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Xiao Yi stood in front of the table, looking down at the brocade box on it. I clenched my fists, trying hard to control my emotions. "Xiao Yi, do you really have no feelings for me at all?" You treat me so well, but I only thought you were pitying me. I don't believe it; I refuse to believe that you have no affection for me.
"Come out," Xiao Yi suddenly spoke. I was startled and immediately held my breath. Did he discover me? "Qian Qian, come out," Xiao Yi repeated. After hesitating for a moment, I still walked out holding the brocade box.
When Xiao Yi saw me, he was momentarily taken aback. "You... how did you get here?" I looked at him, feeling a mix of emotions. "Xiao Yi, why won't you clarify your feelings?"
"What do you mean?"
"You..." I suddenly noticed he was walking towards me, and I instinctively took a step back. "Qian Qian, don't move." Xiao Yi quickened his pace and came right in front of me. I stopped in my tracks and looked at him.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Yi lowered his gaze to the brocade box in my hands and fell silent. Following his gaze, I realized that the box had somehow opened without me noticing. Inside lay the Seal, quietly resting. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly hid the brocade box behind me.
"I... I didn't mean to."
Xiao Yi glanced at me and sighed softly.
"Forget it."
"What?"
I looked at him in confusion.
Xiao Yi cleared his throat twice and looked away.
"You... you heard everything?"
I bit my lip and nodded.
"Yeah."
The tips of Xiao Yi's ears turned red.
"I... I was amnesiac back then, I didn't remember you."
"I know."
"I... I didn't lie to you."
"I know."
"I... I also lied to you."
Xiao Yi half-knelt in front of me, looking up at me.
"Qian Qian, please don't cry."
"Don't be angry, we're even now, okay?"
"Please, don't cry."
"Who is crying!"
I glared at him, feeling even more bitter inside.
"Xiao Yi, you did it on purpose!"
"You deliberately made me misunderstand, made me think you cared about me."
"You intentionally treated me well so that I would fall for you."
"Xiao Yi, you jerk!"
The more I spoke, the angrier I became, and I threw the brocade box at him.
"Keep it for yourself!"
Xiao Yi took the brocade box and fell silent for a moment.
"Qian Qian, I originally wanted to set you free."
"But the moment I saw you, I could no longer let go."
"I indulged my own dark thoughts; do you understand me?"
Xiao Yi's clay figurine.
That was what he had given me.
Originally, he had gifted me a delicate little general.
But due to the passage of time, the figurine's features had become blurred.
I looked at the figurine and suddenly recalled the past.
"Xiao Yi, do you remember?"
"Back then, you rejected the clay figurine I gave you."
"I brought you mountain fruits every day, yet you never even glanced at them."
Xiao Yi lowered his gaze, his voice deep.
"I'm sorry."
"You were too young back then; I was indifferent to romantic feelings, so I..."
"Qian Qian, can we not dwell on it anymore?"
He looked up at me, his expression serious.
"Let the past be the past."
I gazed at him, and under his reassurance, I gradually calmed down.
The number of memorials submitted to the court regarding Xiao Yi was increasing.
Over the years, Xiao Yi had offended many Confucian scholars in court with his arrogant and unruly behavior.
But ever since he returned from his faked death, the number of memorials against him had suddenly multiplied several times.
The reason was simple: Xiao Yi's actions had become increasingly flamboyant, showing no signs of someone who had experienced death.
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