After hearing this outrageous yet heartbreakingly sorrowful speech.
Xiao Xun'er was completely stunned. She stood there blankly, looking at the boy on the grass, who seemed somewhat thin and lonely.
She had always thought An Yi was merely flirtatious. She had never expected that beneath his carefree facade lay such profound fear and guardedness.
"Fine, even if you're greedy, even if you want to leave yourself a way out."
Xiao Xun'er took a deep breath, her eyes slightly reddened. "What does that have to do with whether you answer my question? Since you like making preparations, why can't I be one of your 'preparations'?"
"Because you're different."
An Yi shed all his flippancy, his tone becoming more solemn and grave than ever before.
"I admit that I have feelings for you. After all, no man with normal tastes could possibly feel nothing toward a peerless beauty like you. I'm no exception."
"But Xun'er, what exactly is your background?"
"I don't know your specific origins, but when I was young, I accidentally fused with the bloodline of an ancient magical beast. That bloodline gave me an absurdly sharp instinct for sensing danger!"
"When I was little, that feeling was still very faint. But during the first few years after you came to the Xiao Household, your father often came to bring you things and visit you."
"That man—every time he entered my field of vision..."
An Yi's body even trembled faintly at the memory. "He didn't deliberately release any aura at all, but every time I saw him, every cell in my body screamed a warning! It was an absolutely fatal sense of oppression! The instant I saw him, my first instinct was to run for my life—as far away as possible!"
"Even now, just recalling that feeling still makes my