Chapter Six Finally Has Such A Day

  Wu Jiang's wedding was held as scheduled, and Situ Xuan stood by his friend's side. He still wanted to ask if there was anything he could help with that day, but unexpectedly, Ruan Ruan had taken care of everything very thoroughly, and the ceremony was also very simple. As a result, Situ was happy to be a pure onlooker.

  The highlight of the wedding in the south was, as usual, at the dinner party. Situ Xuan arrived early and greeted the bride and groom, praising Ruan Ruan for being particularly beautiful today. As the newlyweds were busy entertaining their guests, she didn't linger either and found a place to sit down, feeling rather bored.

  At this time, there were already some guests scattered in the banquet hall, none of whom were familiar to Situ Xue. However, the silence didn't last long, and soon a young man sat down beside her, making small talk. This scenario was all too familiar for Situ Xue, and she knew exactly how to effortlessly brush off these kinds of people. But since she had nothing better to do, and the young man who had approached her wasn't bad-looking, with a stylish demeanor that didn't have any of the oily, annoying qualities she disliked, Situ Xue decided to humor him and chat for a bit. It turned out he was Wu Jiang's distant cousin, an ABC who had grown up abroad from a young age. The two of them hit it off on this topic, and the "cousin"'s interest in her became increasingly ardent and obvious. Not until San Pi and Mei Mei, those old classmates, arrived did Situ Xue manage to extricate herself.

  Lin Jing arrived late, after the formal welcome ceremony had ended and the newlyweds had entered the banquet hall. As soon as he arrived, he was pulled to a table by several middle-aged men who seemed to have some status, and they chatted enthusiastically. Sutu Jin watched from the side, secretly laughing in her heart that Lin Jing's personality and emotional intelligence were indeed well-suited for this domestic scene. When their eyes met, Lin Jing quickly smiled and beckoned her over with a gesture. Sutu Jin disliked those social niceties on such occasions, but since Lin Jing was now the person she could talk to most easily among the guests, and she was also curious about his gossip, she excused herself from San Pi and others, and sat down beside Lin Jing with a smile.

  "She also said she had good stuff to explode for me, who knew it was so late, are you doing it on purpose?" She said irritably to Lin Jing.

  Lin Jing pulled out a chair for her and waited for her to sit down before smiling and saying, "There's something going on in the hospital that delayed me. Your curiosity can't be satisfied yet, I'll tell you later."

  Situ Xuan's seating arrangement clearly lifted the spirits of the men at the same table, and when they saw her chatting and laughing with Lin Jing, someone said with a sly and ambiguous expression: "Prosecutor Lin is always so lucky with women."

  Lin Jing heard this and hurriedly smiled: "Thanks, Director, you're teasing me now. This is my good friend. When it comes to 'great luck', I'm afraid the luck won't be mine."

  It's not the first time someone has made fun of Si Tu and Lin Jing, after all, they do look like a good match. In the past, Lin Jing would just laugh it off, but today she was eager to clear things up. Si Tu secretly pointed at her under the table and whispered: "Oh, so quickly starting to clean up and recreate a pure new image? I really can't wait to see what kind of saint she is."

  Lin Jing had no choice but to smile and lean over, whispering a few words. Si Tu Xuan's face suddenly showed surprise as he looked in the direction of the newcomer. After a while, he turned his head back to Lin Jing and said: "Is that the little bridesmaid who was crying so hard?"

  Lin Jing coughed softly and nodded almost imperceptibly.

  Situ Xuan rarely saw him in this state and was immediately delighted.

  "Don't laugh, just say what you want to say." Lin Jing laughed and surrendered.

  "You've become less discerning in your taste." Ci Tu Jue's words were indeed sincere. Lin Jing's female "friends" weren't unfamiliar to her, including Lindsay, all of whom were elegant, beautiful, and youthful women. She was still curious about what kind of wonderful person could "end" Lin Jing, but it turned out to be a young girl who looked like a little maiden, delicate and lovely, but not an extraordinary beauty. Just looking at her crying with a mixture of snot and tears under the calm expression of the bride was already quite amusing.

