Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 826 - 825 Drink Up This Glass of Wine

"I won’t do anything for her ever again!" Ye Qingying imdiately promised.

Chu Qianli gave him a smile. "Since that’s the case, let’s call all past grievances water under the bridge."

She served up a bowl of dumplings and presented it to him. "Try these. Eating dumplings on New Year’s Eve symbolizes family unity."

Unity.

Holding that bowl of dumplings, Ye Qingying lowered his eyes, a touch of sorrow tinting his starry pupils, yet it was swiftly replaced by a feeling of being moved.

For the first ti in his life, the word ’unity’ felt so close to him.

"What are your plans for the future?" Chu Qianli asked, attempting to lighten the mood.

Ye Qingying’s temperant was too calm, too reserved—one might say he often hid within his own shadow, rarely finding his way out.

He rarely found himself in a good mood.

His entire being was like a tool, from beginning to end.

A tool isn’t supposed to have its own thoughts, its own feelings.

"Do you still rember our first eting?" she asked.

Ye Qingying tried to recall but then shook his head. "I’ve... pretty much forgotten."

"Is it that things you don’t like, you try hard to forget?" she began to understand his logic.

Ye Qingying pondered for a mont and then said, "But I do rember you, cunning, wise, brave—not like other girls."

"I thought you’d say that I am exceptionally beautiful, unlike any other woman," Chu Qianli laughed.

Ye Qingying looked sowhat startled, clumsily staring at her face.

In fact, whether Chu Qianli was beautiful or not, he never seed to care.

"Don’t keep staring at my face; I’m starting to worry that it won’t be long until you forget what I actually look like."

Ye Qingying’s lips twitched, then he fell silent.

In fact, it was like he was beginning to forget already.

"In a way, being forgetful can be a good thing," Chu Qianli picked up a dumpling and ate slowly.

It was very hot; she could only eat while blowing on it.

"I won’t forget tonight." Because everything about this night will be the most beautiful mory of his life.

"Now that your Poisonous Insect Poison is cured, and the debt you owed to Yu Linglong over these past days has been repaid..."

Chu Qianli looked up, eting his gaze which always carried a hint of lancholy. "What are your plans for the future?"

Ye Qingying remained silent; he had never thought about that question.

He just looked at her, on the verge of speaking.

"Do you think... do you really like ?" Chu Qianli laughed.

"Xiaoyao..."

"If you do like , you can call Xiaoyao from now on, though my friends all call Ali."

"...Ali." So, Ye Qingying knew very well that to her, he was just a friend.

The most ordinary friend.

"Master."

Ye Qingying’s heart jolted suddenly, and his gaze, which he’d just withdrawn, fell back heavily upon her.

His fingertips tensed, and he nearly snapped the pair of chopsticks he was holding in his hand!

"Can you please not be so tense?" Chu Qianli couldn’t help but want to laugh.

But amidst the laughter, there was a touch of helplessness.

The damage was done; the hurt could choose to forgive, but the guilt of having hurt soone else would always remain in the heart.

That was the state Ye Qingying was in now.

"Master, it’s a lot of pressure for if you keep treating this way. Isn’t it enough that I’ve forgiven you?"

"I... can’t forgive myself."

He wasn’t being lodramatic, nor was he trying to appear guilty to soften her heart.

He still did not know how he should approach her.

"Tonight... no, last night, you took a hit for , right?"

"Xiaoyao..."

"I said, let’s call all past debts settled."

Chu Qianli’s wrist twisted, and suddenly, seemingly out of thin air, she produced a bottle of crimson wine and two wine glasses.

"Let’s do this: once we drink this wine, we’ll truly be reconciled. How about it?"