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The impending terror of facing him left Song Feiwan frozen in place, her mind blank, forgetting everything she wanted to say. How could this man have lifted her veil?
Xiao Yu sat leisurely at the table, showing no signs of guilt. He withdrew his fingers, leaning slightly forward with his elbow resting on the table, lazily propping his cheek with his hand. His narrow, deep phoenix eyes fixed on Song Feiwan, finding her much more pleasing to the eye like this.
However, recalling her earlier remarks, his previously bright gaze darkened once more. If her feelings for Prince Chen were truly that deep, why had she accepted his invitation during the lantern festival? Later, she even sent a message to the bamboo pavilion requesting to meet him. If she had sensed something and wanted to distance herself from him, that would be understandable. But to stubbornly cling to a dead man’s memory was truly foolish and a waste of his time.
As his gaze grew darker, the smile at the corner of his mouth only deepened. He looked at Song Feiwan with an air of indifference: since the princess had made up her mind about Prince Chen, he would not force her. Yet, it would be a pity if she didn’t even know what he looked like after their acquaintance.
Song Feiwan's mind began to cool slightly as she remained motionless. What was there to regret? She had seen his face on their wedding night. She absolutely could not let this opportunity slip away!
“No need,” she said coldly, knowing she wouldn’t have any further contact with him.
Xiao Yu's fingers curled slightly, and his eyes narrowed dangerously. The temperature in the cabin dropped suddenly, filled with a chilling pressure. Even without turning around, Song Feiwan could sense the man's displeasure, her heart racing wildly.
Every part of her screamed: Run away, get out of here!
His tone remained as refined as ever. “Princess, your words are quite intriguing.”
Song Feiwan couldn’t discern his intentions and stayed silent.
He asked again: “So is it that you don’t want to see my face or that you’re afraid to look?”
Her heart trembled heavily, and her eyes widened in shock.
How long had it been since he had noticed something amiss?
No, she really couldn't stay any longer!
It was pointless to dwell on these thoughts. She hoped he would keep his promise; if he said he wouldn't force her to stay, then he truly wouldn't.
After speaking, Song Feiwan couldn't wait any longer and hurriedly stepped towards the cabin door.
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept behind her, and before she could dodge, someone had grasped her wrist!
His grip wasn't strong, but it carried an undeniable force that left no room for refusal.
The warmth from his palm seeped through her sleeve in an instant, as if it were trying to burn through her skin!
Song Feiwan's brow twitched heavily, and she nearly lost her composure.
What on earth did he want?
She quickly turned her head away, refusing to look at him.
But with their proximity, she could still catch the sharp scent of snow pine emanating from him, wrapping around her like a thick fog and making her heart skip a beat.
The man leaned slightly closer, his magnetic voice almost whispering in her ear.
What had the princess heard that made her avoid me so completely?
The situation was too unfavorable for her; all she wanted was to leave this place.
She struggled against his grip, trying to shake him off, but he tightened his hold even more, likely leaving red marks on her delicate wrist.
I don't want your attention; let me go!
Really not? Then why won't you look at me? His tone finally turned cold.
Her demeanor made him question his earlier assumptions.
Could it be that she truly felt guilty towards Prince Chen, so much so that she wouldn't even dare glance at another man?
What was so special about a dead man that warranted such devotion from her?
A nameless anger began to rise within him, slowly gathering strength.
When he had been gravely injured during the earthquake and bedridden, he had never felt this restless or helpless.
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