◎Have you ever thought about marriage?◎

Save him.

Luo Wanqing closed her eyes, for the first time so clearly aware of his cry for help.

Though he made no sound, didn’t speak, didn’t weep or wail in despair, she felt a deafening scream.

This scream stretched from that rainy night in the bamboo grove six years ago, belatedly, continuing until now.

And only today did she truly hear it.

Yet she had never known, never thought.

Regarding Xie Heng, she had never perceived or cared in the past. Even when she knew what she was doing was pushing him toward death, as long as she had his permission, she wouldn’t think deeply.

Deep in her heart, from the very beginning—from the night he saved her during the Crown Prince’s assassination—she had already accepted that death was his destination.

When she hated oppression and injustice, she used her bit of foresight to treat Xie Heng and herself as sacrificial offerings, wanting to exchange them for the justice and clarity she desired.

So she pushed him toward death, watched him go to his death. Even knowing it was wrong, deep down, she still felt this was the path he should walk.

As long as she had his approval, she felt justified pushing him toward death, even thinking she was fulfilling his purpose.

She wasn’t without thoughts of the possibility that he was Cui Heng, but she didn’t dare think it.

When she forced herself to consider it, each time there was proof “he wasn’t,” she immediately accepted it with relief.

Because she knew that if it was this person, the current her couldn’t do much.

Moreover, if Cui Heng couldn’t accomplish something, could she?

Just thinking about it, she felt as if a towering mountain stood before her.

There was something she had always been unwilling to admit, yet had to admit: from the moment she embarked on the path of Liu Xiniang, Cui Heng had been her invisible guardian deity.

Like a fledgling, she depended on him, looked up to him.

Though she tried hard to restrain this intimacy, she still sank step by step into the web he wove.

He was too powerful, too perfect. She had seen his omnipotence, so unconsciously, he became a towering mountain in her heart.

For things he couldn’t accomplish, she didn’t dare move forward.

When she was in Yangzhou prison, though she didn’t know Li Guiyu’s strength and power, weak as she was, she still wanted to fight back.

At that time, she had no way out, staking everything to gamble with Li Guiyu.

However, walking to this point, having gained much, when facing the vast abyss, she grew timid.

But a blade cannot harbor fear.

If Cui Heng was Xie Heng, if her beloved was Xie Heng, then Cui Heng was the mountain she must climb.

She needed stronger willpower than his, matching his abilities, to defy fate and truly save him.

Just like a sect she had once heard of, where every disciple leaving the mountain must defeat their master once. Completing a psychological “patricide” to truly break boundaries and become fearless.

Though Cui Heng had no formal master-disciple relationship with her, he was indeed her guide.

She had to believe she could accomplish what Cui Heng couldn’t.

But how?

Killing someone was simple—just keep moving forward and draw the blade.

But saving someone?

Luo Wanqing raised her eyes and saw Xiling not far away.

She leaned down to take Xiling, placing it across her knees and gently stroking it.

The blade was ice-cold with embossed patterns. Holding the blade, Luo Wanqing’s heart gradually settled.

Saving someone was also just drawing the blade.

If she lost, she’d just die. How was she different from before?

She had to save this person, must save him, so she neededn’t think too much. As long as her blade was fast enough, sharp enough, and she was fearless, no one in this world could harm Xie Heng.

In the past, it had always been him helping her.

At fourteen, he climbed high towers, embraced wind and rain, held the vermilion brush, and with one stroke sent the Luo family to Jiangnan, giving her five years of peace.

At nineteen, he reshaped her bones and forged her blade, led her into the Supervision Department, giving her a lifetime of guiding light and sword companionship.

Now, she too could become his mountain.

So what if he lied to her? So what if he refused to acknowledge their connection? Whether he had feelings for her, whether he was Xie Heng or Cui Heng—none of it mattered.

Cui Heng’s companionship along the way was real, his willingness to wait for her at Tingfeng Tower was real, his choice of her on Liufeng Island was real.

So whatever he chose now was enough for her.

If he didn’t want to acknowledge it, then he wouldn’t.

If he wanted her to be an Inspector, then she’d be an Inspector.

If he feared entanglements, then there would be no entanglements.

She was born to be a forward-cutting blade.

As long as the person she cherished could live well in this world, as long as she had enough strength to control her own life, what did his choices matter to her?

What Cui Heng couldn’t do, she would do.

What Xie Heng couldn’t change, she would change.

She cared about this person and only wished for his well-being.

