Remarried to a top-tier playboy, her reborn ex-husband is filled with regret.

"...I'm not angry anymore."

Yun Shuyao was trapped in that position, feeling an unbearable itch in her heart. She couldn't help but cry and give in, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"Why aren't you angry?"

Yun Shuyao's eyes reddened, and tears streamed down her face. It wasn't out of resentment, but because he had forced her to.

This person knew perfectly well that she couldn't say it, but she still insisted on asking and listening.

Yun Shuyao turned her face away, but he gently pulled her chin back.

"I'm not angry that you kept it from me."

Yun Shuyao closed her eyes resignedly, her eyelashes glistening with moisture.

"I'm not angry that you wouldn't let me take care of you. I'm not angry anymore, I'm not angry at all."

Xiao Fang laughed, a very soft laugh, a very low laugh, the vibration emanating from deep within his chest, transmitted through their tightly pressed skin.

It was as if he had completely enveloped her in his pleasure.

He finally stopped asking, like a loyal servant, willingly offering all his passion, and propelling his lover to the heavens.

The old locust tree outside the window swayed its leaves all night in the night wind.

In her dazed state, Yun Shuyao confirmed one thing.

This person has indeed improved; his martial arts skills haven't diminished at all.

Later, for what seemed like the umpteenth time, Yun Shuyao finally couldn't hold back any longer and pushed against his chest with her palm.

The force was weak and limp; it was more like a touch than a push.

Xiao Fang's heart pounded fast and hard in her palm, just as erratically as hers.

"You... your injuries have just healed..."

Yun Shuyao managed to string together a complete sentence, but her voice was so hoarse it didn't sound like her own.

Xiao Fang grasped the hand she pushed towards him, interlocked their fingers, and pressed it against the side of the pillow.

Looking down into her dreamy eyes, Yun Shuyao also looked at him, illuminated by the moonlight.

The light in his eyes was one of satisfaction, pride, and the exhilaration of finally getting what he deserved after enduring a month of hardship.

"Only now do you think of caring about my injury?"

Xiao Fang's voice was so low it sounded like it was being squeezed out from his chest.

With panting breaths and an undisguised possessiveness.

"Why didn't you think of that when you said I 'couldn't' it?"

Yun Shuyao's face flushed red; she hadn't said those two words at all.

But Xiao Fang could read it in her eyes.

This person can even guess what she's thinking.

He remembered her unspoken complaint all night.

He insisted on proving it to her over and over again.

"I don't……"

"You have."

Xiao Fang silenced her with a kiss.

This time it was much gentler, with a unique languor and tenderness that comes with satisfaction.

His tongue traced the shape of her lips, as if giving a precious gem a final polish.

When they loosened their grip, their breathing became erratic.

Xiao Fang pressed his forehead against hers, his nose brushing against hers, and his voice finally softened.

She spoke in a tone that only she had ever heard, almost like a coquettish plea.

"Do you feel better now?"

Yun Shuyao was so tired that she didn't even have the strength to roll her eyes.

She closed her eyes and hummed a syllable through her nose; it was unclear whether it was "hmm" or "hum."

Xiao Fang accepted her syllable as a compliment.

He lowered his head and placed a kiss on Yun Shuyao's forehead, then got off the bed and went to fetch water.

As Yun Shuyao listened to his footsteps, she suddenly felt a lump in her throat.

This person was so badly injured, and he hid for seven days to avoid worrying her, then endured a month of cold treatment, and tonight he still…

She couldn't think about it anymore, or he would find out she was crying.

A warm handkerchief was placed over her, and she let out a soft hum. The man immediately stopped what he was doing.

Did you hurt yourself?

"no."

She buried her face in the pillow, her voice muffled.

"It's just... you have to promise me you won't get hurt again."

Xiao Fang did not answer immediately; he thought for a while before speaking.

I will try my best.

"Not as much as possible."

Yun Shuyao pinched his waist lightly.

"it is good."

Xiao Fang grasped her fierce hand, interlocked their fingers, and pressed them against his chest, on the scar that was only an inch away from his heart.

"I promise."

Yun Shuyao was finally satisfied.

She buried her face in his chest and closed her eyes.

Her eyelashes were still wet, but the corners of her mouth curved up.

He sat by the couch, carefully cleaning her, adjusting her nightgown, and retying every strap.

His movements were meticulous, just like every other night after their passionate encounters, as if this routine had been etched into his very bones.

Then he lay back down next to her and pulled her into his arms.

He put his arm under her neck and his other hand around her waist, his palm resting on her lower back.

It encircled her tightly, as if to fill in all the gaps of the past month.

"Shu Yao".

Xiao placed her head on his head and whispered something, then lowered his head and placed a very light and long kiss on the top of her head.

"I'm sorry for making you worry."

But that won't happen again. From now on, I'll only let them get hurt!

Seeing his fierce expression, Yun Shuyao felt a sense of peace.

In many people's eyes, Xiao Fang is not a true gentleman.

After being reborn, Ke Yun Shuyao realized something.

What defines a good person? A good person is someone who treats you well.

What good is it if someone has a great reputation outside but looks down on you?

If someone has a terrible reputation in the outside world, but treats you with utmost devotion and cherishes you like a treasure, that's true love.

Yun Shuyao rested her head on his right arm, her fingers resting on the scar on his left rib. She was so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open.

Yet he stubbornly maintained that posture, as if trying to smooth out his scars with his palm.

Xiao Fang turned to look at her, and with his other hand, he brushed the stray hairs that were damp with sweat from her forehead behind her ear.

"I had no idea you could cry so much."

Yun Shuyao didn't even have the strength to glare at him anymore, and only managed to whisper something.

"Whose fault is it?"

"Of course it's my fault."

Xiao Fang responded quickly and sincerely, but then lowered his head and touched the tip of her nose.

"Let's not be angry anymore, okay?"

Yun Shuyao was too weak to respond to him.

With the last bit of consciousness, she placed her hand on the new scar on Xiao Fang's left rib to confirm that his heart was still beating before letting herself prepare to drift off to sleep.

The moonlight outside the window was pale, and the old locust tree gently swayed its leaves in the night breeze.

The tent finally fell silent, with only the breaths of the two people mingling together, indistinguishable from one another.

They argue in bed and make up before they get out of bed.

Yun Shuyao finally understood that what he feared most was never swords or blades, but rather that she ignored him.

There will be plenty of ways to deal with him in the future.

Xiao Fang looked down at her sleeping face and placed a very light kiss on her forehead.

He also said something to himself.

There will be plenty of days to pamper her from now on.

On the day the Shen family's property was confiscated, Madam Shen was kneeling and chanting scriptures in the Buddhist hall in the backyard of the Prince's Mansion.

She didn't originally believe in Buddhism.

But over the years since she married into the Prince of Yi's household, she has developed a habit.

When I feel anxious, I go to the Buddhist hall and kneel for a while.

I don't ask for anything, I just want to find a place where no one will bother me.

The sandalwood scent in the Buddhist hall was so strong that it masked all other smells, including the inexplicable unease in her heart.

The maid Qiuhe quietly pushed open the door to the Buddhist hall, her face deathly pale.

"Your Highness...the Shen family...the Shen family's property has been confiscated."

The Buddhist prayer beads in Shen's hand snapped with a crack.