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Xiao Yu said, settling down beside her. The seat sank slightly under his weight, and she was caught off guard, nearly toppling onto him. She managed to brace herself with her hands, awkwardly stabilizing her position.
Her hair obscured her view, so she didn’t notice that Xiao Yu had instinctively raised his hand to help her. Her mind was buzzing as she stared at him in astonishment and asked, “What did you just say?”
Xiao Yu raised an eyebrow in displeasure. “Didn’t you say you wanted to explain? Come on, let this prince hear what flowery words you can come up with.”
Since he had been deceived by her for so long, he didn’t mind giving her a moment to say her last words, allowing her to leave without regrets.
Song Feiwan felt as if her brain had short-circuited. That had merely been an excuse! With her mind in such disarray, what could she possibly explain?
What was worse, he actually sat down to listen to her!
She felt extremely unwilling; she had clearly made a deal with Ning Yuqin. If she could just wait a little longer, she could escape from this man’s side. Why did it have to be now that he regained his memory?
Was the heavens trying to ruin her?
“What's wrong? Are you at your wit's end and have nothing left to say?” The smile on Xiao Yu's face vanished completely, replaced by a gloomy expression.
“No!” Song Feiwan urgently grabbed his sleeve but was predictably shaken off.
Xiao Yu had expected her to grab him again, but instead, she obediently withdrew her hand. This only served to irritate him further, and he clicked his tongue in annoyance.
Song Feiwan dared not provoke his temper again and forced herself to think quickly.
Think! What other ways can I save myself? Don’t give up!
The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became, and tears began to fall from her frightened eyes.
“So in your memory, there’s completely no trace of me?” she asked through her tears.
Xiao Yu felt the heat of her fallen tears on his face; he clenched his jaw and turned away. “Before I set out for battle, we never had any interactions. How could my memory possibly contain you?”
"Do you remember everyone else clearly?"
"Of course."
Song Feiwan began to cry, "Your Highness, how could you treat me like this?"
Xiao Yu furrowed his brows, surprised by her accusation.
"Ah, I truly underestimated your audacity. You're blaming me now?"
"I hate you!" Song Feiwan exclaimed, her tears flowing more freely. "How could you forget me alone?"
Xiao Yu was taken aback. "What?"
"I've seen this kind of medical history before and found it unbelievable. I never thought I would experience it myself!" Song Feiwan broke down, "With you like this, it would be better if you just couldn’t remember at all! At least then I could feel a bit more balanced!"
She raised her tear-filled eyes and questioned him, "What do you want me to do now? What does my persistence over these past few days mean?"
Overwhelmed with emotion, she began to cough violently, her breathing becoming labored, which made her complexion grow even paler and more pained.
Xiao Yu's expression changed as he instinctively said, "Song Feiwan, you're still poisoned! Calm down!"
Song Feiwan's face fell; her small hands clutched tightly at her collar as if she might faint at any moment.
Xiao Yu suddenly shouted towards the outside, "Someone! Call the imperial physician!"
Outside, a worried Dongzhi was the first to push the door open and rush in.
"Your Highness! Look at Song Feiwan; her complexion has changed drastically! What happened? Please don’t scare me!"
Cold sweat covered Song Feiwan's forehead, and her brows were tightly knitted in pain. Her body weakened and she fell into Xiao Yu's arms.
"Where is the physician?" he demanded sternly.
"Your Highness, it's me!" came a voice from outside.
"Get in here! What are you waiting for?"
In the midst of the chaos, Physician Zhao hurried forward to examine Song Feiwan's pulse.
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