For the rest, with vast sky and broad seas, with her blade in hand, she would find her place.

She wouldn’t leave, couldn’t leave.

She couldn’t listen to his one-sided words. Her choices shouldn’t be decided by him either.

Having thought this through, Luo Wanqing closed her eyes.

After calming herself for a long time, she took a deep breath, stood up, went out to gather firewood for the night, found medicinal herbs, cleared all traces, set some simple traps, and then returned to the cave.

As soon as she entered the cave, she heard Xie Heng’s labored breathing from the inner cave.

Luo Wanqing listened intently for a moment, immediately sensing something was wrong. She quickly put down the firewood and stepped into the inner cave where Xie Heng was.

The moment she entered the inner cave, Xie Heng’s cold voice rang out: “Stop.”

Luo Wanqing’s steps paused. Looking up, she saw Xie Heng in the pool water, turning to look at her.

His single robe was already soaked through, his hair also dampened by water. Water droplets gathered on his hair strands, slid down, and dripped, rippling in the spring like ripples in one’s heart.

The cave was dim, making his skin appear cold and white as jade, with bloodstains on his clothing like blood plum blossoms blooming in snow.

He held the Qianji in his hand, his dark golden eyes full of wariness, breathing lightly as he asked: “Why did you come back?”

Luo Wanqing didn’t speak. She focused her gaze on the pool water.

Though it was still daytime, the light in the cave was dim. She couldn’t make out the water’s color, but she keenly smelled blood.

Thinking of how he had endured the mandala withdrawal in prison, Luo Wanqing instantly understood what he had been doing.

Her gaze fell on the Qianji in Xie Heng’s hand. After a moment of emotional fluctuation, she controlled her feelings and pretended nothing had happened: “Young Master, you’re currently injured. I just found some medicinal herbs. Please trust this subordinate and allow me to check your pulse.”

“The true qi you gave me earlier is sufficient. I told you to find Cui Junye.” Xie Heng’s gaze bore into her. “Stand down!”

“With Zhuque Envoy and Xing Ling there, Lord Cui will be fine.” Luo Wanqing didn’t heed his words, simply removing her belt and outer garment, respectfully but firmly saying: “Ji Ruifang can’t pursue two groups simultaneously. I will guard Young Master until tomorrow. If she comes, I won’t let her get within a step of Young Master. Young Master can heal with peace of mind.”

With that, she placed her outer garment on the shore and, under Xie Heng’s gaze, leaped into the water, wading toward him with outstretched hand: “Please return the Qianji to me, Young Master, and allow me to examine you.”

Xie Heng remained silent, coldly watching the woman before him extending her hand. Her expression was calm yet determined, standing before him like a sharp, unsheathed blade, refusing to retreat even half a step.

Such a version of her was like light, like flame, drawing moths to their death, carrying deadly attraction.

He gripped the Qianji tighter, even beginning to doubt if this was an illusion.

But before he could force himself to calm down, Luo Wanqing tentatively approached.

Her presence enveloped him, her eyes staring into his as she tentatively reached for the Qianji in his hand.

Just as she was about to touch it, Xie Heng suddenly reacted, his hand swift as lightning, grabbing her throat and slamming her against the stone wall. The Qianji pressed against her neck as he leaned close, his breath brushing her face, coldly gritting his teeth: “Do you think I won’t kill you, or can’t you understand what I mean?”

“Young Master,” Luo Wanqing placed her hand over his, holding the Qianji, looking into his eyes calmly: “I came to keep you company.”

“Keep me company?”

Hearing this, Xie Heng laughed, his thoughts wavering, his body unconsciously drawing closer as he said in a low voice: “Knowing what kind of person I am, you dare come keep me company?”

“What kind of person are you?”

Luo Wanqing looked up at him, asking clearly.

Xie Heng looked into those overly beautiful eyes, his throat moving slightly.

The spring water was cold, but the mandala withdrawal made him hot.

His blood and skin felt like countless ants crawling over them, painfully itchy and making him restless. Only when close to her could he feel a cool comfort that could divert his attention.

He knew he couldn’t go further, but couldn’t control himself. The neck beneath his hand was slender and soft, like a piece of tender jade that made one want to grasp it tightly.

He controlled his impulse to tighten his grip, unable to resist wanting to continue this beautiful dream, saying softly: “A greedy person.”

“How greedy?” Luo Wanqing met his gaze.

Xie Heng’s breathing involuntarily grew heavier, but he didn’t retreat, only saying: “Do you want to know?”

