Chapter 600: Chapter 600: He had just really abandoned her
"Jun Moyan, I don’t want to be a princess, I just want to be your Xiaoguai."
Wen Xiao’ai’s voice was hoarse from crying, her small hands clutching his clothes, seeking comfort.
Wen Xiao’ai’s words made Jun Moyan hate his own identity, hate his own powerlessness, hate such an arrangement by destiny.
If he could, even if it were just an ordinary demon, even if it were just a devil, he would willingly become such an identity for her, just to have an equal lifespan with her, being able to always be with her would be enough.
But why did he have to be just an ordinary person?
Jun Moyan reached out and pulled Wen Xiao’ai into his arms with a pained heart, his utterly helpless voice sounding in her ear: "Silly, you might not be able to be my Xiaoguai for long, but you can always be a princess."
Wen Xiao’ai hugged him back, shaking her head: "I don’t want that, I would rather be your Xiaoguai for a lifetime than my own princess for a lifetime."
"Without a lifetime with Jun Moyan, no matter how long I live, I don’t want it."
Maybe she still didn’t understand love, but she already knew she couldn’t be apart.
Feelings don’t need her to understand thoroughly or articulate clearly, in her heart, having him above everything else is just right.
Jun Moyan closed his eyes, his arms slowly tightening around her body, inhaling the familiar scent from her hair and neck, holding her tighter, wishing he could merge her into his own body, never being apart for a lifetime.
"Jun Moyan, let’s go back to Huiwu Garden, shall we? Let’s go back now, I don’t want to be here," Wen Xiao’ai’s tearful voice rang out.
She reached out to push him, wanting him to take her back now.
She was afraid Ye Qi would come soon and forcibly take her back to the Demon Realm, never letting her out again, and then she would never see Jun Moyan again.
Jun Moyan still held her, not speaking.
It was a long time before he let her go.
He led her to the sofa to sit down, took those few bags of things over, and opened them.
He inserted the straw into the milk tea and handed it to her: "Your favorite drink."
In fact, he wasn’t out buying things just now.
He had really left Wen Xiao’ai behind, intending to return to the Capital City alone.
After she cried and fussed, perhaps in a fit of rage, she would return to the Demon Realm herself, and then there would be no more Jun Moyan in her life.
However, the moment he walked out of the hotel, he clearly heard the sound of his own heart shattering into pieces.
He fled in embarrassment, jumping into a taxi, trying to leave as quickly as possible.
The farther away from her, the better, but eventually, he still lost.
He couldn’t do it.
Wen Xiao’ai shook her head, looking tearfully at Jun Moyan: "I don’t want it, I won’t drink it anymore, won’t eat these anymore, Jun Moyan, let’s go back to Huiwu Garden."
Jun Moyan brought the milk tea to his lips, took a sip, and said: "Very sweet."
This was her third time tonight asking Jun Moyan to take her back to Huiwu Garden, but he hadn’t responded once.
She knew he was deliberately avoiding answering.
He had far more concerns than she did, and his heart was far less steadfast than hers.
Because she was unafraid, she feared nothing for his sake.
And he, on the contrary, feared everything she was not afraid of.
Wen Xiao’ai climbed onto the sofa, knelt on his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled up, whispering coquettishly in his ear: "...Jun Moyan, can we go home?"
Jun Moyan’s heart twisted tightly, aching and cold.
In Wen Xiao’ai’s tone, he heard more of a plea.
What virtues or abilities did he have to deserve such a noble princess treating him this way?