Feng Ye Xuan’s body stiffened.
Chu Qian Li’s accusations continued, “You like Xiao Yao, I can feel it, Ye Xuan, you don’t need to lie to me!”
What was a man’s heart made of?
Could feelings truly change so quickly?
Chu Qian Li herself might not understand. She had returned as Chu Qian Li, yet his heart had truly changed.
“After I returned, you kept avoiding me. It’s like you don’t like me at all anymore?”
“I know I was too cruel to her just now, but who can be merciful to their love rival?”
“Perhaps I am just an ordinary woman who likes you. I have blood and flesh, I cannot be so noble and transcendent! I truly just care about you too much, and I’m afraid of you being snatched away!”
Chu Qian Li turned around, her shoulders trembling slightly, clearly crying.
The dead woman had never cried so vulnerably in front of him.
As for her accusations, Feng Ye Xuan couldn’t refute them immediately.
What were his feelings for Xiao Yao? Perhaps even he didn’t know.
But it was a fact that Xiao Yao lived in his Wuzhou Garden, breaking his habit of never getting close to women.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking, Ye Xuan. After returning this time, I find I don’t understand you at all.”
Chu Qian Li was still crying, her hoarse voice truly heartbreaking.
She was the woman he had sworn to protect for a lifetime.
But now, because of another girl, he was making her sad and upset.
Feng Ye Xuan never knew he could be so despicable!
“Li’er…” He felt an indescribable guilt in his heart.
But he also couldn’t bring himself to say that he had no feelings for Xiao Yao.
Why was this happening? Why had he become so terrifying? Why couldn’t he be devoted in matters of the heart?
No, he was actually very devoted.
But his devotion was to the Li’er of the past…
Feng Ye Xuan felt his mind becoming muddled.
He began to doubt his own character. m..oΓg
The God of War, Prince Xuan, was not truly omnipotent. Why did he become so indecisive when it came to matters of the heart?
“I know what you want to say. You want to say you have no feelings for that girl, right?”
Hearing this, Feng Ye Xuan’s eyes became even more complex.
He… no, he never liked to lie.
He had feelings for Xiao Yao, a feeling that was somewhere between reality and illusion.
But he understood clearly that when he looked at Xiao Yao, he thought of Li’er.
The Li’er of the past.
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t need your apology, Ye Xuan. What I need is your sincerity.”
Chu Qian Li wiped away her tears, crying even more sorrowfully.
“We went through so many life-and-death trials together, enduring hardships, to reach this point? I gave you my whole heart, but I never expected you to change your mind upon my return.”
“I didn’t…”
“You did!” Chu Qian Li sniffled, looking back at him with tear-filled eyes. “If you haven’t changed your mind, then send that girl named Xiao Yao out of Prince Xuan’s mansion.”
“I don’t need you to hurt her, I just need you to send her away, can you?”
“I am a woman, and I have jealousy. I cannot stand to see a woman who occupies my future husband’s thoughts constantly appearing before him.”
She lowered her head, unable to meet his gaze for too long.
She reached out and tugged at his sleeve, shaking it gently.
“Ye Xuan, I know you’re feeling distressed right now, and I know you can’t bear to.”
Feng Ye Xuan remained silent, not refuting her at all!
The hatred in Chu Qian Li’s eyes grew more intense.
But she couldn’t voice it.
She could only humbly, softly say, “But for our future, please let her go, okay?”