Jiang Niannian was stunned, and the broken ice in her heart cracked again. There was only a wave of emotion that she couldn't think about deeply. She remained silent, with a dazed look in her eyes.
By the time she reacted, she saw Yin Buqi holding up her jade feet in a humbly and reverent manner.
With a gentle kiss, "Master, please let your disciple serve you."
Jiang Niannian smiled bitterly: "A thousand people with a thousand faces is really scary, but I always feel that you have a thousand faces, and I don't know which one is the real you, and I don't know whether I should believe your words."
Yin Buqi had been her apprentice for three years. Although he had a bad temper, he was respectful and docile in front of her. He deceived her for a long time, but she didn't know that he had such shameful thoughts about her in his heart.
Now that they have fallen out, he has tried every trick on her. Perhaps because he knows she is soft-hearted, he wants to act pitiful and use tears to trick her into letting down her guard.
She said, "I wanted to teach you and make you a good person. I thought you were just a little naughty and mischievous, but now I see you clearly. You are bad at heart, but you only pretend to be good in front of me."
Yin Buqi was slightly startled, as if he was woken up from a sweet dream. Deep disappointment flashed across his eyes, and his gaze dimmed. "Yes! I only pretend to be good in front of Master, but I obey Master and please Master sincerely. I just want my sweetheart to like me. What's wrong with that?!"
"Yes, you pretended very well, perfectly." Jiang Niannian felt an indescribable resentment in her chest.
"Master doesn't want to deal with the trivialities of the human world. These days, I have been managing it for you. What you eat, wear, and use are all the best I can find in the world. Even my love for you is unique. Master, no one loves you more than I do."
Jiang Niannian smiled bitterly and said, "Even so, you threatened me, imprisoned me, and forced me, but have you ever respected me?"
Yin Buqi frowned even more tightly, and the fingers he clenched turned pale. "If I respect Master, will Master fall in love with me? Then I respected Master for three years, but didn't I end up being abandoned by Master?"
He looked at her and spoke softly, as if he was talking to himself, "Disciple just... wants to make you happy."
"You think you're giving me the best you can think of, isn't it just to satisfy your obsessive possessiveness? Have you ever asked me what I want?" Jiang Niannian looked at him, her eyes gradually dimming, as if she expected it. "Then do you think I'm happy now?"
The hall was silent. Yin Buqi's eyes were red and her beautiful pupils were wet, like a puppy who couldn't find his home.
Looking at him like this, Jiang Niannian suddenly felt sad. His crazy love for her was almost pathological. She suddenly remembered the way he slept, always with his head resting on her neck and his limbs wrapped around her before he could fall asleep.
Jiang Niannian simply stopped looking at him, lay down and turned her back to him.
Out of sight, out of mind.
"Master, don't you think it's good like this now? There's no one else, only us." Yin Buqi lay down, pressed tightly against her back, and quickly wrapped his limbs around her.
He gently lifted the fine long hair around her neck, revealing a trace of bright red, like small peach blossoms. He touched it with his fingertips, bent down and buried his face tightly in the warm crook of her neck.