Ji Xichan returned to her room with heavy steps and lay down on her bed without a word.
Her gaze was vacant, staring straight at the canopy above. A hint of confusion and resentment flickered in her eyes.
Just a moment ago, she had seen the silent, yet deeply affectionate looks exchanged between Pei Yuhang and Lin Qianyan.
An inexplicable, immense panic had seized Ji Xichan then. It was like a giant hand gripping her heart, making it difficult to breathe.
As time passed, this panic, far from dissipating, only fermented and intensified like wine.
'Ji Xichan, do I have to spell it out for you?'
'I'm not interested in you! And I'm not interested in your small feet either!'
'After we return to the Cold Palace Sword Mansion, I'll have Chen Tiansheng come get you.'
'Don't lie to me anymore... You never bound yourself to Xiaoxiao and the others with any Curse Seal. So, Ji Xichan, once we're back at the Dao Sect, let's part ways for good.
It's time you went back to being yourself.'
