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Immediately afterwards, his entire body stiffened.

Xie Zhaoyuan's fist paused for a moment, sensing the changes in Qin Wushuang's body with some alarm.

Qin Wushuang's body stiffened, and his previously even breathing became heavy and rapid. At the same time, his right arm, which was resting on Xie Zhaoyuan, was twitching violently.

Xie Zhaoyuan's dark eyes slowly rolled around, and through these changes in his body, she vaguely guessed what was going on.

To verify this guess, she decisively and swiftly punched Qin Wushuang in the right arm again.

"Um--"

Qin Wushuang's muffled groan was filled with pain, and Xie Zhaoyuan's guess was instantly confirmed.

"Qin Wushuang, do you still have injuries on your arm?" she asked, squinting.

Qin Wushuang didn't hide it from her and honestly admitted, "Yes, I still have an old injury on my arm."

"Hmph," Xie Zhaoyuan sneered, gritting her teeth as she said, "You still have old injuries, then I'm relieved."

After saying that, he reached out and pinched the wound on Qin Wushuang's arm.

"Um--"

Qin Wushuang kept her eyes tightly shut, trembling all over in pain, but refused to let go of Xie Zhaoyuan.

Xie Zhaoyuan didn't indulge him, and kept increasing the pressure on his arm until her hand got sore.

But Qin Wushuang still refused to let her go.

"Heh..." He gritted his teeth, forcing out a hot, soft laugh from between his lips, "Xiao Song, do you hate me that much? Knowing I had an injury on my arm, why did you still hit me so hard?"

"Of course I hate you!" Xie Zhaoyuan made no attempt to hide her hatred, almost gritting her teeth as she said, "Qin Wushuang, I absolutely hate you!"

Qin Wushuang opened his eyes, gazing intently at her stubborn profile: "Do you really hate me that much? So much that you can't feel any pity for me?"

"Feel sorry for me?" These two words made Xie Zhaoyuan laugh. "Qin Wushuang, the word 'feel sorry for me' will never be used to describe you! Even if you were to die in front of me right now, I would never feel sorry for you!"

"...Why?" Qin Wushuang's voice was choked with emotion.

"Because you deserve it!" Xie Zhaoyuan said viciously, "You switched the lives of three women, you caused us to be separated from our biological parents since childhood, and suffered hardships that we didn't have to suffer!"

"You even plotted against my Pei Xingzhi, nearly killing him twice! Now you've selfishly kidnapped me, separating my husband and me, and separating me from my child!"

"Qin Wushuang, you are guilty of heinous crimes and deserve to die! You don't deserve my tenderness at all!"

"What if I realize I'm wrong?"

Qin Wushuang gripped Xie Zhaoyuan's shoulders, turned her over so she was lying flat, and then propped himself up on one arm to support his body above her.

"Xiao Song, what if I realize I'm wrong? What if I'm willing to make amends?"

"...What's the use?" Xie Zhaoyuan asked lightly. "What's the use of knowing you're wrong? What's the use of being willing to make amends? Can your remorse and attempts to make amends restore everything to the way it was before it happened?"

"..."

Qin Wushuang couldn't answer.

"Hmph..." Xie Zhaoyuan curled her lips in a mocking smile, sneering disdainfully, "Things have come to this point, killing you won't help."

"Xiao Song..." Qin Wushuang looked at her unwillingly, her moist eyes still burning with the last bit of hope, "You really, are you not willing to give me even the slightest chance?"

"I don't want to." Xie Zhaoyuan's answer was without the slightest hesitation.

Qin Wushuang's taut breath suddenly dissipated, and she collapsed weakly onto the bed as if all her energy had been drained.

He finally let Xie Zhaoyuan go.

But Xie Zhaoyuan didn't leave. Instead, she just lay there on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling with her lifeless eyes.

A moment later, Qin Wushuang seemed to sense something and suddenly reached out a hand to wipe Xie Zhaoyuan's cheek.

Unsurprisingly, I ended up with a wet patch.

"Why are you crying?" Qin Wushuang immediately became anxious.

Xie Zhaoyuan: "I miss Pei Xingzhi."

"..."

A seemingly innocuous remark, yet it froze Qin Wushuang in place.

Qin Wushuang stared at her blankly, suddenly speechless.

Xie Zhaoyuan ignored his reaction and continued, "I really miss Pei Xingzhi. I miss him holding me while I sleep, I miss him cuddling me while we watch TV, I miss him coaxing me to eat like a child, and I miss him showing off to everyone in the studio that I am his most beloved wife."

"I've wasted over twenty years, and it's only with great difficulty that I've finally met someone who truly cares for me and truly loves me. If you want me to give him up, you might as well just kill me."

“…Xiao Song.” Qin Wushuang’s Adam’s apple bobbed laboredly, her voice completely hoarse.

"Do you really think of Pei Xingzhi that much?"

"Yes." Xie Zhaoyuan said with tears in her eyes, her voice firm. "That's how much I miss Pei Xingzhi. I miss him so much I'm going crazy."

As she spoke, she turned her head to look at Qin Wushuang. As if to deliberately provoke him, she even said some things that he couldn't accept.

"I miss not only him as a person, but also the days and nights we spent together, and all the marks he left on me!"

As she wished, the moment Qin Wushuang heard these words, her breathing immediately became unsteady.

"Ha," she chuckled dismissively, her tone contemptuous, "You? What makes you think you can compare to my Pei Xingzhi?"

"..."

Qin Wushuang stared at her intently, having completely lost the ability to speak.

She was tired after saying so much, so she turned her head away and ignored Qin Wushuang.

Qin Wushuang didn't know when he left; in any case, by the time she came to her senses, he had already disappeared from the room.

It was late at night, and she stared at the ceiling with her eyes open, but there was no sign of sleepiness in her eyes.

Linzhou...

Qin Feihong...

The two names kept echoing in her mind. She clenched her fists tightly, feeling as if she had found a glimmer of hope to escape.

……

"Da da da……"

The sound of casual footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. Qian Jutang, inside the secret room, couldn't help but hold his breath, listening intently to the sounds outside the door.

He didn't know where he was; he only knew that he woke up to find himself inexplicably locked up here.

It's dark and damp here, never seeing the sun, and even the air feels oppressive.

Despite having seen a lot of the world, he was still afraid deep down.

"clatter……"

The footsteps finally stopped outside the rusty iron gate.

He hurriedly raised his eyes, staring in horror at the iron gate hidden in the darkness.

"Click——"

"Wow—"

The lock on the iron gate was opened, and then the door panel was pushed open a crack, revealing a tall and slender figure in his field of vision.

He strained to open his eyes, trying to see the figure's face, but the light was too dim and the figure was backlit, so even if he opened his eyes wide, he couldn't see anything.

"clatter……"

At that moment, a figure slowly walked towards him.