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Dressed entirely in black, his face was as dark as his attire, the frustration vanished, and he had no desire to look at someone who could kill with a mere gesture, flaunting it right before him.
The cheerful laughter of a child rang out as Shijiu appeared, happily munching on candy. "Sister, I promised!"
Yun Zhi Yue smiled slightly. "Yes, Zhi Liao, let's go play on the last day."
Bai Miao Miao continued to lead the way, occasionally glancing sideways.
Yun Zhi Yue thought about the comment that someone would feel heartbroken; it must refer to Song Huai. In Yu City, Gui Jing, Bai's final kneel before Song Huai already spoke volumes.
Hei Shijiu was such a formidable character; could he possibly be under Song Huai's command? Was that why Yun Zhi Yue bullied him?
Bai Miao Miao understood everything well. How could Song Huai not be aware? Yet he showed no signs of acknowledgment, as if he hadn’t heard anything at all.
As they walked past a dilapidated courtyard, everyone’s lips twitched. Could this cheating be any more blatant?
A beautifully decorated small villa suddenly appeared in the yard, with a plaque reading: Sister's Residence.
Yun Zhi Yue's eyelids twitched; she thought this child didn’t need to curry favor in this matter. She would rather sleep on a communal bed with everyone else for the sake of safety.
But Song Huai wouldn’t give her that chance; he directly picked her up and carried her into the villa.
The expressions of the others varied, and no one spoke. To become part of the Top Ten List, who among them was foolish enough? This time in the Eerie Game clearly wasn’t just about visiting attractions anymore.
The room featured a double bed, genuine leather sofas, and a pristine white carpet—all modern decor, with even clothes neatly prepared.
Song Huai placed her on the bed and took off his outer coat to head into the bathroom.
Yun Zhi Yue stared at the doorway, contemplating whether to escape.
Then she saw Song Huai standing at the bathroom door. "Come in."
Yun Zhi Yue awkwardly smiled. "I don’t need to wash; you can go ahead. No need to be polite."
Song Huai’s expression remained unchanged as he fixed his gaze on her. "Come in."
Under the gradually intensifying gaze reminiscent of Mo Lan’s eyes, Yun Zhi Yue steeled herself and slowly walked inside. Song Huai followed and locked the bathroom door behind them.
He turned on the shower and looked at her. "Strip."
Yun Zhi Yue’s eyes reddened as tears streamed down her face. "Song Huai, do you not like me anymore? Why are you being so harsh with me?"
At that moment, she truly felt helpless. If it weren’t for Yu Yue giving me her life, I wouldn’t have survived at all. I came out four years later wanting to reunite with you, but I’m using Yu Yue’s body.
I felt conflicted inside and didn’t speak up immediately. Are you angry because of this?
Crying so hard that she could barely catch her breath, Yun Zhi Yue closed her eyes. It was just a single word, yet she felt so wronged. Little did she know how Song Huai had spent the past four years.
He stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms, allowing the tears to fall upon them without a thought of letting go.
Through her sobs, a smile flickered in Yun Zhi Yue's eyes; he truly couldn't bear to part with her.
After their embrace, both of them were soaked. Song Huai reached out to gently caress Yun Zhi Yue's cheek. "This is how you should be, isn't it?"
Yun Zhi Yue nodded. "Yes, isn't it beautiful?"
No matter what, in my eyes, you are the most beautiful as long as it's you.
Yun Zhi Yue wanted to express her feelings further, but he had already begun to push aside her clothing. "But I still want to take a closer look."
"Indeed, it still has the scent of Song Huai."
The fogged glass door was marked by a handprint from Su Shou, and through the misty water stains, the interior revealed a hint of springtime allure that stirred endless imagination.
Yun Zhi Yue struggled to support herself, her voice sultry and beguiling. "Song Huai, can you take a break? I can't handle this; it's too much."
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