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Rong Jiayi raised his eyes and looked around, sincerely thinking, "I believe that Wujin City is quite nice. It is a place of exceptional talent and natural beauty. If I were to be transferred here, life would be much more leisurely."
Song Feiwan felt a mix of emotions inside her. "But that shouldn't mean you have to retreat."
Anyone with discernment could see that Rong Jiayi was talented and had a bright future ahead. His current position was not solely due to the support of the Rong family. All the hard work and effort he had put in—could he really let it all go to waste?
Song Feiwan voiced her doubts.
Rong Jiayi sighed, "To be honest, I am not willing to give it all up, but I have come to terms with it. One cannot always desire everything."
He gazed into her eyes, revealing an unmasked affection. "Moreover, Feiwan, I share this with you precisely because I do not want to put you in a difficult position. Whether or not you are willing to give me a chance, my demotion is already set in stone. It is not solely because of you that I am giving up my place in the capital; please do not feel burdened by it."
"To take a step back, even with my feelings for you, I do not wish to return to the capital and face Xiao Yu. Not only do I want to avoid competing with him as rivals, but I also fear that deep jealousy might lead me to lose control and do something irreparable."
The tales of deep love that circulated in the capital only grew more painful for Rong Jiayi as he learned more about them. Long ago, Xiao Yu had already possessed all of Song Feiwan's sincere love.
He had been trying hard to convince himself: now that Xiao Yu has returned and reunited with his beloved, it should be Song Feiwan who grows old with him.
But what had he done? He allowed Sang Zhen and her child into his household, hurting Song Feiwan's heart in the process.
If Song Feiwan chose to leave, it must mean she had lost all hope in Xiao Yu.
But without love, how could there be hatred?
A missed opportunity was just that—a missed opportunity. He could never accept the thought of Song Feiwan returning to the capital and rekindling her relationship with Xiao Yu.
It would drive him mad.
Thus, being able to stay by Song Feiwan's side in Wujin City was Rong Jiayi's greatest wish.
In the past, he had never believed in deities or spirits. However, during this trip for a case, he passed by a temple said to bless those seeking love. He entered, bought incense, knelt on the mat, and sincerely bowed three times before the statue of the Bodhisattva.
He wished for all the gods and spirits to bless him with the fortune to seize this fleeting opportunity.
As long as Song Feiwan would turn back and look at him once, he would willingly embrace a life of piety and devotion as the most faithful believer.
At that moment, Song Feiwan stared blankly at him, nearly scorched by the emotions reflected in his eyes.
No one is made of wood; anyone who hears such a confession cannot remain unmoved.
What followed was a deep sense of helplessness and shame.
Because Song Feiwan inappropriately recalled the look of panic in Xiao Yu's eyes when she fell from the cliff, along with his heart-wrenching cries.
This man had unknowingly planted a seed in her heart.
By the time she realized it, it had already taken root within her very being.
Once she tried to uproot it, it caused her excruciating pain.
But she and Xiao Yu had already traveled too far, long past the point of no return.
It was this comparison between Xiao Yu and Rong Jiayi that filled her with shame and embarrassment.
She lowered her gaze and softly said, "Lord Rong, I'm sorry."
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