  Lin Jing watched the scene on stage, apparently also holding back his laughter, and said, "Maybe my taste was always like this, now I'm just reverting to my true self."

  "Did I send you the perfume? If she's pleased with it, you should thank me." said Situ Xin.

  Lin Jing could only smile wryly, "I haven't found an opportunity yet."

  "Really that troublesome?"

  "After all, it's been several years since I last formally met her."

  "Don't tell me you still haven't spoken up in front of others!"

  "Uh...I guess so."

  Xī Tuò Jìn burst out laughing, then put on a face of admiration, "I originally thought it was a done deal from your tone, having met Mrs. Wu and soon to drink the wedding wine of Lin's couple, but it turns out you're still in the theoretical stage of being single, too hurtful to my curiosity. Honestly, do you have any confidence in your heart?"

  "It's about 50%."

  Sze-to was almost spitting out the water he was drinking when he read this answer, which is a typical Lin Jing-style response. He's clearly adding his own 0.5% certainty to something that only heaven knows about, and it's already a toss-up. No matter what the other person's attitude is, since he's made up his mind, that extra bit of confidence is what gives him the edge.

  "Situ, you're also a woman. Do you think women will gradually forget the disappointment brought by a man due to time?" The conversation turned back, even Lin Jing thought that it was only slightly more than 50% certain, after all, it's hard to predict good or bad luck. If Situ Yue paid a little attention at this time, he would notice that there was also some hidden unease in his expression.

  Kesuto Tsubomi, however, was clearly distracted.

  "Sutou?"

  "Hmm?" She came back to her senses and replied to Lin Jing: "Unless time also slowly makes her forget her hopes for this man."

  Lin Jing then saw Yao Qiyun enter the banquet hall late under the guidance of a waiter.

  The simple wedding ceremony of the bride and groom on stage has ended, and most of the guests have arrived, so there are not many empty seats left in the hall. Coincidentally, there is still one empty seat at the table where Lin Jing and Sutu are sitting.

  The waiter said to Yao Qiyun, "Sir, why don't you just sit here?"

  Situ Xuan didn't lift his head and continued to turn the glass in front of him.

  After a while, she heard his voice say: "I'd better change places and squeeze in with friends."

  Situ Xinyin sneered in his heart, what friends did he have, at most it was just Sanpi and the others. As expected, Yao Qiyun looked around and ignored the only empty seat in the room, walking to the table of his former classmates, Sanpi and Xiaogen hurriedly stood up to greet him and asked the waiter to add a chair.

  At this time, one person who was originally sitting at that table stood up and said a few words to Yao Qiyun. He kindly gave up his seat to the latecomer and moved himself with an empty wine glass to Si Tu Jue's side. It turned out to be "ABC younger male cousin".

  "Would you mind if I sat here?" ABC's younger brother politely asked the beauty.

  Situ Xuan was speechless and could only smile and nod his head.

  "You're welcome."

  It seems that giving up his seat so that others can gather at the same table is a good reason for ABC's younger brother to be in a great mood, and after sitting down, he was naturally talkative and enthusiastic. Listening to him speak, he is also a knowledgeable and interesting young man with a rich life experience, and having grown up in the United States since childhood, he has a lot of common language with Cui Yuan who is already used to living there (updated fastest). At first, Cui Yuan was politely responding to him, but later she couldn't help being amused by his humor and laughed.

  Just as they were getting into the conversation, a vibration came from Situ Xuan's handbag. She lowered her head to check her phone and found that it was a text message from Yao Qiyun, who was sitting several tables away.

  "It seems you welcome anyone who comes."

  Situ Xuan didn't get angry either, and calmly closed his phone, continuing the conversation with ABC's younger brother from just now.

  Less than a minute later, another message arrived.

  "This time he said: 'Can't you hold on for a week?'"

  Situ Xuan glanced in that direction without leaving any traces, he sat upright, slightly tilting his face, as if fully focused on listening to San Pi's endless chatter beside him.

