The mountains have trees, the trees have branches; my heart delights in you, yet you don't know...
Yin Weiyin sneered, Miss Lin truly wallows in self-pity. My heart delights in you, yet you don't know... Where does this 'don't know' co from? Chen Yi, such a lascivious person, though rough in many aspects, is exceptionally ticulous in matters of love.
Rather than saying Chen Yi truly doesn't know Miss Lin's feelings, it would be more accurate to say she hopes Chen Yi doesn't know, allowing her to imrse in her own sorrow.
Yin Weiyin fiddled with the sachet for a while, and finally lightly covered it with the Square Land...
Chen Yi noticed her small gesture, feeling inexplicably amused.
Yin Weiyin tilted her face, avoiding his gaze, and softly said, "Well, this ti I'm going to do you a big favor."
"A big favor?" Seeing her slightly dissatisfied frown, Chen Yi laughed, "Alright, sure."
Yin Weiyin gradually leaned closer, resting against his shoulder, and softly said, "Then shouldn't you... call 'good sister'?"
Chen Yi smirked at her words, "You're overthinking it."
The female crown imdiately beca displeased, saying, "I'm doing you such a big favor, isn't it only right to call 'good sister'? It's just a verbal benefit, not like I'm going to turn around and take advantage of you."
"Oh? You plan to take advantage of ?"
"No... I most certainly do not," Yin Weiyin paused, then clearly said, "You're avoiding the topic."
Chen Yi glanced at her; calling her "good sister" wasn't a big deal, but Yin Weiyin always takes a mile when given an inch. Call her "good sister" today, and she'll want "good mommy" tomorrow, so this precedent couldn't be casually set.
Seeing Chen Yi's unwillingness to comply, Yin Weiyin felt displeased. She had already brought Lin Wanxiao up the mountain; if she didn't seize this chance to coerce him, who knows when the next opportunity might co?
"If you don't call , I won't help you." declared the female crown.
Chen Yi raised an eyebrow, "Do you have any choice?"
Upon hearing his tone, Yin Weiyin decided to stay silent instead of arguing, and in silence, she also wouldn't relent. She looked sideways, gazing distantly at the sky.
Chen Yi wasn't in a hurry either. The female crown wasn't cooperative now and never had been; previously, he would have directly pressured her to relent, but absence makes the heart grow fonder, and he was willing to be a little lenient.
The two remained quiet in the pavilion, enjoying each other's company without changing their focus, each admiring the day's brilliance, though both caught sight of the other from the corners of their eyes.
As the mountain wind swooshed by, the weather grew dull, and she quietly moved closer again.
Chen Yi naturally tightened his hold on her, and Yin Weiyin's thoughts ebbed and flowed. Though he hadn't acquiesced, wasn't this already a sign?
But she still needed him to declare it verbally for assurance. Yin Weiyin asked, "Really can't say it?"
"Can't."
"Absolutely can't?"
"..." Not wanting to make it an absolute, Chen Yi opted for silence.
Yin Weiyin's heart rippled, as though inspired, she softly asked, "Even if it's one day? Whether today or tomorrow, even a thousand or ten thousand years from now, I just want a promise."
The female crown's voice was unusually tender, yet carried an indifferent Immortal's aura, like the shimring water touched by a dragonfly's flight.
Chen Yi lowered his gaze, contemplating the stone that reflected her cloud-like attire. Unconsciously, he feared she might just fly away, leaving him unable to hold her back.
Given her reverential manner, agreeing wasn't out of the question. After all, one day, who knows which day... Chen Yi pondered for a long while, then slightly nodded.
Yin Weiyin whispered, "Say it out loud, not saying it doesn't count."
Chen Yi glanced sideways at her, "Alright, I promise..."
As his voice fell, word by word, Yin Weiyin's smile gradually grew.
Just then, a soft breeze blew, and a petite figure led a woman beyond the garden.
"Chen Yi, look who I brought to see you!"
Yin Weiyin's half-smile froze.
Chen Yi's words abruptly halted, turning his head sharply to see Yin Tingxue coming over, gasping for breath, dragging an anxious-looking woman in mourning clothes. Lin Wanxiao looked much thinner than before. He blinked and thought she had always been so slim.
After a long pause, half surprised and half confused, he said, "You... you ca? She... she ca?"
The female crown was dumbfounded.
... Appearing neither early nor late, how did Lin Wanxiao suddenly pop up now?!
Yin Weiyin's mind was still working, and then she shivered all over. Her husband glanced sideways, quietly surveying her.
She flinched, instantly feeling like surrendering.
She quickly composed herself, forced a chuckle, and added, "You see, I know you so well, bringing her to you..."
"Oh?"
Montarily anxious, Yin Weiyin found it terribly challenging to handle him when he truly beca serious. She suffered too much from him in similar situations, thoughts rapidly turned, "I always think of you, though I have so sches, you yet seek trouble on this reckoning. Wish to lay bla where none exists?" She concluded, feigning grievance, biting her lip to say, "I only wanted to surprise you, is that wrong?"
The Immortal Lady's deanor was truly captivating, and with Lin Wanxiao present, Chen Yi, now pliable, patted Yin Weiyin's shoulder, lowered his voice to say, "Wait, we'll settle this later."
His tone brought Yin Weiyin silent relief. Chen Yi was most terrifying when he glanced at you with a faint smile, not saying a harsh word, discussing slowly, making you feel eerie as you crumble internally.
This situation, at least, was bearable; whatever happens is minimal. Yin Weiyin maintained the appearance of biting her lip, head lowered.
Lin Wanxiao was frozen in place, the familiar figure growing closer, gradually occupying her vision. Her breathing quickened, throat tightening as if a macabre on urged her to suddenly confront him with thoughts of a reckless surrender before his presence.
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