After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

It rained at night. The rain hit the window with a rustling sound, and the moisture penetrated into my bones.

Song Nihuan was lying on the bed, unable to sleep. Her mind was groggy and she was half asleep when she heard Shuanghua say that Xie Yunji was still outside.

For five or six days in a row, he always came up the mountain without fail, and stood outside without saying anything, like a puppet.

She opened the window and took a look. Perhaps because of the fatigue from climbing the mountain every day and not sleeping at night, his eye sockets were sunken and he looked haggard. There was no trace of the elegant demeanor of Master Xie of Yunjing.

She deliberately tried not to think about him.

Having already left the Xie family, what's the point of going back? He didn't marry the princess or take a concubine, and he couldn't change the fact that she couldn't have children.

He would not disregard filial piety for her.

The ending of him and her is destined to be tragic.

It’s better to cut the loss here.

But these three years of close contact are really...

It's too late to realize when you're in love, and to cut off this love abruptly is extremely painful.

Song Nihuan's eyes were red, and she buried her face in her arms dejectedly. Her messy thoughts were out of control, and despair seeped into her heart, unavoidable.

Suddenly there was a loud thunder, and the drizzle that had been falling like cow hair instantly turned into a downpour, crackling against the windows.

Through the window paper, you can see a faint blue color outside.

This suddenly reminded Song Nihuan of the heavy rain she encountered last time when she went to Miaoyuan Temple to pray.

At that time, Pinga Fuyu told her that heavy rain could easily cause flash floods.

She felt more and more uneasy. She jumped out of bed in a hurry, not even bothering to put on her shoes. She mustered up the courage to open the window. The cold rain hit her head and she couldn't help shivering.

The whole mountain was cold and desolate. Her eyes slowly moved towards the mountain gate, but it was empty and silent.

he's gone.

She secretly thanked God that he was not stupid enough to stand in the rain during the heavy rain.

But he also felt an inexplicable sense of loss. He was just pretending and had no sincerity at all. He would give up after a few days.

Song Nihuan closed the window while wiping her tears. When she just turned around, a man suddenly came up to her and hugged her tightly in his arms.

She screamed in terror, but her voice was drowned out by the thunder rumbling outside the window.

Xie Yunji hugged her tightly, "Don't be afraid, it's me."

"You? How did you get in!?" she said while struggling.

"Climb over the wall." His voice was filled with joy, and he kissed her hair. "That wall can't stop me at all."

He was telling the truth. That height was nothing to the last disciple of the martial arts master Xuanzhu Zen Master.

"...Climb over the wall?!" Song Nihuan said in surprise, and even forgot to struggle.

Xie Hanlin, a young man from an aristocratic family and a genius of literature, would actually climb over the wall?

"You have such a cruel heart. You just watched me standing outside waiting for you." Xie Yunji's eyes were dark blue, and his handsome face was haggard and miserable, with a bit of pitiful meaning, "Am I late? I should have come in earlier to see what kind of heart you have?"

She broke away from him and said coldly, "Go away!"

"No." He didn't try to pull her away, letting her hide one step away from him, and said with a wry smile, "If you have anything to say, let's talk about it clearly. We've been married for three years, don't think you can leave me without a clear answer like this."

"Is it unclear?" She looked at him and blurted out, "How could it be that I didn't want you because I was unclear? The night before you left for Danzhou, you told me clearly what you were going to do? You'll be gone for several months! Am I not worthy of knowing, or do you think I can't help you even if I know? How can I know what you're thinking?"

"Xie Yunji, can you treat me as a living person?"

"I am responsible for what happened in Danzhou. I was too cautious at the time. The affairs of the court cannot be explained in a few words. I only explained this. I didn't tell you at the beginning because I was afraid that you would be implicated in the future." He said patiently, "Now I think I didn't consider your feelings. I just wanted you to know less so that you would be safer."

"Anything else? Anything I did wrong? Tell me." He took her hand, his eyes full of tenderness and sincerity.

Song Nihuan pulled her hand back and shook her head slowly, "You are very good, there is nothing wrong with you. I am the one who is wrong. You and the princess are entangled, and I should not be jealous. It is my duty to take a concubine for my husband, and I should not go up the mountain out of anger. I should not want you to have a child with someone else even though I cannot have a child."

"But these are not what I should do." She raised her head and met his gaze, tears welling up in her eyes that she had tried hard to hold back. "I can't be the eldest wife of the Xie family."

Because of her words, his heart trembled, filled with an indescribable feeling. He reached out to pull her, but she subconsciously stepped back. When she was about to hit the window frame, Xie Yunji quickly stepped forward and put his hand behind her head.

"Be careful," he whispered.

His breath enveloped her, and the tears in Song Nihuan's eyes suddenly fell.

"Don't cry." He reached out his hand and wiped away her tears tenderly, with a gentle smile on his tired face, "What do you mean by 'first wife of the clan'? You are my wife."

"As my wife, you can be jealous, you can complain..." He looked into her eyes, "but you can't stop loving me."

Song Nihuan was stunned and her nose felt sore.

He pulled her over and held her tightly in his arms, saying softly, "Don't leave me."

"Nothing really happened between the princess and I. What you saw was just helpless. I was too worried before and failed to sever ties with her in time. But now all the problems have been solved. I will not take a concubine. I only want you."

"Forgive me, okay?"

Her tears flowed down, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances and bitterness in her heart.

Recalling how she had worried day and night during the months when he went to Danzhou, and how she had felt heartbroken when she witnessed his intimacy with the princess, Song Nihuan struggled hard in his arms and choked up, "Don't try to coax me with sweet words anymore..."

He hugged her tightly and said softly, "Don't move, let me hold you tightly."

"I really miss you."

Her heart seemed to be gently squeezed by an invisible hand and trembled slightly.

She slowly closed her eyes and her shoulders relaxed. His embrace felt so familiar to her, as if they had never been apart.

She couldn't resist this feeling and couldn't help but indulge in it. The psychological defense she had built up with great difficulty these days was shattered in an instant.

Song Nihuan whispered softly in his arms: "Xie Yunji...you..."

There was helplessness and pain in her voice. She didn't know how to face this relationship. Her heart was full of contradictions and struggles. She still loved him, but she couldn't have children with him, which meant she was destined to be abandoned when their feelings faded.

Xie Yunji's face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were red, as if he was afraid that she would say something cruel. He said, "If you say that you have never thought about me and don't love me these days, I will leave."

These words hit Song Nihuan's heart like a heavy hammer, making it impossible for her to escape her true feelings.