Li Yeqi tightened his grip on her wrist, then slowly let go. He avoided answering, "Xixi, you're tired. Go back and rest. I'll sit here for a while longer."
Yan Luoxi watched his hand leave her wrist and suddenly felt that the spot, which had just felt like it was wrapped in a scorching iron, had now turned chillingly cold. She tugged lightly at the corner of her lips; indeed, he was hiding many things from her.
She turned around and left with large strides.
Li Yeqi watched her figure gradually disappear into the door. He withdrew his gaze, glanced at the pot of warm wine, and, feeling distressed, picked it up. Without even using a cup, he drank directly from the bottle.
The rise and fall of a nation is the responsibility of every individual, and the only person he wanted to protect was just that one.