  A qualified hypocrite. Sutu Xuan withdrew his gaze and quickly replied with three words.

  "Are you jealous?"

  Then the smile at the corner of her mouth deepened, and her eyes became more engaged as she looked at ABC's younger brother. The two chatted more and more happily. ABC's younger brother was overjoyed, and he wished he could melt into a river of spring water flowing east under Su Tu's smiling gaze. Until an annoying text message broke their harmony once again.

  "Sorry." Situ Xuan shrugged.

  My younger cousin expressed himself quite gentlemanly and didn't mind at all.

  Yao Qiyun said: "I just sympathize with that gentleman, the sweet and sour pork ribs sprinkled with sesame seeds were leftovers from last night, I hope he won't lose his appetite."

  His vicious innuendo was only understood by Situ Xuan. Situ Xuan had been a beautiful girl since she was young, with no flaws in her appearance or figure, except that she inherited a slightly darker skin tone from her father Situ Ji'an, and there were a few faint freckles on one side of her nose. Since her teenage years, Situ Xuan has always disliked it when people called her "black beauty" or "dark-skinned beauty", believing in the popular aesthetic that "one white covers a thousand uglinesses". She tried various expensive whitening products, but to no avail, and considered it one of her greatest regrets. In the past, when she was with Yao Qiyun, the two had never stopped bickering, and Situ Xuan usually had the upper hand. Whenever Yao Qiyun got angry, he would use this "killer move", which always made her furious.

  Unfortunately, Yao Qiyun didn't know that Situ Xuan had been abroad for so many years, facing the naturally fair-skinned Westerners every day, and had long accepted the fact that his skin color could not be changed. Moreover, Western society did not place such a high value on white skin, instead advocating for natural and healthy skin tones. Situ Xuan's skin was fine and firm, with delicate features, a good figure, and he had never lacked admirers. Where did this skin color complex come from? As for his other sarcastic remarks, they were old news to her, without any impact, and she could simply laugh them off and forget about them.

  Yao Qiyun listened to San Pi's complaints, but his mind was elsewhere. He saw Situ Yue and the man getting closer, as if they couldn't even bear to be a few centimeters apart when talking. After a while, Situ Yue got up and walked towards the restroom, and less than a minute later, the man followed suit.

  Under the bright sky, a man and a woman were openly flirting with each other, which made Yao Qiyun feel extremely disgusted and resentful, wishing that a heavenly sign would fall from the sky and crush this shameless couple to death. San Pi was also chatting away when he suddenly felt something was off, Yao Qiyun listened silently but his face turned iron-green, making San Pi wonder if he had accidentally said something wrong, greatly offending Yao Qiyun. So he quickly asked, "Qiyun, are you okay?"

  Yao Qiyun gathered her thoughts and smiled slightly, "Nothing, I just saw something disgusting. What were you saying earlier? I didn't quite catch it."

  He ate while fully engaging in the conversation with Sanpi and Xiaogen. What was she doing? How did she relate to him? Was she good or bad, he just needed to observe coldly, sympathizing with those poor souls who were infatuated with her. He didn't even want to imagine her emotional expression, nor did he recall her biting her lip in half pain and half pleasure. He didn't care about their secret trysts in deserted corners, would that elegant man kiss her mouth? Would his hands roam over her cheeks, neck, chest, and those legs that were her downfall... Only the most pitiful men would concern themselves with these things, he certainly wouldn't, but his mind couldn't accommodate anything else.

  He is more pitiful than the most wretched of men.

  Yao Qiyun stood up, startling Xiao Gen who was halfway through speaking. Everyone at the table was staring at him, but fortunately, his years of self-control and composure allowed him to drop a sentence, "Excuse me, I'm not feeling well, I'll step out for a bit."

  He was more than just uncomfortable, he was poisoned and hallucinating.

