"Xia Xiaonuan, am I crazy?" Nangong Yaoling’s bloodshot eyes stared at her: "I am fucking crazy! Crazy to care about your life or death!"
The man’s voice was neither loud nor soft, but in the vast palace, it seed exceptionally empty, even echoing slightly, adding a layer to his anger.
"What are you talking about?"
Nangong Yaoling panted heavily, looking down at Xia Xiaonuan, gritting his teeth: "I asked you, where did you go today?"
Xia Xiaonuan: ...
Could it be... Nangong Yaoling knew about her eting with Liang Shaochen?
Xia Xiaonuan’s eyes flashed a trace of panic.
But soon, she forced herself to remain calm, looking at Nangong Yaoling and said openly: "I was rehearsing all morning, during lunchti I went to find Mr. Liang for Zhong Li."
Nangong Yaoling’s lips curled into a mocking smile: "For Zhong Li? You really do know how to find a scapegoat, Xia Xiaonuan... I think you did it for yourself, right?"
He squatted down in front of her, gripping her jaw tightly: "Xia Xiaonuan, are you challenging my intelligence?"
"Last night Zhong Li was heartbroken like that, wouldn’t it be reasonable for to go find him to discuss it? Nangong Yaoling, do you have to be so suspicious?" Xia Xiaonuan’s heart was in chaos, yet she deliberately retorted. She had already tasted the consequences of offending him before, so this ti she knew she couldn’t panic, couldn’t let Nangong Yaoling bla it on Liang Shaochen.
"Discussion? Xia Xiaonuan, you really are dedicated. For Nangong Zhongli, you cried and begged Liang Shaochen not to leave her?" The man’s fingers exerted force, and Xia Xiaonuan felt her jaw was about to dislocate.
"Anyway, whatever I say now you won’t believe. Xia Xiaonuan stared at Nangong Yaoling with reddened eyes: "He has Qiqi and Zhong Li now, he wouldn’t even consider . I’d have to be brainless to like him!"
"Glad you know!" Nangong Yaoling said through clenched teeth, his slender dry fingertips slowly sliding across her cheek, light and itchy, yet seemingly carrying a force that could destroy her at any mont: "Only I, Nangong Yaoling, would treat you like a treasure. Even if you stripped naked and presented yourself in front of people, they wouldn’t even look at you! So... don’t make trouble anymore, or else when I get tired of you, you’ll cry and beg, but it’ll be too late..."
Xia Xiaonuan lightly bit her lower lip.
Yes, Nangong Yaoling was right, she indeed was senseless.
But, no matter what, she couldn’t do it. Even though she knew Nan Mo was deceived, knew that Qiqi was fake, she remained unmoved. Even though she heard Nangong Zhongli say the two were intimately together, she pretended not to know.
She could only be who she is today, just for the sake of finding Nan Mo back then.
But Heaven played a little joke on her, a joke enough to overturn her entire life.
Milan Kundera once said: when humans think, gods laugh.
Yes, no matter how hard she tried, what could she do? Everything continued moving in directions she couldn’t foresee, she was so insignificant, unable to affect anyone, let alone control the cruel reality.
Tears blurred her vision, Xia Xiaonuan looked at the handso, exquisite man in front of her: "Nangong Yaoling, there’s really nothing between us, and there never will be..."
Nangong Yaoling stared at the tears in her eyes, and for a mont, felt an oppressive weight in his heart.
He gripped Xia Xiaonuan’s arm, arrogantly tightened his jaw, a hint of pain flashed in his eyes: "You keep challenging my limits, Xia Xiaonuan, what do you expect to believe in?"
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