“Yes.”

“If you knew,” Xie Heng lowered his head, his lips unconsciously lingering near hers, testing: “Could you give it?”

“Yes.” Luo Wanqing vaguely understood what he wanted to do, saying hoarsely: “As long as I have it, as long as you want it.”

Xie Heng’s gaze trembled slightly. He didn’t dare speak.

The two stared at each other for a long time. He tentatively raised his finger, gently touching her forehead.

This was a Dao Sect evil-dispelling seal. His gaze moved slightly, somewhat uncertainly saying: “Then I want you not to leave today.”

“Alright.” Luo Wanqing answered gently.

“I want you to have me in your heart.”

“Alright.”

“I want you to let go of Jiang Shaoyan.”

“Alright.”

“I want you to see only me,” Xie Heng finally grew serious, his speech carrying some pressure: “Only hear my voice, only speak to me, only smile at me, only be good to me.”

“I’ll try my best.”

“I want you to belong only to me.”

“Alright.”

“What if I want you to die?!” Xie Heng suddenly pulled her close, his tone becoming agitated: “To die with me?!”

“Then we’ll die together.” Luo Wanqing smiled without the slightest hesitation.

All of Xie Heng’s movements stopped, and he could say nothing more.

He breathed rapidly, staring at the person before him, looking at her fearless expression, seeing her look up at him. He suddenly felt he was dreaming.

Or perhaps it was a hallucination.

Luo Wanqing wouldn’t respond to him like this.

Luo Wanqing wouldn’t come back.

She was such a smart person—she should have known his identity the moment she saw him.

His wounds were too obvious. She had noticed his hands. He had so many telltale signs that she could see through at a glance.

If she knew—

If she knew he was the Xie Heng who had abandoned her time and again.

She knew he was the Xie Heng who lied to her, pushed her toward death, and wanted to continue lying. How could she come back? How could she look at him so calmly and determinedly?

It was a hallucination.

A mandala-induced hallucination, like his repeated hallucinations.

She had already left. She had always been rational, calm, and pragmatic. Like everyone else, she would abandon him at the right moment, easily giving up on him.

When Cui Heng staked everything on her, she could still deliberate carefully, ultimately delaying until it was too late to go to Tingfeng Tower.

After Cui Heng’s death, she could recover so quickly, calmly, and composedly reuniting with him in Jirui Palace.

How could such a Luo Wanqing stay?

She had already left. What came back was his hallucination.

With his mental defenses crumbling under this realization, he couldn’t help but raise his hand, slowly threading it through her hair, cupping the back of her head.

“What if I want you?”

The words escaped his lips.

Luo Wanqing’s gaze shifted slightly. She looked at the undisguised desire in his eyes, her heart trembling lightly, yet still spoke: “Alright.”

Hearing this, Xie Heng lowered his head and laughed.

His hand behind her head applied force as he smiled: “Alright?”

With that, his expression changed instantly. He pressed Luo Wanqing into the water with a heavy splash, coldly shouting: “Then come!”

The icy spring water instantly filled her mouth and nose. Luo Wanqing immediately held her breath, instinctively beginning to struggle.

Xie Heng watched her struggle indifferently, as if within his expectations. Unable to control himself, he pressed her face underwater against his.

“Didn’t you say you could give everything? Didn’t you say yes? Then come!” Amid the thunderous sound of water, his voice came from afar, his breathing carrying a touch of mad interrogation that reached Luo Wanqing’s ears. Her movements paused as she vaguely understood what he wanted.

Her heart trembled as she felt him pressing her down, but she steeled herself and didn’t resist his demands, even as the situation grew more intense.

The scene continues with Xie Heng testing her limits, ultimately realizing that despite his attempts to drive her away through shocking behavior, she remains steadfast in her determination to stay with him, leading to an emotional breakthrough where his defensive walls finally crumble.

The warmth mixing with the spring water made Xie Heng involuntarily arch his spine, feeling tingling rush from his tailbone to the crown of his head.

It was a hallucination.

The icy spring water amplified all his senses. In the interweaving of cold and heat, at this moment, he finally confirmed it.

This must be a hallucination.

Only this hallucination was stronger and more real than any before.

His breathing quickened as something collapsed thunderously in his heart.

This was just a hallucination—what did he need to restrain himself for?

It wasn’t the first time, and he wasn’t forcing her. It was just a hallucination.

Just a hallucination.

This thought reached its peak when she tried to pull back due to a lack of oxygen.

