The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories

Chapter 1500: Chapter 1517: As Long as You Give Yourself a Chance

”I... I...” Qin Yi stammered, seemingly exerting great effort before he finally spoke a complete sentence. ”I hope you can stay...”

Nangong Zhongli’s hand on her knee, her fingernails slowly clenched into her palm.

She didn’t make a sound, but looked at Qin Yi with a gaze that seemed somewhat puzzled.

It was this look, almost like silent consent, almost like encouragement, that made Qin Yi feel his blood surge through his body once again; he stood up straight and took a step forward.

”Zhongli, can you stay? You must know, in this world, there are many who care about you, who love you deeply. Zhongli, please stay, will you? Everyone makes mistakes; one mistake does not mean a person is utterly worthless... As long as you’re willing to give yourself a chance...”

”What exactly are you trying to say?” Nangong Zhongli raised an eyebrow and smirked, ”Qin Yi, I know you care for me; but I hope you understand, you have always been a servant of the Nangong Family. Do you think that, now that I am crippled, accepting your affection is a rare opportunity?”

Qin Yi’s eyes widened, his face turned deathly pale the moment Nangong Zhongli said, ”You have always been a servant of the Nangong Family.”

He clenched his fists, feeling like a stone sculpture nailed to the ground, a statue in the desert, dried by the wind for thousands of years.

The wind roared past his ears, like a devil’s snarl.

”I...”

”Qin Yi, even if I’ve lost one leg, even if I’ve lost both, rest assured, I will never fall for you. So, it’s best not to harbor any illusions.

I thank you for your care all this time, I thought it was merely part of your duty. Therefore, I didn’t think much of it. If this is uncomfortable for you, I can have my brother pay you three times the compensation.

Will this suffice for you?”

Nangong Zhongli smiled, word by word, uttering cruel and merciless phrases.

And these words, like cold knives, cut into the most tender, most soft spot exposed to sunlight for the first time in many years.

Blood dripped onto the desert, blossoming into glaringly red flowers.

Until she finished speaking and saw the elegant yet unfeeling smile on her face, Qin Yi couldn’t help but stumble backward.

”If you feel uncomfortable, I can have my brother pay you three times the compensation...”

”Even if I’ve lost both legs, rest assured, I will not fall for you.

”You have always been a servant of the Nangong Family...”

If there is any lethal poison in this world, for Qin Yi, it pales compared to these few words, which are more ferocious and terrifying.

His mind was nearly blank, he shook his head.

”No... I don’t need money...”

”I understand, I am merely a servant...” 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ

”Thank you...”

He looked at Nangong Zhongli, speaking, as if murmuring to himself, or talking to her.

He appeared somewhat lost, his vision began to sway and blur.

Yet finally, his gaze remained fixed on Nangong Zhongli’s face.

That exquisite, painting-like face.

At this moment, just like the first time they met, unadorned.

—Yet no longer the angel he once knew.