"No." Gu Beicheng dropped the two words, holding the girl in his arms, and continued outward.
As they left the balcony, Xia Yinian’s gaze happened to catch Gu Lingqian, who had his head turned inside.
Seeing Brother Ling Qian like this, her tears once again couldn’t help but fall.
Brother Ling Qian had sacrificed so much for her, Xia Yinian would never forget it in her lifeti.
However, she was already Uncle’s person, so how could she consider soone else?
Xia Yinian knew the person in her heart was the Seventh Young Master, but even now, she wasn’t sure if she had fallen for his body, or in love with him.
If that was indeed the case, then her love for Uncle wouldn’t be complete, would it?
She closed her eyes, not knowing if it was because of the sedatives, she recalled the events of that night.
That night, if Uncle hadn’t appeared, would she and Brother Ling Qian have already...
If on that night, she had beco Brother Ling Qian’s woman, would she have willingly followed him?
Her body sliding down, the autumn wind brushed past her eye corner, taking away a tear.
Suddenly, like she understood sothing, Xia Yinian reached out and tightly hugged Gu Beicheng.
Maybe, if that day she and Brother Ling Qian were trapped and sothing really happened, she would certainly be unwilling.
So, her love for Uncle existed before physical intimacy, not after, right?
Feeling the man’s strong and powerful heartbeat, Xia Yinian’s mood gradually cald down, seemingly more peaceful than ever before.
Gu Beicheng carried Xia Yinian, entering the main door of the Feng Residence.
The two returned to the room, the man carefully placed the girl on the bed.
By this ti, Xia Yinian was almost sober.
Rembering the man’s injury, she imdiately sat up.
"Uncle, your hand." Xia Yinian held Gu Beicheng’s hand, "How did this happen?"
Earlier, out of frustration, he had hit the wall hard, she witnessed it herself, but how did this long blood mark on his arm happen?
Xia Yinian got out of bed, pulling the man to sit down.
"Uncle, what exactly happened? Your hand..." As she raised her head, she saw the man’s complexion clearly, "Uncle, were you given dicine?"
Only then did Xia Yinian rember that everyone saw Uncle being helped away by Yu Wanqing.
His alcohol tolerance was good, definitely not drunk, which left only one possibility.
"Yes." Gu Beicheng nodded without hesitation, "I’ll go wash up first."
The effects of the dicine kept increasing, if it were a normal situation, he might have just pressed her down.
But since he promised not to make her cry again, Gu Beicheng didn’t want to hurt her once more while the dicine was in full effect.
Xia Yinian bit her lip, watching the man’s broad back disappear from her sight, then sat down on the bed.
Yu Wanqing wouldn’t take a battle she wasn’t confident in, especially in such an important matter.
How strong was Uncle really? He was indeed poisoned, yet he could still hold back the toxic effects to co rescue her.
The heart stirred a bit sweet, but soon turned sour.
The blood on his arm, or the wounds on his knuckles, pierced her heart.
The way he was when he showed emotion, Xia Yinian was quite familiar with.
But even though he had co this far, he’d rather shut himself in the bathroom than hurt her at this mont?
Is it because he promised Brother Ling Qian not to make her cry again?
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