I'm Not the Kind of Person Who Wants One Partner for Life

The next moment, under the knowing and doting gaze of Qian Daoliu, and under the astonished gaze of several high-level Soul Master on duty, the usually graceful and aloof Angel Young Master Qian Renxue appeared.

With one hand gripping Lin Xia's wrist tightly and the other slightly lifting the hem of her pale gold palace dress, a symbol of her noble status, she seemed to be chased by some monstrous beast. Without looking back, she practically "dragged" the still-blank-minded Lin Xia towards the tall, heavy gilded gate of the Worship Hall, fleeing in a disheveled manner!

"Bang!"

The heavy doors of the Worship Hall were violently pushed open by a surge of golden Soul Power imbued with shame and anger, then slammed back against the doorframe with a muffled thud, still trembling slightly.

After those figures vanished like the wind, only Qian Daoliu's helpless yet profound sigh remained, along with the lingering, scorching atmosphere of ambiguity and excitement in the air, silently telling a secret that had been suddenly revealed and was about to stir up waves.

She ran for an unknown distance, passing through several courtyards, until all that remained were the swaying shadows of trees, the babbling of flowing water, and the increasingly rich fragrance of grass and trees, before Qian Renxue suddenly stopped.

The inertia caused Lin Xia to stumble, almost bumping into her.

Here lies a secluded Royal Garden deep within the Pope Hall, where a small, exquisite Glazed Pavilion leans against a pond bathed in moonlight.

The surroundings were adorned with blooming flowers, and the tall Soul Guidance Lamp emitted a soft glow, reflecting the moon's image in the water. The silence was so profound that only the two of them could be heard breathing.

After Qian Renxue stopped, she did not immediately let go of Lin Xia's wrist; instead, she gripped it even tighter, as if it were the only piece of driftwood.

She had her back to Lin Xia, her shoulders rising and falling slightly, her rapid breathing particularly clear in the quiet night.

The pale gold palace gown that symbolized the Angel Young Master's identity now revealed an unusual fragility under the hazy moonlight.

Lin Xia finally regained her breath. The icy coldness of her fingertips and the burning heat of her palms mingled on her wrists, two completely different temperatures intertwined, as if reflecting the intense turmoil in her heart at that moment.

He looked at the straight back of the man before him, which Frisk slightly. Qian Daoliu's words were like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, and the ripples they stirred in his heart had not yet subsided.

"Sister Xue'er..."

He called out softly, his voice carrying a hint of probing and a nervousness he himself was Frisk of.

Qian Renxue's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

She turned around slowly, extremely slowly.

The moonlight shone down on her exquisite face without reservation. Her face, which was usually either noble and reserved, decisive and ruthless, or gentle and smiling, was now covered with a blush that had not yet faded, as if she had been painted with the finest rouge.

Where was even a trace of the Angel Young Master's majesty in those Viola eyes?

All that remained were the shimmering waves, rippling violently with the panic, embarrassment, and bewilderment of a fawn.

Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but her overwhelming emotions choked her throat, ultimately turning into a soft, almost inaudible sigh.

She looked at Lin Xia, whose eyes, which had once seen through the intrigues of the court and controlled the winds of change in the empire, were now filled with entanglement, struggle, and a kind of expectation and fear that even she had never fully understood.

Lin Xia still carried the dust and smell of the fierce battle on the Martial Arts Arena, mixed with the fragrance of soapberry specially supplied by the Spirit Hall, as well as his own warm and vibrant life force, like sunshine.

This aura was so familiar, so deeply ingrained, that it had long been an indispensable part of the essence of her life.

Time seemed to stand still.

Beneath the Glazed Pavilion, only the pond water ripples gently in the breeze.

"Xiao Xia..."

Qian Renxue finally spoke, her voice low and hoarse, with a strange dryness, as if she had used all her strength to squeeze out those two words.

Her lips parted slightly, revealing a glimpse of her pearly white teeth, but she pursed them tightly the next second.

She looked into his deep, clear eyes, which clearly reflected her flustered state, making her even more embarrassed and her gaze even more uncertain.

Lin Xia's heart pounded like a drum.

He knows her too well.

Having shared moments of glory and forbearance, separation and reunion, he could almost read her emotions from every subtle change in her expression.

The struggle in her eyes at that moment, the unspoken turmoil, was clearly the echo of the monstrous waves that Qian Daoliu's words had stirred up in her heart.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions within him. His strength could crush even Soul Emperor and Spirit Saint, but faced with this sudden choice concerning their lifelong relationship, he realized that he was just an ordinary boy.

"Sister Xue'er".

Lin Xia's deep and earnest voice broke the suffocating silence.

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze meeting Qian Renxue's evasive eyes with an unprecedented solemnity.

"Regarding what Grandpa said..."

He paused, and clearly saw Qian Renxue's long eyelashes tremble violently, like the wings of a startled butterfly.

I think...

Lin Xia spoke clearly, word by word.

"Sister Xue'er, if you're willing, I have no objection."

These words were like a spark thrown into boiling oil, instantly igniting the complex emotions in Qian Renxue's eyes.

Amidst that shyness and panic, an extremely bright light suddenly shone forth, like the most dazzling star in the night sky being ignited; that surprise almost broke through all shackles.

However, Lin Xia's next words were like a cool night breeze, momentarily extinguishing the newly ignited flames of passion.

"However, Sister Xue'er."

Lin Xia's voice remained steady, yet carried an undeniable sincerity.

"I'm not the kind of person who's committed to one person for life."

He looked into Qian Renxue's purple eyes, which had frozen in an instant, and felt a pang of pity, but more than that, he felt a resolute unwillingness to deceive.

"Hu Liena, Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling... and all the time we've spent together, their feelings, their sacrifices, I know it all. We've lived together for so long, fought side by side, supported each other... I can't, and won't, refuse them, or betray their friendship. That wouldn't be fair to them."

As soon as the words were spoken, the air beneath the Glazed Pavilion seemed to freeze once more. The shimmering light on the pond also seemed to dim slightly.

The starlight in Qian Renxue's eyes suddenly dimmed, as if it had been obscured by dark clouds.

An indescribable sense of bitterness and loss instantly gripped her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Hu Liena's charm and intelligence, Dugu Yan's pride and ruthlessness, Ye Lingling's purity and aloofness...

Familiar faces emerged clearly from Lin Xia's words.

Yes, how could she not know?

Outside the treacherous Heaven Dou Palace, within the Spirit City, surrounding Lin Xia are equally stunning and talented women.

Their feelings for Lin Xia were no secret.

Lin Xia's honesty was like a sharp knife, cutting open the corners of her heart that she had deliberately avoided.

Give up?