  Yao Qiyun walked quickly in the direction of the restroom, passing through a narrow corridor with walls on both sides that was too small for anyone to hide. He slowly entered the men's restroom, which was quite deserted at this time during the wedding banquet. Within his line of sight, apart from a man whistling while urinating, there was nothing out of the ordinary. He pushed open each door that was slightly ajar, one by one... none... none... none

  He stood at the edge of the public sink, washing his hands over and over again until they were cleaner than before surgery. He splashed a handful of cold water on his face, and the sudden collision of hot and cold made him shiver. The women's restroom on the other side was too quiet, she took that man in there, it was shameless to the extreme.

  Yao Qiyun had spent half his life doing what he should do, because he knew it was right. But now there was something in front of him that not only was wrong but also crazy and off the charts, yet he wanted to do it.

  He held his breath and stepped into this place that he had never crossed in half his life, as if he would let out a sigh of relief, his heart would fall apart.

  His throat jumped out of his eyes. The women's bathroom was empty, with only the last one closed tightly, he walked over lightly, pushed hard, and then closed his eyes.

  "Bang" was the sound of the door being pushed hard against the wall, but inside it was empty, and Yao Qiyun didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief that he wouldn't have to face a terrified woman or be perplexed - how could two living people evaporate in such a small space.

  Just then, his shoulder was tapped lightly by someone, he jumped in fright and stiffened, turning his head back in terror to see the face that made him hate it to the bone.

  Situ Xuan stood behind him with a faint smile and asked in an extremely friendly tone: "Director Yao, what are you looking for?"

  Yao Qiyun's face turned red, "I took a wrong turn."

  "Has every single room gone wrong?" Si Tu Jue's expression was one of exaggerated astonishment.

  Yao Qiyun knew that the more he spoke, the more embarrassing the situation would become. He had just made a mistake earlier and was already in trouble. Si Tu Xuan had dug a hole for him to jump into, and he knew it was her specialty, but he couldn't help falling into the trap anyway.

  He turned around and walked away, but Situ Xuan quickly grabbed his arm. Yao Qiyun was taken aback as she hadn't touched his hand in a long time.

  But the next second, the nightmare began to unfold. Si Tu Xuan's smile disappeared from his face, replaced by a look of utter terror. He opened his mouth and let out a loud cry, "Someone...come quickly..."

  Yao Qiyun had an ominous premonition as she changed her face, and she wanted to withdraw her hand, but Situ Xuan would not let go, pulling it back with all his might, "Change..."

  Before she could utter the word "attitude" in her high-pitched tone, Yao Qiyun turned around and covered her mouth tightly, awkwardly shouting: "Shut up!"

  Situ Xuan's eyebrows furrowed, and she nodded slowly. Yao Qiyun was afraid of hurting her, so he quickly let go, but to his surprise, she raised an eyebrow, looking like she was about to cry out again.

  She was determined to see him thoroughly embarrassed.

  A banquet for over a hundred people, this was a place where someone would always be visiting. Yao Qiyun was willing to stake his life on the fact that others who saw this scene would think of how lewd and shameless it was. When had Situ Xuan ever been willing to take a step back and yield in front of him? He couldn't care about so much, he covered her mouth again, and pulled her into the nearest private room, slamming the door shut with force.

  Warning: The following content is extremely violent and evil, not suitable for minors under 18 years old. Those who value purity, heart patients, people with high moral standards, please leave immediately!!!

  A Pure Demarcation Line

  "Are you trying to kill me?" Yao Qiyun slammed Situ Juan onto the toilet seat with great force. After this intense and terrifying ordeal, even he was panting heavily. But in Situ Juan's eyes, which were only half-exposed under his palm, a hint of pleasure and complacency flowed out. She seemed to be saying, "What can you do?"

  He really didn't dare to do anything. Yao Qiyun's anger was in a state of gradual defeat, and he even thought extremely selflessly that it would be better to just let her have her way, to satisfy her wishes, to let her humiliate him, and at worst, he would only end up with a reputation for being despised by others, as long as she felt relieved, as long as she was happy.

  His hand softened and relaxed with his heart, but he didn't withdraw immediately. He could feel Si Tu Jue's hot breath spraying on his palm, as well as her lips, which carried a soft and wet sensation. She opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to speak, yet it seemed like she was kissing the center of his hand.