He suddenly realized so clearly—he didn’t want her to leave.

He didn’t want her to leave at all.

He wanted her, wanted to keep her, wanted to possess her.

He didn’t want to be abandoned again, didn’t want to be left alone again.

His mother had left him.

His elder brother, sister, and everyone had left him.

They all thought he was strong enough, resilient enough, that he could complete all their hopes alone.

But it wasn’t true.

He wanted her.

Wanted this fantasy, wanted this magnificent and passionate person.

Wanted to completely possess her, make her belong only to him forever.

He could.

With a hallucination, he didn’t need to worry about anything—he could do whatever he wanted.

Anything.

This thought made him lose complete control. He pulled her from the water, and in an instant of pressing her against the wall, the sound of tearing fabric rang out.

Pain appeared simultaneously for both of them. Luo Wanqing groaned softly, and Xie Heng’s eyes darkened instantly.

She wanted him.

This realization stimulated him. He grasped her hair, forcing her to look up, and passionate kisses sealed down.

The moment he kissed her, he lost complete control. He pressed her firmly against the wall, and despite the difficulties, he stubbornly and intensely claimed her.

“Does it hurt?” he whispered against her neck.

“Being with me hurts like this, Luo Wanqing. Being with me is this painful, but you’re too late,” he breathed against her cheek. “Too late.”

He belonged to her now—she couldn’t abandon him.

She couldn’t leave, couldn’t walk away.

Too late.

Luo Wanqing heard his words but had no chance to respond. She couldn’t get a moment’s respite.

He demanded too much, too intensely.

He wanted every inch of their skin to touch, every breath to entwine, wanted this person to completely merge with him.

He unleashed all his hidden darkness on her, using pain to tell her what kind of despicable person he was.

And she, for the first time, truly felt his dominance and intensity, wave after wave that left her unable to stand steady or breathe.

Under this extreme pressure, she also felt an almost unhealthy dependence that made her unable to extricate herself.

She heard him call her name over and over, “Xiniang” and “Qingqing” alternating. In that moment, she finally understood Cui Heng.

In the past, in intimate moments, he had always remained fully clothed, taking care of her with ultimate gentleness. He never cared about himself, only liked watching her lose control.

What he wanted was this dependence, this need.

He craved her obsession, her lingering attachment, her surrender.

Because that was the only time Cui Heng could completely possess her.

She would cast aside hatred, Li Guiyu, and the past, only seeing him.

Just like Xie Heng now, she clearly sensed his loss of control, his indulgence. All his reactions made her feel indispensable.

At this moment, he set everything aside—she was his deity, his everything.

This dependence was too intoxicating. Even pain became a kind of stimulation as she desperately tried to comfort his agitated emotions.

“Look at me,” he gasped, forcing her to turn back. “Xiniang, see me.”

Luo Wanqing turned to look at him. Cold sweat fell from his forehead, and his usually cold eyes seemed filled with moisture, clear and calm on the surface, yet suppressing some madness.

Like a deep sea, calm on the surface but with turbulent waves beneath.

“Don’t regret this.”

As they reached the climax together, he held her tightly, saying hoarsely, “Liu Xiniang, remember me. Don’t regret this.”

Remember that Cui Heng existed in this world.

Don’t regret turning back to find Xie Heng today.

Liu Xiniang.

Though he didn’t say it explicitly, she understood clearly what he meant in that moment.

Her body trembled uncontrollably as she raised her hand to grasp his, their fingers interlocking.

“I don’t regret it.”

Luo Wanqing turned her head and kissed him actively: “I’m very happy to have met you.”

Hearing this, Xie Heng’s eyes trembled slightly. After a long time, he lowered his head and kissed her lips tenderly.

Everything began without warning, yet seemed natural. Though Luo Wanqing felt it inappropriate, she couldn’t stop what was happening.

They moved from the water back to the cave. This time, as Luo Wanqing’s pain gradually subsided, she tried her best to control her emotions while listening to sounds outside, staying alert to their surroundings as she tentatively sent her internal energy into his body.

Though she didn’t know the extent of Xie Heng’s injuries, if he couldn’t even defend against Xing Ling, it was not a light wound.

With limited herbs available, the best healing for his injuries would be the Yin-Yang cultivation technique.

Her internal energy entered very gently, like placing someone in warm, comfortable water. They were already extremely familiar with each other’s internal energy, so Xie Heng set up no defenses. However, the moment the energy entered, he suddenly stopped.

