Yin Kuang silently looked at Lü Xialeng. Her face was utterly serious, with no sign that she was joking, and his own expression turned solemn. Then he shook his head. "No need." Lü Xialeng's cheeks reddened, clearly with anger, but she suppressed the irritation in her heart and calmly asked, "Why? Am I not as pretty as Tang Rouyu or Qian Qianqian? Am I not good enough for you?"
"Because I can't give our child a father."
"..."
Yin Kuang said, "You have personally known the pain of having no parents. How could you bear to let your own child suffer that same pain? You want to leave the academy and live in the world you created, enjoying the warmth of family. But I have to remain here, to return to the real world and reclaim the home and family that belong to me. The two of us are destined to belong to different worlds."
Lü Xialeng quietly looked at Yin Kuang, and Yin Kuang met her gaze frankly. Lü Xialeng gave a desolate smile and said, "Can you tell me whether this is also the influence of that 'Calamity Qi'?" Yin Kuang sighed. "Let's say it is. It's not a bad excuse, really." Yin Kuang did not doubt Lü Xialeng's feelings for him. After all, it was not easy to say the words, "Let me bear you a child." And Yin Kuang truly did like Lü Xialeng—because of her beauty, and because of everything they had been through together.
But the two of them were destined never to be together.
Lü Xialeng asked, "Don't you regret it?"
Yin Kuang said, "No."
Lü Xialeng let out a long breath. Then she suddenly wrapped her arms around Yin Kuang's neck, her soft, rosy lips pressing against his. Her fragrant tongue slipped