"I didn't..."
Ye Qingxian took my little hand again.
I stared at Ye Qingxian's slightly haggard expression.
What should I do? Could someone tell me if I'd accidentally gone too far just now?
Ye Qingxian acted as if she had no idea what had just happened.
Or perhaps even if she could piece together the clues afterward, she didn't say anything to me.
I fell a little silent and obediently walked along with Ye Qingxian.
What had happened to make Ye Qingxian suffer?
The answer was already obvious...
My love had plunged Ye Qingxian into pain and struggle.
I stared at Ye Qingxian's peerlessly beautiful profile and suddenly bit my tender, pale lip. A black thread flashed across my eyes and vanished.
Was it the growth of the love threads, or—would Ye Qingxian still be hurt by the past as she fell in love with me again...
No matter which it was, I wouldn't give up.
I gazed at Ye Qingxian in a daze, my eyes suddenly turning a little lovestruck.
I spoke to myself silently, my tone inexplicably firm: Senior Sister—
You're mine.
You—you can only ever be mine.
That's right, I was the one who pursued you.
But you pursued me, too.
So I wasn't going to let you get away.
I licked my lips slightly. In a certain instant, all the darkness in my eyes vanished once more.
The dark side of the Princess.
No matter how utterly pure she was, how could she be without a single dark thought?
After a sudden jolt, my reason returned completely. I gently squeezed Ye Qingxian's hand, and once all the darkness had faded from my eyes, nothing remained but an overwhelming heartache.
Senior Sister...
Did she feel pain, too?
Did loving me make her suffer?
Then should I—still keep