All movement ceased. Luo Wanqing looked up questioningly at the person above her, who stared at her in a daze, seeming somewhat incredulous, his eyes deep and restrained.

“Young Master?”

Luo Wanqing instinctively spoke.

This address brought Xie Heng back to reality. He lowered his eyes, said nothing, only lowered his head and mumbled a response: “Mm.”

As he spoke, Luo Wanqing felt him actively follow her lead in guiding the internal energy into his body and sending it back.

She knew he was cooperating with her and began circulating the Yin Moon technique.

The two of them circulated internal energy through their bodies round after round, accompanied by gentle kisses and repeated moments of bliss.

Until the final moment, Luo Wanqing suddenly channeled all her internal energy into his body, into his qi sea, then it surged back out.

The moment the internal energy returned, Luo Wanqing instantly felt her meridians surging powerfully, as if a vast sea had poured in, rolling with fierce winds and waves before slowly returning to calm. She felt a lightness fill her entire body, fatigue disappearing completely. She knew the Yin Moon technique was complete.

Xie Heng’s complexion also obviously improved somewhat. Breathing heavily as he supported himself on either side of her, sweat dripping down, he looked up at her as if he had much to say but ultimately said nothing.

The two remained silent for a long time before he closed his eyes, leaning against her chest without a word.

Her heartbeat was rapid, and he quietly listened to it.

They lay on the ground, listening to the crackling of the fire, until her heartbeat gradually slowed.

Luo Wanqing thought he had fallen asleep and gently moved out from under him.

Xie Heng seemed utterly exhausted—even such a large movement didn’t wake him. He lay face down, silent, as if sleeping deeply.

After Luo Wanqing quickly washed and cleaned herself up, she returned to find Xie Heng still lying there. She sat beside him and threw some herbs into the fire.

The herbs burned into smoke that filled the cave. While feeling the lightness of new qi flowing smoothly through her meridians, Luo Wanqing contemplated their future path.

She had just completed the Yin Moon technique, so Xie Heng should have also completed the Blazing Yang technique, which would provide some healing for him.

It was just getting dark now, with a whole night until tomorrow. Based on Ji Ruifang’s previous search capabilities in the forest, they would probably find this place tonight. Next, should they continue staying in this cave or leave?

Luo Wanqing looked at Xie Heng thoughtfully, understanding that this question depended on his physical condition.

If Xie Heng could hold on, it would naturally be better to keep moving and fighting.

But if he couldn’t…

She glanced outside the cave—they could only defend to the death.

After thinking and hearing Xie Heng’s steady breathing, confirming he was deeply asleep, she turned and placed her hand on his pulse.

His skin was burning hot to the touch. The moment she felt it, she knew this temperature wasn’t simply from the mandala—he had developed a high fever.

High fever wasn’t fatal for martial artists like them.

In fact, for martial artists, especially grandmaster-level figures like Xie Heng, who could reshape bones and expel poison, most injuries weren’t enough to threaten their lives.

The only thing truly important to them was preserving their vital essence.

Vital essence was the source of internal energy, and internal energy was the foundation of everything for martial artists.

As long as the true essence remained, lost internal energy could be regained. With internal energy present, all injury recovery would be greatly accelerated.

At this moment, Xie Heng’s true essence was already unstable and leaking. Fortunately, the internal energy she had transferred to him during their dual cultivation surrounded the true essence, helping with repairs.

This was the critical moment for repairing his true essence. Taking him and running now, even if it didn’t kill him, would be devastating for his future.

With damaged true essence, he would become like a sieve—no amount of internal energy would be enough to fill it.

“Do you want to stay or leave?”

In her hesitation, Xie Heng’s voice sounded.

Luo Wanqing was startled. Looking over, she saw Xie Heng still had his eyes closed, no different from before.

Surprised, she awkwardly withdrew her hand.

Not expecting Xie Heng to be awake at this time, she didn’t know how to face him and could only habitually say: “You’re awake?”

“Mm.”

Xie Heng didn’t open his eyes, but Luo Wanqing suddenly realized—

He was awake but had let her see his true pulse condition.

Noticing this, she couldn’t help but look at him again.

Sensing her gaze, Xie Heng didn’t open his eyes.

Seeing she didn’t respond, he continued with eyes closed: “If you want to leave, don’t worry about my body—Wei Qianqiu will have ways once we get out. If we stay, you’ll have to guard alone until my true essence is fully repaired.”

“Young Master is letting me choose?”

Luo Wanqing found this strange. Xie Heng said calmly, “You choose.”

