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“Well, I must tell you that this child was not born to me,” Liao Tingyan tried to calmly reason with this sixteen-year-old emperor.
The emperor sat opposite her and smiled coldly when he heard the words, “Don’t lie, this child looks like me, but his eyes are similar to yours. What is the use of denial? Would he not exist if you deny?”
Liao Tingyan: I didn’t deny that this snake did not exist!
The black snake sat in the middle of the couple, swaying his legs on the table, like a confused little boy of the parents who were separated and had no idea what to do in the future.
Liao Tingyan was also lost. She looked at the black snake’s face carefully. Did his eyes look like hers? Why couldn’t she see it? She used to go back to her hometown during the Chinese New Year. She always heard them say that her cousin looked like her, but she couldn’t tell every time. At this moment, she couldn’t help wondering if her eyes were not so good.
Could everyone see it, but she couldn’t? She remembered the people in the Demon Realm who had no doubt about the relationship between her and the black snake.
Liao Tingyan: “He is indeed made by you.”
After feeding him too much blood, he became a mutant snake. She didn’t know what he did to transform him into a human form.
Sima Jiao: “The more you talk, the more ridiculous you sound.”
He faced Liao Tingyan with a face that held the truth of the whole world, and completely distrusted her truth.
Yes, the truth in this world was harder to believe.
In fact, whether he was the sixteen-year-old emperor or the several-hundred-year-old master, he was still the same, stubborn and self-absorbed. He felt that he was the best in the world, and everyone else was stupid. He only believed in what he thought. For example, if he believed that he loved her in the past, he had to give everything to her, but now that he had determined that she was a demon, he would not listen to any of her explanations.
What a headache.
“All right, I gave birth to your child, all right,” Liao Tingyan didn’t want to explain.
Sima Jiao said as expected, “I told you, you can’t lie to me.” The young man was quite proud.
Hey, did she owe this guy so much?
However, Liao Tingyan looked at the snake’s tender face, and sneered in her heart, ‘Okay, the ancestor just recognized him. I will wait until you recover your memory, and see how you feel when you think of it again. Will I hear the sound of your face slapped? I will be waiting.’
Sima Jiao accepted the sudden appearance of Sisi and also accepted Liao Tingyan’s pet fox that became a pig. Sometimes when lying with her, he would touch the fox fur. But he still loved touching Liao Tingyan’s waist more.
A month passed in a blink of an eye. The monthly irritability period came as scheduled. She was pale in pain while lying motionless on the bed.
Sima Jiao discovered her abnormal condition and asked the doctors to come over. Liao Tingyan grabbed his hand. “It’s useless. They can’t see anything, and there is no way to relieve it,” she said with a weak voice and half-closed eyes.
Looking at her like this, Sima Jiao felt irritable, “What is going on? Why is this happening?”
Liao Tingyan finally glanced at him, “…I have been injured before.”
Sima Jiao’s expression was gloomy, and his tone was sharp and scary, “Who is it? Who hurt you?!”
Liao Tingyan squeezed his hand hard, “It’s you.”
Sima Jiao said, “Impossible.”
He retorted without thinking about it. He had a blind confidence that no one in this world would protect the woman in front of him like him.
Liao Tingyan was feeling uncomfortable from the pain. Thinking of the painful months of these years, and remembering the moment when Sima Jiao’s soul was burned, she took a breath and said, “You used to be very powerful. I had your protection. No one can hurt me, so the only one that can hurt me is you.”
“You killed me once,” Liao Tingyan’s tone was very calm, not as casual as usual.
“Impossible,” Sima Jiao still said.
Liao Tingyan: “You were going to die at that time, you wanted me to die with you.”
Sima Jiao fell into silence. He stared at Liao Tingyan’s pale face without saying a word. He hesitated because he thought about the situation and was not sure if he did it. To a certain extent, he was Sima Jiao who was easier to interpret than before, so his hesitation meant that he might really want to kill himself.
Liao Tingyan realized that he was not even scared. Yes, this was Sima Jiao. He could sacrifice himself to give her everything.
Sima Jiao leaned over, held up Liao Tingyan’s face, “You aren’t lying to me?”
Liao Tingyan: “You did kill me once 17 years ago.”
Sima Jiao didn’t believe the truth, but he did believe what she was telling. He held her with a frown and didn’t know what to say for a while. He only slowly stroked her hair.
He stared at Liao Tingyan’s face at the moment, and there was a short scene in front of him. He was holding her in the blue pool, as if burning all over, while she looked at him with tears in her eyes. She shook her head to him while shouting something. It looked like she was about to collapse. Compared to the usual lazy person, it seemed that something was broken in her eyes.
Sima Jiao was taken aback and pressed his chest.
What was that, his memories from the past?
Liao Tingyan grabbed Sima Jiao’s hand. He returned to his senses, held her hand and his tone slowed down a lot, it may be the softest tone he used in his life, “Does it really hurt?”
Liao Tingyan inhaled, “It really hurts.”
“It hurts so much, Sima Jiao. It hurts so much.”
It didn’t hurt like this before. Seventeen years ago, when Sima Jiao was not there, she used to get into a pool to soak in those days. When she was in pain, she cursed Sima Jiao. It was not difficult then. But now that the culprit Sima Jiao was by her side, she felt more pain, which made her want Sima Jiao to feel the ache with her.
She did see it. When she said in a weak tone that she was in pain, by Sima Jiao’s expression for a moment, she felt that he seemed to be in pain too as he bit his lips intolerably.
At that time, her heart softened again.
Forget it, she wouldn’t deliberately make trouble for him. Sima Jiao was such a person who perhaps had been suffering day and night for hundreds of years in his life. He was not as afraid of pain as she was, it was because he was used to it.