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

There was no response except the sound of the wind in the mountains, the sound of galloping horses, and her suppressed and painful moans.

He suddenly felt that life was meaningless and he was exhausted both physically and mentally. The couple had become a couple of resentment towards each other. Her silence and indifference had pierced a hole in his heart. Now she was unwilling to even pretend.

He let her go dejectedly.

She immediately relaxed.

Song Nihuan looked down and saw that, as expected, she had bitten his hand.

His breathing gradually subsided, and he silently helped her put on her dress.

She frowned at his touch, trying to control her emotions.

Xie Yunji saw this expression and turned his face away, his eyes sore.

For the first time, I felt a depressing sense of failure, cold and gloomy, gripping my entire heart. I felt weak all over and even had difficulty breathing.

In the past, he had always been confident about everything and could easily accomplish it. Even if it was not possible for the time being, he could still take his time and do it with ease. The final result was always under his control.

But for Song Nihuan, it seemed that no matter what he did or what he planned, even if he gave his heart and gave himself away, he would still return to the starting point.

She looked at him coldly as she had long ago, with his blood still on her lips.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips without hesitation. The bloody smell that invaded her was his own.

She let him kiss her unmoved.

As they were kissing, he stopped and put his forehead against hers, "I'm sorry..."

Her heart ached for a moment, but his behavior ultimately chilled her heart.

He has always been like this, never treating her as an equal. He would only do what he thought was right without asking her how she felt.

Everything between her and him cannot be resolved with just a simple "I'm sorry".

Song Nihuan didn't say anything. She turned her back, closed her eyes slightly, and leaned her head against the wall of the carriage. Her body trembled slightly as the carriage sped along.

After a long time, the oppressive atmosphere in the car was broken. She heard Xie Yunji sigh, and then said: "Go, go wherever you want to go. Lan Zhi, I will find a way to send it to you."

She was startled for a moment, then turned and looked at him.

This was the first time she had gotten a good look at him in months.

He had lost some weight, making his features look more handsome, but his face was frighteningly pale. Today he was wearing a moon-white gown with emerald green bamboo branches, as if to match the green dress she was wearing.

There was obvious suspicion in her eyes, "What did you say?"

"Go now. Haven't you wanted to leave a long time ago? All the assets you want to liquidate are here." Xie Yunji's eyes were indifferent. He placed an exquisite brocade box from the car on her legs. "It's all here. It's enough for you and Lan Zhi to live comfortably for the rest of your life."

"There is also a land deed inside. It is for a house in Quanzhou. Originally... I bought it because I wanted to live there with you for a while. I wanted to claim that you were pregnant and the climate in the south is mild. We could go there and raise the baby before returning to Yunjing. Then we could adopt a child."

He had planned it all out. She had no children, and in order to report to the family, he had to find another woman to have a child under her name. But how could the child be related to her? What if something happened to him in the future and the child didn't care about her, a mistress who had no blood relationship with him?

He couldn't tolerate this kind of risk on her.

It would be better to do this to conceal the truth and let the clan members and the child firmly believe that Song Nihuan is the child's biological mother.

This was the best he could think of.

Unfortunately, it couldn't be done.

He stared at her quietly and said, "Don't worry, I will never look for you. This place is just a place where you can rest for a while while waiting for Lan Zhi to come and meet you."

After that, he said nothing more, signaled the driver to stop the car, then he straightened his clothes, got off the car and left.

The driver seemed to have known the destination already. He simply handed over to Xie Yunji, then raised his whip and whipped the horse.

With a crisp whip sound, the carriage slowly moved forward again.

Song Nihuan was still a little dazed until the carriage left Yunjing.

He actually let her go like this, really let her go.

Complex emotions welled up in her heart, and she didn't know whether to feel relieved or sigh.

As the carriage bumped along, she gradually relaxed and lifted the curtain. The scene outside the window quickly receded, and the brightly lit Yunjing City became smaller and smaller.

She opened the brocade box and found a thick stack of silver bills inside. Without a careful inspection, she knew the thickness meant that he had given her a lot more than what she wanted.

In addition, there are farmlands in many towns in Dazhao. The farmlands are good and do not require much trouble to look after. You only need to collect rent during the season.

Song Nihuan tightly grasped the banknote in her hand, then loosened it, leaving her palm empty...

He is gone.

When were all these prepared? A man as smart as him must have known that she was leaving a long time ago.

It was she who wanted to leave, and he finally couldn't persuade her and let her go.

But as soon as she left Yunjing, she began to miss him. She missed his smile, his arms that were always open to her, his kisses, his warmth... her mouth seemed to still have the smell of his blood, and her body was also covered with traces of him.

He really is... everywhere. It seems that he has engraved himself into her heart without making a sound. It hurts to think about it.

Song Nihuan raised her hands to cover her sore eyes, and her suppressed sobs were heard in the carriage.

But once trust is broken, it is difficult to rebuild it.

She thought, maybe Xie Yunji finally understood that if she and he continued like this, they would only hurt each other. In this life that was originally built on deception and delusion, nothing lasted forever, and everything would eventually change.

He and she had a beautiful past. Since they can't go back, why not keep some good memories.

She comforted herself in this way, but tears flowed through her fingers.

The carriage was still moving forward without stopping. I don't know when it started to rain. The big raindrops hit the roof of the carriage, making a dull sound, heavy and regular, which intertwined with the sound of the wind, making people drowsy.

Was the fantasy of traveling the world with a sword that she had dreamed of in her youth about to come true? She closed her eyes slightly, leaning against the wall of the car, with a myriad of thoughts in her mind, like a tangled mess.

One moment, it was Lan Zhi reading by the waterside pavilion as a teenager, the sun shining on him, he was focused and serious, she accidentally made a sound, he smiled at her, the smile was clear and beautiful; the next moment, it was the white-haired boy climbing over the wall, dancing with the moonlight, his figure looked lonely and cold under the moonlight; the next moment, it was Xie Yunji looking at her miserably, the rain still flowing on his face, his eyes full of despair and sadness: "If you say you don't love me, I'll leave."

Every scene was like a knife, piercing her heart. Their voices were far away, yet close to her ears. She felt that her heart was torn into countless pieces, unable to be pieced together.

The night wind blew quietly, the moon was slanting, and as her thoughts became confused, she gradually felt exhausted. Finally, in this chaotic thinking, she fell into a deep sleep.

However, even in her dreams, those chaotic memories still haunted her and she couldn't get rid of them.

Suddenly, there was a neighing sound as if a horse was being reined in. Song Nihuan woke up suddenly and opened her eyes in the darkness. She found her body was soaked with sweat and felt uncomfortable and sticky.

Before she could ask what was going on, the carriage began to shake violently.

The neighing of horses and the sound of swords and metal striking each other were endless. She was shaken and fell to the ground. She finally got up, but before she could see what was going on, an arrow whizzed past her long hair at the waist.

"Young Madam! There is an assassin!"