This made Luo Wanqing’s heart stir.

He always arranged their path—this was the first time he let her choose.

After serious consideration, she looked suspiciously at Xie Heng lying on the ground.

Xie Heng was always full of lies—she completely didn’t dare believe his claim that “Wei Qianqiu had ways.”

But if they stayed…

Luo Wanqing frowned.

What concerned her wasn’t having to guard alone, but that if she stayed here and Ji Ruifang found them, she would come out in full force.

But there were still two hundred people in Jirui Palace…

“Young Master.”

Luo Wanqing thought, then said slowly: “If a person’s fate follows a predetermined path through the first step, second step, third step—will they definitely reach the final result?”

“Only by taking the final step will one reach the ultimate ending.”

Xie Heng immediately understood what she meant, saying indifferently: “Liu Xiniang, killing these five hundred people shouldn’t be considered a crime.”

Hearing this, Luo Wanqing instantly understood.

Three hundred were already dead—two hundred more or less wouldn’t make much difference to Xie Heng’s charges.

Moreover, they had defied the Supervision Department and attempted to assassinate Xie Heng, deserving death by law. If killing them would become Xie Heng’s crime, then he wasn’t dying because of crimes but because of trumped-up charges.

Xie Heng wasn’t dying because of those individual crimes.

The ethereal future wasn’t as important as the present.

Xie Heng’s words couldn’t be entirely trusted, Wei Qianqiu might not have solutions. Letting Xie Heng rest well and preserve his true essence was the most important thing now.

Looking at the fire before her, Luo Wanqing made her decision.

“I’ll stay here and guard Young Master.”

Xie Heng closed his eyes and responded, as if he had already guessed.

After a moment, he supported himself up, sat cross-legged, and extended his hand to her: “Come here, I’ll help you regulate your breathing.”

Hearing this, Luo Wanqing glanced at him, stood up, and calmly sat opposite Xie Heng.

Xie Heng immediately saw the bruises around her body and the marks on her neck. He lowered his eyes, not daring to look too much, feigning calmness: “Now that you’ve completed the Yin Moon technique, you just need to fully refine Xie Minran’s internal energy to hold off Ji Ruifang for half an hour. If nothing unexpected happens, I’ll have my true essence repaired before dawn tomorrow. If she comes late, that’s perfect. If she comes too early, you’ll need to stop her.”

“Yes.”

Luo Wanqing understood Xie Heng’s meaning and answered coldly.

Xie Heng fell silent, seeming to want to say something but not knowing how to begin.

After thinking for a long time, he finally said: “If you can’t stop her, don’t force yourself. Just call me.”

This backup plan made Luo Wanqing look up. Looking at the person across from her, she was instantly reminded of that battle descending Ziyang Mountain in the Eastern Capital, when Cui Heng had followed behind her.

Her heart stirred, but she showed nothing on her face, saying softly: “I understand.”

Hearing her response, Xie Heng said no more.

He held her hand, looking at her palm, motionless and silent.

After waiting a while, Luo Wanqing couldn’t help but feel puzzled: “Young Master?”

“Luo Wanqing.” He seemed to have thought for a long time before suddenly calling her real name.

Luo Wanqing looked at him in surprise, then saw him raise his eyes, suppressing some unease beneath his calm, cold expression: “Have you ever thought about marriage?”

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**Author’s Notes:**

**[Mini Theater 1]**

Xie Heng: “You came to keep me company? Stay away from me, I don’t need it!”

*Body blocks the path, completely close*

Luo Wanqing: “…emmm, Young Master, your words are harsh, but your body still loves me. Could you two get on the same page?”

**[Mini Theater 2]**

Xie Heng: “I think we’re not suitable together, stay away from me!”

Luo Wanqing: “Actually, we could just be friends for the rest of this journey, that would be nice too.”

Xie Heng: “Do you want to get married?”

Luo Wanqing: “…Isn’t your reversal a bit too dramatic?”

**[Mini Theater 3]**

After doing all the bad things, when his mind cleared, Xie Heng lay on the ground, not daring to move.

He was a conscientious person with strong execution skills.

So during the time he was lying there,

He had already thought of names for their children.

I wrote “kissing necks intertwined” but almost wrote “sworn brothers unto death.”

Come to think of it, that fits too.

Reading should be enjoyable, everyone relax~~~

I usually consider 3-4 chapters as one complete plot. Climactic scenes usually start at 14,000 characters. It’s better to read them consecutively, so everyone can save them up to read together.