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Dusk closed in on all sides, leaving only a few faint strands of daylight in the courtyard deep within the Chen Residence.
The mottled silhouettes of the window lattice divided the room into a silence of interwoven light and shadow.
Chen Xiaojun leaned against a soft pillow, half his face hidden in the bed curtains' shadow. His jaw was taut, pulling his lips into a deeply etched line as he forced out in a low voice, "You worked tirelessly for the clan, risked your life for the team, cared for your fellow disciples and comrades... none of that was wrong."
"But does this body of yours no longer count as your own?"
His gaze was an ice pick, chipping at the figure sitting ramrod straight on the edge of the bed.
Xiao Yi listened quietly with her eyes lowered.
Her purple hair was impeccably tied, her plain clothes spotless.
Neither wind nor rain stirred her expression. She was as calm as a piece of cold jade polished for a thousand years, impervious to even the slightest ripple.
She neither argued nor nodded, merely maintaining an indifferent air that neither oil nor salt could penetrate.
Faced with this refusal to indulge him, the little flame of anger in Chen Xiaojun's chest instead felt as though it had struck a heap of cotton.
His teeth ached for no reason. When this girl dug in her heels, she was nothing short of the immovable rock anchoring his fate.
He kept his patience, softening his voice a little, though it grew heavier. "What I said... did any of it sink in?"
Xiao Yi finally raised her eyes. Her long