  Yao Qiyun hastily withdrew her hand, thank goodness she didn't scream again.

  Situ Xuan's carefully styled hair was disheveled, her lipstick was smudged, yet she still looked utterly nonchalant, lounging on the toilet as if it were a cozy street corner café.

  Yao Qiyun gently spread out his hands, and indeed there were faint lip gloss marks on them, a seductive red. He was wearing an impeccable dark gray Ali jacket, a crisp white shirt, and sleeves that were perfectly straight. Perhaps because he had been poor since childhood, Yao Qiyun's attention to detail in life had reached a severe level as an adult. He liked rules, order, and a well-organized life; he liked perfection and grandeur. And living under someone else's roof for a long time had also taught him to be sensitive, meticulous, and cautious. He would put everything back in its original place at home, sort his trash, never eat food that was past its expiration date, and although he had held a driver's license for ten years, he had never violated traffic rules. He deeply hid himself; when he wanted something, he would deliberately refuse it; when discussing things, he would be afraid of not getting the answer he thought of, so he would make his own judgment; too afraid of making mistakes, he sought stability in all matters, and if he wasn't sure, he would rather give up.

  "Are you here to catch an adulterer?" Situ Jin decided to change his tactics.

  Yao Qiyun was silent, indeed he was, but what right did he have?

  "It ended so soon, it seems your new lover isn't that great either." After stabilizing his breathing for a while, he chose to retort, this was the way he was used to interacting.

  Situ Xuan sat up straight and smiled, "Which eye of yours saw me and a certain someone wanting to be mandarin ducks in the dew?"

  This remark hit Yao Qiyun's weak spot, his face also showed a hint of embarrassment, and he still muttered resentfully, "What good can you do by hiding here?"

  "Do you really want to know?"

  Situ Xuan leaned back again, lazily lifting one leg, half-hanging it in front of Yao Qiyun who was standing, waiting for his inspection.

  Yao Qiyun didn't know what she was up to again, only knowing that today she wore a skirt that reached her knees, and with her legs crossed under the table, it suddenly became a dazzling sight.

  She has a pair of beautiful flawless legs, straight and slender, smooth and proportionate, with lovely lines around her ankles and the back of her feet.

  "See that?" Situ Xin swung his leg in front of Yao Qiyun's stunned face and asked helplessly.

  "What?" Yao Qiyun only saw the bright red toenails on her feet that were suffocating.

  "What's your eyes for?" She rotated her ankle again, and this time he noticed a conspicuous blood blister on the back of her heel, obviously caused by high heels.

  She stretched her foot closer to him a few more inches, "I'm having an affair with this pair of high heels that I temporarily bought for emergency use, do you want to execute it on the spot?"

  Yao Qiyun took a step back, quietly putting his hands into his pockets, and turned away with averted eyes, muttering in a low voice, "You're really a demon."

  Si Tu Xuan withdrew his slightly tired legs, staring at Yao Qi Yun who was feeling uneasy, and smiled slyly. "You're a gentleman, only gentlemen would think of that when they see my legs. Yao Qi Yun, do you dare to take your hands out of your pockets? Don't think I don't know about your character, I may be shameless but at least I'm open and honest, far better than you who dares not act on what you're thinking."

  Yao Qiyun's ears turned bright red, her body twisted at an angle, almost turning her back on her. Her whole body was shaking with rage. "Situ Xuan, you're despicable! Don't be too arrogant!"

  Situ Xuan immediately stood up.

  "This time I came back without inviting you or offending you, who forced me to come here, who is being too arrogant?" She said as she stepped closer and closer, pushing Yao Qiyun's back against the bathroom door. The two could hear each other's breathing, and he closed his eyes in defeat.

  Situ Yue raised her head, slowed down her speech, and spoke in a seductive tone, "And there's an even more critical question. Between you and me, who is more despicable? What are you thinking about in your heart that you don't even dare to look at me?"

  As if to deny her judgment, Yao Qiyun suddenly opened her eyes and was shocked to find his lips inches from hers.

