cover. How dare you say these things!"

(End of this chapter)