She has always been easily satisfied, just a sincere smile can move her for a long, long ti.
The always indifferent Young Master, to be able to put aside that noble status and bring her to such a place to please her, is truly rare. She never imagined the Young Master’s transformation would be so profound.
If even the Young Master can change his temperant, then what in this world is impossible?
But how long can this feeling really last? No one knows, only heaven knows. Because the Young Master’s unpredictable nature is not sothing normal people can fathom, only he wants to change imdiately, faster than those chaleons.
"The person you... like, is Qiao Zhenyu, right?" he gently asked her, "Since you are already mine, your heart cannot carry thoughts of other n."
He does not like the woman by his side to be fickle. He only wants her to belong to him, and not to anyone else.
Xia Qingqian looked at Beitang Yao in shock, as if recalling sothing, and said, "Young Master, is this the reason you said you wanted to co with to the United Kingdom?" During these days, she saw so strange feelings on Young Master.
That feeling that sotis moved her and sotis saddened her, surged like a flood, pouring straight into her heart, she couldn’t escape nor hide, she could only graciously accept it.
"Since Brother Zhenyu is already in the past, I won’t think about it anymore." She pondered for a while, then ca to a conclusion, "I will also, like the words on the fireworks say, forget the past, and start anew."
A feeling of relief flooded back into Beitang Yao’s heart, he leaned back, resting against the chair, his eyes seemingly lost as he gazed in front, as if mourning over sothing.
"You can let go of the past, but I cannot." Whether it’s the departure of mommy or Shen Youran’s betrayal, both caused him unbearable pain, in his world, it seems there is only deceit, no love like in ordinary families.
He wanted to hold firmly onto sothing, but it seed heaven was simply not giving him the chance, always taking away one precious thing after another from his side.
Xia Qingqian turned back and looked at the face filled with indifference and solitude of Beitang Yao, wanting to comfort him sohow, but a thought arose in her mind, that the greatest fear of n is their vulnerability being seen by won.
So, Xia Qingqian quickly turned her face, no longer letting herself look at Beitang Yao, but instead gently exhaled, a small sigh escaping her lips, she cautiously tucked away her emotions, letting no one discover them.
However, her sigh was heard clearly by Beitang Yao, his eyes darted over, landing on Xia Qingqian’s slightly curved back, yet his lips revealed a trace of solitude.
No one would know his tone suddenly beca so sorrowful, not even Xia Qingqian knew how to react, in her eyes, Beitang Yao was almost an iron man, devoid of joy or sorrow, always cold and unfeeling.
Who knew, at this mont, Beitang Yao was actually a sorrowful, lancholic man, really catching people off guard. That faint lancholy exuding from him nearly drove everyone to madness and upheaval.
At least in Xia Qingqian’s heart, she wanted to share so of Beitang Yao’s pain, but did he need it? Would he need her concern?
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