Chu Qianli stiffened all over.
Despite their intimate relationship, why was it that now, as they slept together, they didn't even know what to say to each other?
The man behind her suddenly tightened his long arm, turning her around, preventing her from escaping his gaze.
"You've recovered your memories, yet you still have nothing to say to this King?"
Chu Qianli's lips parted slightly.
She hadn't told him about recovering her memories, but he knew.
He could tell just by looking at her.
This man, he still understood her to some extent.
"What should I say?" Chu Qianli wasn't trying to evade him; it was just that, at this moment, speaking felt superfluous.
She had thought that after experiencing so much, they would be able to be completely honest with each other.
But unexpectedly, the appearance of Hua Rong had completely changed everything!
"Li'er..."
"I don't want to pry into your secrets, nor do I want to make things difficult for you, but I can't help but be concerned."
Others said she was heartless, but in reality, how could that be?
"I have met her, had contact with her, and even had conflicts. What if, one day, she has no choice but to kill me?"
These words caused Feng Yexuan's eyes to darken.
"Then can you, not let yourself reach that point?"
"What if she wants to harm my friends?" She could concede anything else, but not this!
"If it's not necessary, she won't..."
"Do you truly understand your mother?" Chu Qianli didn't want to argue with him, nor did she want to speak ill of her future mother-in-law in front of her future husband.
Although, she was no longer sure if they could still have a smooth wedding.
Given her current appearance, having a smooth wedding would not be easy.
Feng Yexuan remained silent.
After being separated for over a decade, even mother and son might not fully understand each other.
Her concerns were valid.
He no longer understood his own mother.
Moreover, when his mother "died" of illness, he was just a child.
What could he possibly understand about a mother who had left him for over ten years?
"Yexuan," Chu Qianli softly called his name.
Feng Yexuan's large hand, which held her small one, suddenly tightened.
How long had it been since she had called him so tenderly?
This call, after she had recovered her memories, felt particularly precious.
Feng Yexuan's heart was being torn apart, but even now, he didn't know what force was tearing him apart.
Why couldn't they just be together simply?
"We..."
"Don't say things you can't do. You are the Xuan King who keeps his word," Chu Qianli said calmly.
Feng Yexuan closed his eyes tightly, and in the end, said nothing, only holding her tightly in his embrace.
"Fulong will soon arrive at the imperial city, and Wuchenzi is also on his way. Once your face is restored, Fulong will arrange for you to join Long Teng's team."
"You will soon be able to resume your true identity."
Chu Qianli simply listened to him speak, without interrupting.
Her heart was filled with a myriad of emotions.
Even if he still had many secrets, even if he still had many things to do that he kept from her.
One thing remained unchanged: he was always planning for her.
Even when he didn't know if she was still alive, or if he would ever see her again, he was still paving the way for her.
He was just waiting to find her so that she could reap the rewards.
This man, in his heart, always had a place for her.
Chu Qianli closed her eyes, feeling the heat and pressure of the man turning and pressing down on her.
Her hands, which had nowhere to rest, finally reached up to his neck.
"We are not without a way, Yexuan."
Her heart trembled slightly.
This was her boldest invitation yet: "As long as you are willing to be honest with me, I can face any difficulty with you."