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When Zhao Qixian returned to the Red Sleeve Pavilion, he was met by He Wanwan, who was crying so hard she could hardly breathe.
As soon as she saw him, she rushed into his arms, clinging to his leg and sobbing, "Stepfather, Mother, Mother…"
From the main hall of the manor came the sound of a fierce argument.
"Miao Qingshan! Do you think I'm just some item you can discard and pick up at will?!" He Hongxiu's voice was filled with anger.
For some reason, Zhao Qixian felt a pang of heartache amidst the chaos. Was it because he cared that he felt resentment?
"Hongxiu, don't be like this. You know you've always been the most important woman in my life, and Wanwan..." Miao Qingshan's voice was laced with helplessness and guilt.
Zhao Qixian picked up He Wanwan and gently comforted her.
Earlier on the street, Miao Qingshan had stood still and hadn't pursued them. Now, he had already arrived at the Red Sleeve Pavilion before them, demonstrating his profound lightness skill. Suddenly, Zhao Qixian felt a wave of inferiority wash over him.
Miao Qingshan was once the beloved of He Hongxiu; he was He Wanwan's biological father, possessing both striking looks and exceptional martial arts skills. And what did Zhao Qixian have? Only a meager set of skills that brought shame to his family.
During the brief time spent with He Hongxiu, most of it had been her approaching him while he passively accepted her advances.
Yet somehow, he had become deeply entangled in this situation without realizing it.
"Three years ago, when I left Miaoyin Pavilion, I declared that I, He Hongxiu, would have no further ties with you, Miao Qingshan! What did you say back then? Now that my Red Sleeve Pavilion is about to threaten your Miaoyin Pavilion's position as the foremost evil sect, you come knocking at my door? Miao Qingshan, don't go too far!"
The red fabric billowed as He Hongxiu wielded her soft whip, striking like a serpent towards Miao Qingshan.
Miao Qingshan swiftly seized the whip in his grip. "Don't forget, who taught you your martial arts?" He Hongxiu attempted to pull back the whip, but she could not match his strength. Zhao Qixian set He Wanwan down on the ground and rushed forward with his sword drawn. "Let her go!"
Miao Qingshan glanced at him from the corner of his eye and indeed released his hold. "Hongxiu, is it because of him that you refuse to come back with me?"
He Hongxiu stepped in front of Zhao Qixian, blocking him. "What do you want?"
Zhao Qixian stared at the figure of He Hongxiu, who was protecting him like a mother hen shielding her chick, feeling a mix of emotions he couldn't quite articulate.
His martial skills were no match for Miao Qingshan or even He Hongxiu. In this moment, he found himself powerless to stand in front of Hongxiu, to shield her from the storm and share her burdens.
"This man has no martial arts, no ambition, and he doesn't even love you!"
Miao Qingshan's words struck deeply at He Hongxiu. Zhao Qixian couldn't see her face, but he noticed how she unconsciously tightened her grip on the whip, her wrist trembling slightly.
Her voice was calm yet resolute. "It doesn't matter if he has no martial arts; I do! It doesn't matter if he doesn't love me; my love for him is enough!"
Zhao Qixian felt a jolt throughout his body. This was the first time He Hongxiu had declared her love for him, and she did so with such certainty in this tense situation.
Unable to help himself, he stepped forward and took her hand. The words he intended to say twisted in his throat under her burning gaze: "I... I like you too."
He had meant to say "love," but the intensity of He Hongxiu's feelings made him hesitate. Was that passionate gaze truly directed at him? Their acquaintance had been filled with chance and drama, and they had only known each other for a few short months…
Miao Qingshan let out a cold laugh. "Like is not the same as love. Even if it were love, what of it? Good and evil cannot coexist, Hongxiu. How could you forget so easily..." His voice trailed off into a deep sigh, filled with helplessness and heartache.
With that, he didn't spare the two of them another glance. He leaped out of the door and vanished from sight.
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