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Leng Shaoyu slowly turned around, and saw that the woman on the bed was still half-lying on the soft golden silk blanket. Her body was still in its original position, and the small and weak act of curling up caused people's hearts to become unsettled.

Leng Shaoyu walked towards her with light steps. She remained motionless and her long hair scattered about. Unknowingly, she had placed her hand on her back, and just as it was about to land, she opened her mouth.

"Her voice was soft, but there was also an unbearable sob in it, and it was filled with infinite bitterness," she said. "Why can't you love me …"

Leng Shaoyu's hand stopped at her enchanting back, his deep eyes narrowed extremely tight, as though his heart was struck by a heavy boulder.

She quickly turned her head, her face red from the smoke. Her face was as pale as a peach blossom, and her messy hair fell over her shoulders. She looked at him with her empty and hazy eyes.

"For her sake, I can bear to see you take revenge on me and the Luo Family. But you … Why? You know I'd be in pain, but you did it anyway. You took me in as your concubine and humiliated me without mercy. I just want to know, in your heart, what am I? Enemy? Debt? Substitute? Or a doll for your amusement. "

She emphasized every word she said. These words had been suppressed in her heart for far, far too long. She was strong and arrogant, but that didn't mean she couldn't be sad or miserable.

Her words were a bit blurry from the numbness of the alcohol. She looked at him with quivering eyes and softly whispered.

"Leng Shaoyu, have you loved me? Did you love Luo Shang? " Her restless eyes were watery.

He had never seen her so weak and eager to protect and love him. But facing her emotional question, Leng Shaoyu was unable to answer and chose to stay silent.

Leng Yuxin was right. He had already fallen in love with Luo Shang, but she didn't dare to admit it. Bai Yue'e's death was undoubtedly not a guilt that had been bothering him for many years, and was not something that he could easily forget. If she had hurried over there earlier, Bai Yue'e would not have died either. Guilt, could make a man who loved iron heart, no matter how strong he was, would not easily walk out of the maze, let alone a strong person like Leng Shaoyu.

Although he would not admit to loving Luo Shang, he would still lock her by his side for the rest of his life.

Seeing him not saying a word, Luo Shang just laughed, the smile was very beautiful, it was filled with misery, self-deprecation, and helplessness. Two streams of tears ran down her delicate lips, laced with a taste of bitterness and bitterness.

Her fair and lily-white hands were paralyzed by alcohol, but she still clutched at the blanket tightly. Her eyes wandered like a lonely deer, her voice trembling as she lowered her head with a smile on her face.

"I knew it. Leng Shaoyu would never love me." Because he had given his heart to Bai Yue'e, given his feelings and emotions to Situ Jingyu, yet he had actually left all of the painful torture to Luo Shang.

Leng Shaoyu's gaze softened. He really didn't know how to treat a Luo Shang like this, so with slightly rough hands, he slowly lifted her face and wiped away the tears that were hanging on her cheeks.

A person only has one heart. Once the heart beats for someone, one can no longer find a reason to stop.

The temperature of his hand was very warm, just like the days when they had escaped from the cliff and traveled together.

This kind of warmth made Luo Shang fall in love with it, but at the same time, she was afraid of it. She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to break free, but at the same time, she was afraid that she would be faced with the cold again in the blink of an eye.

She took his hand away, half lifted her eyes and put away the smile on her face. Facing his complicated expression, which was filled with a long and profound meaning, she thought for a while before speaking.

"Leng Shaoyu, I think... Leave you … "You love Bai Yue'e, so even marrying Situ Jingyu has nothing to do with me. Please, let me go …" She gripped his white cuffs with both hands. His expression was sad, far from the drunken gibberish he spoke the truth.

Go?

She wants to leave? Want to leave him?

Leng Shaoyu's expression changed bit by bit, the coldness of the demon's complexion was accompanied by a bit of chilliness. It was far worse to hear her say that he was leaving him than to see her with other men.

He could tolerate her pride, or he could ignore her childish mistakes, and as long as she was as docile as she had been not long ago, he could even forget everything that had happened and treat her with all his heart.

But he would never let her go. Never.

The man's dark eyes were serene as he lifted her lower forehead with his half-soft and half-cold fingertip. His dark eyes were inky black as if they were dyed in ink. His impeccable face was cold and half-soft as he looked at her with his cold, starry eyes. Leave me, is that what you think? "

"With a soft laugh, he spoke forcefully." It didn't matter if it was the truth or not, they all felt the same way. I won't love you, but I won't let you go. "

Luo Shang raised his head and giggled at him. She was drunk, that was why the man in front of her was so blurry, his face cold. Why did he cry even when he was drunk? She slowly loosened her grip on his wrist and carefully withdrew it. As she looked at him with bitter eyes, her body gradually moved backwards. She curled up against the end of the bed and lowered her head to her knees.

He didn't want to hurt her. When he tortured her, how could he not feel sorry for her? However, she was too insensible and could not learn to be meek.

That day, when he found out that she had gone to his bedchamber, his anger towards her for so many days instantly turned into love. As long as she was willing to give in, even if there was only one chance, he would not pursue everything further. However, when it came to concubines, she was unperturbed. She was cold to the point that nothing seemed to have happened. Did she really love him?

'A wife doesn't care about her husband's concubines, doesn't cry or make a ruckus. Does she really have any intentions? ' Or was there only one simple level of her love?

Leng Shaoyu looked at the woman on the bed. Her long eyelashes slowly closed, and she looked very tired.

He smiled silently, got up and picked her up, put her down comfortably, and tucked her in. The large palm paused for a moment before gently wiping away the two tears on her sleeping face …