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Dusk closed in on all sides, and in the Small Courtyard deep within the Chen Residence, only a few dim strands of daylight remained.
The latticed window cast mottled silhouettes, dividing the room into a silent patchwork of light and shadow.
Chen Xiaojun leaned against a soft pillow, half his face hidden in the shadow of the bed curtains. His jaw was tight, pulling the corners of his mouth into a hard line, and his voice came out low and pressed down. "You manage affairs for the family, risk your life for the team, and care about your fellow disciples and comrades... None of that is wrong."
"But this body of yours—does it no longer count as your own body?"
His gaze was like an ice pick, chiseling toward the figure seated on the edge of the bed, her back perfectly straight.
Xiao Yi lowered her eyes and listened quietly.
Her purple hair was tied with meticulous precision, and her plain clothes were spotless.
There was neither wind nor rain on her face; she was calm as a piece of cold jade polished for a thousand years, letting not the slightest ripple pass through.
She neither refuted him nor nodded. She merely maintained that indifferent posture, as if nothing could get through to her.
The bit of anger in Chen Xiaojun's chest met this look of "not indulging him," and instead felt as if it had been smashed into a pile of cotton.
His teeth ached for no reason. This girl—when she got stubborn, she was simply the fixed, immovable stone of his life.
He kept his patience. His voice softened a little, yet became even heavier. "Did you hear what I said... or not?"
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