Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1303: Brother Ye Qi, I’m Sorry
"You’re here again." Wen Xiao’ai wrinkled her little nose, suddenly remembering something. She let him go, then took his hand.
"Feng Liyan, come here, I want to ask you a word."
Wen Xiao’ai wanted to pull him to the table. After following her for two steps, Feng Liyan stopped and said, "Xiao’ai, today I... brought someone along."
Wen Xiao’ai immediately turned around, full of surprise, and asked:
"Who is it?"
And the moment she asked, she didn’t know what she thought of, the smile on her face slowly faded away, slowly disappeared.
As if confirming her guess, a figure in white walked in from the hall entrance, and stood there, looking at her.
"Brother Ye Qi..."
Inside the Zhenhun Hall,
Ye Qi stood with his hands behind his back, in the center of the hall, slightly raising his head to gaze at the black stone chair atop the twenty-four steps, lost in thought.
Wen Xiao’ai stood behind him, her eyes and heart full of guilt and self-blame.
Inside the sleeping hall, Feng Liyan looked at the piece of rice paper on the table with the name written on it, silently reciting it in his heart, and slightly curled his lips.
It seems like the name is quite liked.
Time passed by the second, and the two in the hall remained in their original positions, one standing before the other.
"Brother Ye Qi..."
Unable to bear the inner torment, Wen Xiao’ai was the first to break the silence.
Ye Qi’s body tensed slightly, and after a moment, he turned around and saw Wen Xiao’ai, then smiled.
"What’s wrong? Weren’t you fine just now? Why the sudden unhappiness?"
He spoke, almost habitually, raising his hand to touch the corner of Wen Xiao’ai’s tearful eye.
Realizing that things were different now, he withdrew his hand.
The act of withdrawing his hand was remarkably stiff and difficult.
Ye Qi’s smile made Wen Xiao’ai, already feeling guilty, even more uncertain on how to face him.
"Brother Ye Qi..." She choked repeatedly, unable to form sentences.
"Why cry now? Does seeing Brother Ye Qi make you unhappy?" Ye Qi asked softly.
Wen Xiao’ai quickly shook her head: "No...no..."
"Why are you crying more and more..." Ye Qi sighed lightly, using a handkerchief to wipe her tears.
This sentence, it’s unclear whether it’s a sigh or a question.
"Alright, don’t cry. I came here to see you happy, not to see you sad."
Wen Xiao’ai sniffed, trying to hold back her tears.
Seeing she wasn’t crying anymore, Ye Qi smiled and withdrew his hand.
He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her face, filled with reluctance and sadness.
Yet he said: "It seems he takes good care of you."
Wen Xiao’ai pressed her lips, silent, not knowing what to say.
Ye Qi laughed.
"You used to talk non-stop, why don’t you say anything now?"
No matter what happens, anger, sadness, disappointment, despair... he always showed the gentlest side to Wen Xiao’ai.
"...Brother Ye Qi, I’m sorry."
Wen Xiao’ai cried as she uttered these three words.
Ye Qi paused for a few seconds, then lightly touched her face, his fingertip wiping the hot tears flowing from the corner of her eyes.
"Xiao’ai, you don’t need to apologize to me, really, you did nothing wrong."
From childhood to adulthood, Ye Qi had never been angry with her, always carefully protecting her.
Even when she was mischievous and joked about her own safety, Ye Qi lectured her out of concern, not anger.
The same is true now.
He wasn’t that magnanimous, watching the beloved of several centuries now arm in arm with another. How could he not hate, not resent, not be unwilling, but what can he do?
She does not love him.
