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A flicker of pain flashed through Rong Jiayi's eyes.
He knew that the bond between Song Feiwan and Xiao Yu would not easily fade, yet his heart still ached bitterly. He could only comfort himself, telling himself that it was alright; Song Feiwan and Xiao Yu had already ended things. As long as she was here, he still had a chance.
After a while, he suppressed the numbness in his chest and spoke softly but gently, "There's no need to apologize, nor do you have to rush to give me an answer right now. Let's spend some more time together, shall we?"
Song Feiwan shook her head.
She was stubborn when it came to emotions; if there was no commitment, she didn't want to give the other person unrealistic hopes. Whether this was cruel or gentle, she couldn't tell.
"I really can't think about marriage right now," she said.
Rong Jiayi replied, "I understand. So just treat me as a close friend for now; let's enjoy each other's company."
Seeing that Song Feiwan remained silent, he stepped forward slightly, his deep gaze locking onto hers as his voice softened further. "Feiwan, I haven't done anything to hurt you. Is it really so unfair that because I have feelings for you, we can't even be friends?"
Song Feiwan felt a pang of guilt. The support Rong Jiayi had given her during this time was genuine and substantial. She wasn't someone with a heart of stone; this kindness weighed heavily on her.
"What I mean is, I'm afraid I won't be able to reciprocate your feelings," she explained.
This time, Rong Jiayi revealed a confident smile.
As the son of a prominent family, his upbringing and prowess in the political arena gave him an air of pride. "You're just temporarily unable to respond to me," he corrected her gently. "Life is long; who knows what might happen?"
Song Feiwan opened her mouth but ultimately chose not to argue with him again. With a soft sigh, she said, "You might end up being dragged down by me."
Rong Jiayi chuckled, "I welcome it willingly."
At a loss for words, Song Feiwan lowered her gaze to her toes.
Rong Jiayi changed the subject. "New Year's Eve is coming soon. I can't go back to the capital. Can I spend it with you?"
The local custom here was to make tangyuan, but he was used to eating dumplings. "Shall we make dumplings together?"
Song Feiwan thought to herself, you are the esteemed Minister of Justice and the eldest son of the Rong family. Surely, you have servants to cater to your needs; why would you need to ask for help with food?
But as the words lingered on her lips, she realized it would ruin the mood and swallowed them back down. In Wujin City, they were considered fellow townsfolk, so it wasn't too much to ask to spend the holiday together. Besides, he had helped her so much.
"My cooking skills aren't that great," Song Feiwan mumbled quietly.
Rong Jiayi smiled brightly; at that moment, he felt happier than he had in months. "Then I'll learn from others. Making dumplings shouldn't be too hard."
As it turned out, making dumplings was indeed not difficult for the two of them. However, Song Feiwan couldn't understand why, despite only putting a little filling inside and being careful with the dough, the oil still leaked out.
After finally managing to pinch one together, it looked crooked and misshapen; she couldn't bear to look at it.
Rong Jiayi wasn't much better off. He frowned at the dough in his palm, looking as if he were facing a daunting case rather than making dumplings.
In comparison, He Miao, a native of the south, picked it up quickly. In just a few motions, she could wrap up a plump and pristine dumpling.
As Song Feiwan and Rong Jiayi's failed dumplings piled up, He Miao could no longer hold back. "Sister, Lord Rong, why don't you two go boil some water instead?"
Song Feiwan and Rong Jiayi exchanged glances and couldn't help but laugh as they were shooed away toward the kitchen.
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