Zhang Lexuan couldn't understand it, couldn't make sense of it. Her emotions were incredibly complicated.
Logically speaking, whatever Xiao Yi did had nothing to do with her. Yet just moments ago, she had clearly cast aside all her dignity and left herself at his disposal, only for him to remain utterly unmoved. Then he had turned around and become so intimate and tender with Tang Ya, right there in the woods where they had just fought.
A powerful sense of unwillingness surged through her. She nearly couldn't stop herself from rushing over, dragging Xiao Yi out, and making him compare them properly—making him see clearly who was more beautiful.
But the remnants of her rationality held her back with all their strength, keeping her rooted where she stood.
Getting entangled in such an impulsive fit would be far too humiliating and cheap.
Yet the more she restrained herself, the worse she felt. The more she felt that, in Xiao Yi's heart, she must have become utterly terrible.
Even she had not realized that after merely one night of entanglement, her thoughts and emotions had already become completely filled with Xiao Yi's presence.
Haji-Yi's scheme had clearly been a great success. His tolerance, his refusal to expose her, his refusal to do whatever he pleased—rather than setting Zhang Lexuan free, all of it had become the most tormenting mental anguish.
This method was especially effective against someone like Zhang Lexuan, who was upright by nature, possessed a strong moral conscience, and was prone to guilt and internal turmoil.
Especially the sight of him sparing her, then turning around to gently keep Tang Ya company—it struck precisely at her inferiority and frustration, making her unable to stop questioning where exactly she fell short.
Zhang Lexuan did not dare linger any longer. After