  "How dare you swear that your mind is not full of even more obscene and filthy thoughts right now? You pretend to be so dignified, but aren't you hiding because you're actually starving to death and want to go crazy?"

  Yao Qiyun's Adam's apple was sliding rapidly, her chest heaving violently, she tiptoed up, every word she said, her lips lightly brushed against his chin, a loud noise in her head, she didn't even care what she was saying, only feeling dry mouth and tongue.

  Situ Xuan still wouldn't let him off, half-closing his eyes to provoke: "Yao Qiyun, you can't take the teasing, are you still thinking about my goodness? Didn't Tan Shaicheng give you that kind of pleasure? You're suffering, but what does it have to do with me?"

  Yao Qiyun's heart skipped a beat, and he finally stopped dodging. He pulled both hands out of his pants pockets and pressed them against her occipital bone, looking straight at her with an honest expression of his desire, for the first time not being on guard against each other.

  "Ah Wei, what exactly do you want me to do?"

  No one called her that, except for Yao Qiyun. Her father and mother didn't call her "daughter", but when they were angry, they would directly call her "Situ Xue". Friends were used to calling her full name, but he didn't dare to do so, because at home, there was more than one person with the surname "Situ", so he had to avoid Situ Jiu'an's taboo name, therefore he called her "A Xue". Situ Xue hated this mushy way of being called the most, every time she heard it, she felt like it was as if she was still in her "extreme" young girl state. And he knew it clearly but still intentionally made her uncomfortable to the point where it became a habit.

  She had not expected such a simple and extreme appellation, it didn't seem like he was calling her, but rather summoning her past life. She was stunned for a moment, before he couldn't bear her protest anymore.

  Yao Qiyun's lips stuck to Situ Xuan, in a way that was about to swallow the other person whole, and without feeling any resistance, he became even more unstoppable.

  He was like a long-drought person who couldn't bear it anymore and blew up the dam, and in an instant, he saw the flood.

  They entwined in a narrow space. Yao Qiyun sat back where she had been before, while Situ Xuan straddled her body, originally coming to "catch the adulterer", but instead doing lewd things with her here, few are gentlemen, and many are shameless, just for pleasure.

  At the last minute, Yao Qiyun slammed on the brakes, he slightly pushed Si Tu Jue aside, panting and saying, "Let's change places, go to my place... no, I know a hotel, very close by... okay, just go upstairs, there are guest rooms upstairs, it'll be fine soon..."

  Situ Xuan pinched her lips, neither nodding nor refusing to say "no". At this time, a commotion came from outside the room, and someone finally broke into this temporary secret space.

  "Ah, no." Her moral sense seemed to have revived strangely at this moment, and she let out a low cry, pressing on his shoulder as if she was about to get up. Yao Qiyun's original rationality was nothing more than a lingering spark, and she really wanted to leave, but how could he let her go? So he gritted his teeth and, without saying a word, pressed her back down heavily. Sutu Xuan suddenly gasped for breath. He himself was not much better off at this moment, restraining himself so that he wouldn't sigh with satisfaction. At the beginning, he didn't even dare to move, just like when he was poor as a child, and she had casually tossed him a piece of chocolate. He took a bite, but couldn't bear to let it melt in his mouth, fearing that the wonderful taste would never come back.

  "Situ Xuan whispered in his ear, 'What to do, can't even walk away now.' She smiled softly, restlessly twisting her body, every move almost taking his life. Qi Yun thought of the first night they reunited at the hotel, her naked humiliation, anger in his heart, eager to prove something, wanting her to take back her reckless words, so each movement was vicious, Situ Xuan couldn't help but exclaim, and those footsteps were just on the other side of the thin wall, Yao Qi Yun was extremely nervous, could only cover her mouth again."

