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Tears of reason welled up in her eyes as she opened her mouth, wanting to say something.
"I advise you to think carefully before you speak. Otherwise, you might as well lose that tongue of yours," he warned.
Song Feiwan felt a chill run down her spine, her tongue aching at the root, and she quickly shut her mouth. Her hair and clothes were disheveled, a fake scar plastered on her small face, and tears glistened in her fox-like eyes.
Xiao Yu glanced at her, his anger flaring, yet a smile played on his lips. "Look at my consort, so frightened. Weren't you quite bold before? I haven't even asked you—do you find my power useful?"
Song Feiwan's dull mind slowly began to turn. In the past few days, Xiao Yu must have investigated her thoroughly. He knew everything: how she had been framed by Xiao Yan and Song Shuyou, how she had been forced to change her story at the Ning family’s birthday banquet, and how she had opened a medical clinic using his name to find medicine for herself.
Every time she had deceived others was not out of love but merely for survival.
"Speak!" Xiao Yu raised his voice, snapping her back to reality and causing her to tremble in fear.
Her chin was gripped painfully, but she dared not plead for mercy. With tear-filled eyes, she hoarsely said, "I'm sorry."
All her lies had been exposed; she could think of no excuses to absolve herself. The constant anxiety and regret had drained her completely. Even after escaping to Jiangnan, she would still wake up in the middle of the night, dreaming of him coming at her with a sword.
At this moment, it felt as if the blade that had been hanging over her head was finally about to fall. She would soon pay with her life for what she had done.
Ha, ha ha! Xiao Yu stared at her and let out a hoarse laugh. In his eyes, alongside anger, she could see a glimmer of pain.
"Is this all your silver-tongued rhetoric can produce?"
Song Feiwan closed her eyes; strangely enough, she felt a calmness wash over her as if death were imminent.
She lowered her gaze and whispered, "Xiao Yu, I am truly afraid of you. Ever since you returned, I have been restless day and night. But I do not regret the choice I made back then."
"Why should I let those two deceive me, ruin my reputation, and endanger my life? Should I just end it all?"
"I refuse to give them that satisfaction. I will live better than anyone else, and they will feel a thousand times the pain I have endured!"
Song Feiwan lifted her eyes to meet Xiao Yu's phoenix-like gaze. This time, she no longer needed to feign deep affection or plead with anyone.
She revealed her true remorse and said earnestly, "But I truly am sorry for you. I regret using you."
Xiao Yu's pupils constricted, as if something within him was rushing out uncontrollably. A voice in his mind insisted that this was not what he wanted to hear.
Song Feiwan continued with increasing confidence, "Aside from you, I also owe apologies to those who believed in me and treated me sincerely. But I saved your mother, saved Rong Jiayi and Rong Anning; they are different from them."
"Only you, Xiao Yu," Song Feiwan's nose tinged with bitterness as tears glistened in her eyes. "Is my only way to repay you with my life? But I truly do not want to die."
She had never told Xiao Yu about the feelings she harbored beneath the heavy layers of lies. She felt unworthy, afraid, unwilling, and ashamed.
How could she express that the moment she saw him, beyond fear, there was also joy?
Xiao Yu grasped her chin, pulling them closer together until their breaths intertwined. His dark eyes resembled a whirlpool that could completely draw one in.
Song Feiwan heard him speak in a voice devoid of discernible emotion, "You can only repay with your life; there is no room for your hesitation."
As soon as he finished speaking, their lips met. Song Feiwan found herself pressed down onto the bed by his firm grip at the back of her head.
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