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His long lashes, delicate as butterfly wings, fluttered twice as though he had heard something unbelievable. He slowly turned back to her, stunned, his arm tightening around her until he drew her toward his lips. He tilted his face, on the verge of kissing her, then stopped less than an inch away. "Little Eight..."

He called her by her nickname, his warm breath brushing her face. "Will you say it again?"

"I've never heard you say anything so wonderful to me before..."

Even when they had been together, even when they had been close, she had never admitted that she liked him. He had thought Little Eight stayed with him because he was stubborn, because he pressed her, because he refused to give up—anything but because she liked him too. After all, he was always the one forcing himself on her, chasing after her, shamelessly wagging his tail at her like a lapdog and repeating "I like you, I like you, I like you" until she had no choice but to humor him. He truly believed that. But just now, Little Eight had said it herself—

She liked him.

Little Eight liked him!

He was not a lapdog begging for scraps, not some pitiful fool who tried his hardest to please her only to be ignored. Somehow, without his knowing, Little Eight had come to like him.

"Father threw Xiaojing and Young Master Zhu into prison?"

The news Wei Chenmu brought back made Li Danxin spring from her chair. She had never imagined that, after only a few days, a matter she thought settled would stir up another storm.

She turned it over in her mind, then headed straight for the door without another word. Seeing her expression, Wei Chenmu hurried to stop her. "Where are you going, my lady?"