Despair, wanting so badly to leave, to be free, yet helpless to do anything.
If she were to be locked up for life, death might be a more merciful release.
An Ruo’s gaze shifted to the vase next to her, knowing that if she smashed it, she could use a shard to slit her wrists and end it all.
The fact that she, who always cherished life, was contemplating death showed just how disheartened she had become.
Xingtian pushed the door open and followed her gaze to the vase, immediately discerning her intentions.
His eyes darkened slightly as he walked slowly over to her, his expression softening with a hint of tenderness.
Holding her shoulders, he asked softly, "Are you bored? Let’s go fishing."
"When will you let me go?" An Ruo asked coldly, not looking at him.
The man curved his attractive thin lips into a smile and said, "This is your home."
An Ruo furrowed her brows, her tone even colder, "This is not my home! Xingtian, I don’t hate you, but please let me go. Don’t make me grow to despise you completely one day."
Xingtian looked off into the distance with her, unconcerned by her words, and spoke indulgently, "An Ruo, do you remember what that fortune-teller said? He said we are fated as husband and wife, I believe that must be true."
An Ruo recalled what had happened that day, no wonder he had secretly provided the fortune-teller with his birth details, he had been afraid she would sense something was amiss.
"You actually believe that? I don’t believe it at all." she said mockingly, tugging at the corner of her mouth.
Xingtian smiled and declared, "I believe, it’s true. We will really become husband and wife."
Confused, An Ruo looked at him; he slightly turned his face, the left half of his silver mask facing her, casting a faint, cold gleam.
His deep, black eyes met hers, lips parting slightly, "I have already had people start the preparations. Next month, we will have our wedding. Then I will give you this island as a dowry."
An Ruo was so angry that she trembled, her teeth clenched as she growled, "I won’t marry you! Don’t waste your effort!"
Xingtian held her shoulders firmly and spoke earnestly, "An Ruo, I don’t want to hurt you, to make you sad. But we must have the wedding, I must make you my wife. Only by making you my wife, by forming a family with you, will your heart gradually accept me. I’m determined to marry you, so don’t resist, and don’t make it too hard for yourself."
He was serious and would not allow her to refuse.
An Ruo felt even more hopeless, pushing him away emotionally, and shouted furiously, "I said I won’t marry, I’d rather die than marry!"
"An Ruo, don’t be . What’s so bad about marrying me?" Xingtian stepped forward, and she immediately took a step back.
"Xingtian, I don’t love you, I will not marry you."
The man’s eyes suddenly darkened, and he asked her emotionlessly, "You still love Tang Yuchen, don’t you?"
Without any intention to hide it anymore, An Ruo nodded straightforwardly.
"Yes, I love Tang Yuchen, he has always been the one I love. In this lifetime, I will only love him, I won’t love anyone else, so you can give up on that idea!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Xingtian’s expression changed. His face and eyes filled with a chilling and ominous air.
An Ruo suddenly regretted provoking him—what if he, out of displeasure, decided to kill Tang Yuchen and Kangkang?
When Xingtian took a step closer to her, this time, she dared not dodge.