Qiao Mu nodded, harboring few conflicting emotions towards Qin Xuan.
The little one looked up at Mo Lian, who gave a slight nod. "Go ahead."
They strolled away from the crowd, eventually reaching the cliff behind the tent district.
Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao bounced onto a red rock at the cliff's edge, peering at the vacant rock opposite.
In the low, narrow canyon, a sinuous red water flow meandered along a shallow ditch, gradually extending into the distance.
"Sorry."
"It's none of your business."
"Did you bee like this because of him?"
Qiao Mu gazed into the distance and sighed softly. "Somewhat."
Qin Xuan raised an eyebrow. "Qiaoqiao, is there something between you and Ah Xin that we don't know about?"
"No." Qiao Mu turned to him. "Nothing happened. I can't give him any emotional response either."
If possible, she wished to keep her distance from him for the rest of her life, ideally never meeting or having any connection with him.
"I killed his clone!"
"Your father sent someone to kill me, beating me until I vomited blood. Even if this matter is settled, I won't pursue it."
"Second Young Sir and I will go our separate ways. We will always be strangers. This identity will never change."
Eldest Young Sir Qin looked at her intently. "Qiao, do you know that sometimes, your heart is scarier than anyone else's?"
"I just don't want to have too many inexplicable connections with unrelated people."
In this life, you are you, and I am me…
Wouldn't it be better if they went their separate ways, owing each other nothing?
The evening breeze tousled her hair as Xiaoxiao stood alone on the tall, cold red rock, gazing down at the valley below.
In her eyes, an indelible coldness persisted, alongside an air of indifference and ruthlessness.
"I'll have a sincere talk with Second Brother."
A faint stream of water shot from Qiao Mu's hand, transforming into an ice arrow in the blink of an eye, landing on the opposite rock with a swish.
She observed the rock, once shared, now crumbling into dust before her.
Qiao Mu's lips curled slightly. "Things are different now!"
"What happened in the past doesn't dictate the future."
"We were strangers from the start. No need for connections. It's as if we're very familiar, yet we're not."
"I hope that the next time we meet, Second Young Sir can ignore me. That would be my greatest wish in this life!"
They were no longer tied. These four words sounded simple, yet carried a tinge of heartbreak.
The night descended.
The cold wind swept across a desolate mountain range.
A flicker of firelight illuminated the surroundings as Qin Xin held a jade messenger talisman in his hand, where faint words materialized.
"Xin." A person, garbed in plain attire with flowing hair, approached slowly. Her countenance bore such gentleness that it was nearly impossible to discern her gender.
Her heavily made-up face appeared unnaturally pallid.
"Why did you choose to depart?"
The corners of Qin Xin's lips curled coldly as he glanced down at the individual with a hint of disdain. "This time, I want to reform her through my own patience."
Force was futile.
That young woman was a formidable challenge, resistant to coercion. Attempting to force her pliance would only result in a deadly confrontation, offering no benefit whatsoever.
"Is it truly unrelated to him anymore?" Second Young Sir Qin's lips curled in a faint derision.
Forget it!
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