CHAPTER 265: CHAPTER 263: A LATE CONFESSION 12

The short five minutes felt longer than a century.

Throughout it all, aside from a muted groan and a single sentence, Ji Yebai did not make a sound.

Ning Xixi was sobbing uncontrollably.

How could he possibly not be in pain?

The sounds of punches and kicks were unbearably piercing.

Ji Yebai, you fool, you didn’t have to bother about me.

You could have continued being your arrogant, high-and-mighty young master, instead of enduring this agony for me.

Bitterness spread across the ocean of her heart, while her sobbing cries resembled a wronged animal’s wail.

Sorrow backtracked and engulfed her whole being.

Third Master was originally laughing, but as time passed, his smile gradually faded, and his gaze towards Ji Yebai turned complex.

Finally, the five minutes were up.

Everyone stopped their actions, and Scarface seized the chaos to kick Ji Yebai one more time, having hit the hardest during those five minutes!

Ji Yebai’s hawk-like gaze, cold and sharp, shot towards him!

Scarface shivered all over and quickly hid behind the crowd.

Ji Yebai propped himself up with one hand, a simple action that was excruciating to the bone.

Veins were bulging on his long arm, as he struggled to stand, coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, wiped the bloodstains with his sleeve, and straightened his spine, standing tall like a proud and unwavering green pine.

"Third Master, can we let her go now?"

Casual and light, without a trace of pain.

Hearing his voice, Ning Xixi hurriedly opened her eyes, and seeing him standing there tall and erect, her eyes reddened once again.

"Ji Yebai..."

Just his name alone made her choke up.

Third Master released Ning Xixi and sighed, "You don’t have a good father, but... it seems you’ve found a good man."

He remembered the bright and gentle Song Weiyang he met in his youth, the undisputed beauty of Ying City with a bevy of suitors, himself included.

But that woman rejected him, saying, "I’ve met a man, and I believe we will be together forever, until our hair turns gray."

He remembered Song Weiyang’s brilliant, youthfully radiant smile for a lifetime.

Not long after she died, he heard that Ning Jingshen had found new love, the women by his side changed several times, and he was even about to remarry recently.

The woman he couldn’t obtain was thus forgotten by the man she deeply trusted, at the end of time.

So even if he lived a life of glory because of this one matter, he ultimately couldn’t find peace.

This girl, with a face so similar to Song Weiyang’s, he knew at a glance she was her daughter.

Third Master lowered his eyelids, waved his hand wearily, "You can go."

Ning Xixi ran to Ji Yebai’s side cautiously, not daring to touch him, blinking her big eyes timidly.

"Hey, although this young master’s face is injured, I’m still very handsome, okay? You don’t need to look so scared. Come and give me a hug."

"But your injuries..."

Before her sentence was finished, she was pulled into Ji Yebai’s embrace.

The warm breath he exhaled during his breaths showered on her ear, making her feel tingly.

His voice, slightly reproachful, came through in a whisper, "I can’t stand steady anymore, and you still won’t hug me. Ah, to think I saved a little ungrateful one~"

Ning Xixi couldn’t help but laugh, and as she laughed, her tears fell even more fiercely.

He, so proud, so domineering, so radiant, was now admitting that he couldn’t even stand steady; just how heavy were his wounds? How painful?