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âWho did you say?â
Ji qinglin looked at Fu Shang with a complicated expression. It seemed to be filled with resentment, but also helplessness.
âQi Chen? You mean Qi Chen?â
How could it be â¦
The man lowered his eyes to hide the complicated light that flashed in his eyes.
He had already decided to give up his identity as Qi Chen and live a good life with her as Ji qinglin.
Why? why did she suddenly do this to him?
He. Didnât. Believe. It.
yes. Fu Shang nodded.
Ji qinglin put down the pen in his hand. The pen broke in his palm, and his snow-white palm was stained with ink. Looking at the wedding invitation that had been dirtied by ink, Ji qinglin threw it away and said with a faint smile,â
1 donât believe it. Qi Chen crippled your martial arts before. I low could you fall in love with him? â
Fu Shang raised his brows,âbut he gave me a pill made from the Qilin fruit and it cured my dantian..â
As he said this, he picked up a pen on the table, lifted his sleeve, and threw it at a pillar not far away.
It was deep into the wood.
It was just a brush, but it was so powerful. This showed how strong Fu minâs inner force was.
âJi qinglin, youâre so smart. Canât you tell that Iâve recovered my martial arts? Why do you have to pretend like you donât know anything?â
Ji qinglin sat behind the desk while Fu Shang stood in front of it. He put his arms on the desk and bent down slightly. He looked into Ji qinglinâs eyes and threatened with a smile, ââLet me go, or Iâll fall out with you. Youâve locked me up for so many days, and my patience has been exhausted.â
Ji qinglin looked at her for a long time and suddenly smiled very, very softly. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âGirl, youâre really heartless,â
âYou donât have a heart.â
The red-robed swordsman spoke softly. His tone was indifferent, as if he was merely stating a fact.
Fu Shang backed away and she stood up straight.
âSomeone said 1 donât have a heart before. Ji qinglin, I belong in the martial world. 1 donât want to get married, and I donât want to be bound to this small world. Iâm not the one youâre looking for.â
The air seemed to have frozen.
It began to drizzle outside, and the dull sound of raindrops hitting the leaves added a bit of irritation to the early autumn atmosphere.
âIâll let you go.â
Ji qinglin didnât know how he managed to say those words.
âLittle girl, you have to think carefully. If you leave now⦠Youâre no longer my girl.â
The light in the red-robed swordsmanâs clear eyes gradually extinguished. He was clearly smiling, but there was an indescribable sorrow in his eyes, as if he had given up on something extremely important to him, stripped from his flesh and blood.
Fu Shang was slightly stunned.
Her intuition told her that something bad was about to happen, but she couldnât tell.
âGoodbye.â
Fu Shang didnât say anything. She turned around and started walking.
He left.
Ji qinglin closed his eyes the moment Fu min turned around and left. He didnât want to see this heartbreaking scene.
The manâs curled eyelashes trembled and a tear fell from the corner of his eye. It slid down his straight nose and formed a beautiful arc. He immediately raised his hand to wipe it away.
Fu Shang was sitting on the roof of a house with a pot of wine beside him.
The moon above them was very big and round.
Fu Shang was looking at the moon with a wine pot in his hand and occasionally taking a sip.
He looked sad..