  It seemed that the commotion had startled people outside, and after the sound of water stopped, it sounded like footsteps had stopped in front of the door where they were hiding. Situ Xuan's clothes were all piled up at his waist, his long hair was scattered, and one leg was raised on his shoulder, with a pair of high heels hooked on top. Under his hands, she couldn't make too much noise, only occasional moans, struggling, her hands using force to prop against the partition on both sides. Originally extremely excited, Yao Qiyun reached his peak under the double stimulation of psychology and physiology, and at that moment when he let go, he brushed away a strand of long hair that had been swept into her mouth, accompanied by the gradually fading sound outside the door, hugged her tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "A Xuan, can we stop fighting? You come back, we start again."

  Xīng Tù Xīn leaned softly against his chest and replied after a while: "Can you forget those things?"

  "At least I don't care."

  Situ Xuan slowly raised her head, looking at the man whose passion had not yet completely faded from his face. If she had ever had a shred of hesitation in this embrace, it had also gradually cooled into even more stubborn ice under that realization.

  He spent seven whole years deciding not to let her go, not because he finally regained his trust in her, but because he succumbed to nostalgia and longing, so he persuaded himself not to care.

  If you forget the process and only remember the result, love humbly, no matter what, it's still a lifelong companion. This was once the only consistent dream of Yao Qiyun and Situ Xuan, but Situ Xuan's world couldn't accommodate such compromise. He may not know that what she wants is not complicated, just a firm hand when words are powerless.

  She wanted him to say: I believe you, I understand.

  Not: I want you, I don't care.

  She supported herself with her hand on the partition and stood up. She tidied herself, re-tucking every piece of clothing into place, smoothed out her hair, pulled out a compact mirror, and silently reapplied her makeup with her back to him.

  Yao Qiyun was still reeling from the sudden change, and leaned in to wrap his arms around her waist, murmuring "Why aren't you saying anything?"

  Xīng stopped his hand that had just finished drawing lip gloss and turned back to smile, "Do you know why I wanted to be with you today?"

  He thought for a moment and then shook his head.

  Situ Xuan raised a corner of his mouth as he remembered it being beautiful.

  "Yao Qiyun, I've never gotten anything from you. I just wanted to see if you'd change after seven years, but it turns out nothing has changed."

  Yao Qiyun's face instantly turned pale, and his hands slowly loosened.

  The more he is in front of her, the more proud he becomes, and the more proud he becomes, the easier it is for him to become humble.

  What would Yao Qiyun be like when she was driven to the extreme? Would she slap her in anger like Situ Jiu'an and hate her even more from then on until death? Yao Qiyun used all her strength, but what came out of her mouth was only that one sentence, which shocked and surprised herself.

  He said, "A Wei, actually I... have always loved you."

  The sweetest past, Yao Qiyun had never said such a sentence before. At that time, Situ Xuan always loved to entangle him and ask repeatedly, "Qiyun, do you love me? How much do you love me?"

  His response was always a dull and awkward "uh-huh."

  She won't give up and is annoying people to no end.

  "Say you love me and then you're mine forever."

  He said with emphasis, "I am myself."

  Situ Xin was furious, holding back a mouthful of air, "Then I am also mine, don't regret it."

  He really regretted it. She hated him and wanted to escape the suffocating past, while he only thought of finding his Awei back in memory.

  Situ Xuan looked down at Yao Qiyun, who had finally stopped lying.

  "I actually knew," she said.

  Yes, Yao Qiyun actually loved Si Tu Jue, and maybe he only loved her. But what's the difference?

  In Shi Tu's script, Shen Lang says to Zhu QiQi, "My heart is not made of iron", Shen Lang loved Zhu QiQi the most in his life.

  Zhu QiQi suddenly found that her heart, which was once soft and gentle, had become as cold as iron in disappointment.

  If only she could travel through time and space to the past, to tell Si Tu Xuan, who had abandoned her when she was most helpless, "See? See? How relieving!" Every time she thought of how he had held another woman's hand and left her behind, every time she cried herself hoarse in a foreign land at night, she could only comfort herself with such fantasies. She imagined that one day, this man would stand before her, tears streaming down his face, filled with regret.

  It was with such imagination that she could get through one night after another.

  But now everything is no longer just an imagination. Yao Qiyun, you also have today.