"Last time I took the dogs out without saying anything, he got really angry. He thought I was trying to escape and locked me in a room for punishment, even locked the two dogs in the basement. Today is his birthday, and I wanted to take this opportunity to plead for the two dogs, but accidentally offended him again. He... he even ordered people to kill the King and Queen and make dog meat hot pot... boo hoo hoo hoo!"

Saying this, Liang Anya was both angry and sad, unable to stop herself from sobbing.

"Plead for two dogs?" Fei Han’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, then he smiled: "I think the Hall Master of Beiming Hall must really like your loveliness."

She gritted her teeth and choked: "Like me? He just treats me like a dog!"

Fei Han looked at her: "Actually, I can understand why he’s angry. For the time you’ve been locked up, you probably haven’t actively reached out to him, apologized or softened your stance, right?"

"Hmm."

"So, now you lower yourself to plead for two dogs, he is naturally jealous. In his woman’s heart, he finds himself not even comparable to two dogs, what man would be happy about that?"

She was slightly taken aback.

Jealous? How could it be? Would Si Yuheng be jealous of her?

He just doesn’t like being looked down upon by others, he’s just a violent maniac, a murderer!

Oh no, now he’s not just a murderer, he’s also a dog abuser!

She clutched the corner of her clothes angrily, twisting it hard as if it were that man.

Fei Han’s gaze was fixed intently on her face, his eyes growing deeper.

In an instant, it seemed to stir some emotions: "Your current expression is really similar to hers."

"Her?" Liang Anya temporarily gathered her thoughts.

Obviously, the ’her’ from Fei Han’s words was a woman.

Fei Han gently took a sip of coffee, regaining his composure.

"The ’her’ you just mentioned, is she your girlfriend?" Liang Anya curiously asked.

He didn’t shy away, calmly saying: "She’s my lover. Every time she gets angry and sulks, her gaze and little gestures are very similar to yours."

So... Fei Han has a lover.

However, a gentleman like him, handsome and suave, of course, would have women who fancy him. It would be strange if he didn’t have a girlfriend!

"Really similar? Do you have a photo? Let me see." Liang Anya’s attention was quickly drawn to the girlfriend he mentioned, feeling somewhat curious.

Ever since meeting Fei Han, it’s mostly been him asking about her situation, while she barely knows anything about his affairs.

And who knows what kind of lover such a gentle, handsome man exuding nobility would have?

Surely, a peerlessly beautiful woman!

Since they are a couple, there must be intimate photos or pictures of the other on his phone.

His faint smile froze at the corners of his lips, falling silent.

Liang Anya suddenly realized, oh dear, she was being too talkative.

He only said she was his lover, but didn’t say she’s his lover now; they might have broken up!

Sure enough, Fei Han spoke: "I don’t have her photos. Once had them, but later deleted them all."

"Sorry, Fei Han," she guessed deeper in her heart, indeed they broke up.

Seeing her expression, he knew she misunderstood, and said: "We didn’t break up."

"Ah? Not broken up? Then..."

Fei Han’s eyes briefly unfocused, finally, he spoke softly: "She passed away."

Liang Anya’s heart skipped a beat, unable to immediately know what to say, somewhat regretting asking about such a sad topic.

Fei Han deleted all his lover’s photos, probably for fear of triggering more sorrow...

"I’m sorry, I didn’t know." She quickly stopped this topic and didn’t ask further.

"It’s okay, you trust me enough to tell me about your matters. If I didn’t share anything with you, it would be too stingy. Ask whatever you want." Fei Han made an effort to smile, indicating it was fine.

Only then did Liang Anya relax a bit and couldn’t help but ask: "She must have been very young, how did she pass away? Was she sick?" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Fei Han shook his head, his lips forming a near sorrowful yet restrained angry smile: "She was shot."

Liang Anya’s heart raced even faster.

Fei Han’s lover died a violent death.

Although she had only met Fei Han twice, she could tell he was someone good at restraining emotions, remaining calm and composed.

Yet at this moment, his knuckles were tightly clenched, seemingly trying hard to control his body’s trembling, which showed how pained he was.

The man before him must still be deeply grieved over his lover’s passing.

A person who dares not keep photos of a deceased partner must love them deeply.

In certain Western countries, where carrying firearms is legal, shooting cases happen far more frequently than in China.

While she was studying in Italy, there were two campus shootings in the neighboring district in the same year. After the perpetrator was caught, a daring roommate went to see it, saying the whole campus was a bloodbath, stained red, terrifying.

She never imagined someone near her had gone through such an ordeal.

"How could this happen... I’m sorry, Fei Han..." She steadied her emotions.

"You’re not the one who should be apologizing, the one to apologize should be the perpetrator." He tried to rein in his fluctuating emotions.

"Fei Han, from what you’re saying, hasn’t the perpetrator been brought to justice?"

Fei Han weakly nodded.

She asked no more, instinctively moving forward, kneeling down and holding his hand: "Among us Chinese, there’s a saying ’The net of heaven has wide meshes, but it lets nothing through,’ those who have done wrong will surely face retribution!"

"Really? You also believe those who have done wrong will face retribution?" Fei Han’s eyes flashed with an inexplicable sheen.

"Yes!"

His slightly cold words spilled out one by one from between his teeth: "I think so too."

Liang Anya felt his fingertips suddenly grow very cold.

At that moment, Fei Han withdrew his hand, regained his spirit, and smiled: "Alright, I’m fine."

"Really okay?" Liang Anya still felt a little worried.

"Yes, really okay." Fei Han’s lips moved, teasingly saying: "Therefore, cherish your loved ones around you. Don’t fight over trivial things, or when you truly lose them, you might not have the chance to make up."

"What are you talking about..." Liang Anya’s face reddened with embarrassment, and she sat back on the sofa.

She knew Fei Han was using his painful example to advise her not to continue arguing with Si Yuheng.

But...

How could it be the same?

Fei Han and his lover were mutually in love, deeply caring for each other.

What about her and Si Yuheng?

Compared to them, it was laughable.

...

It was getting late.

Fei Han looked at his watch and stood up: "Let’s go back."

She really wanted to just run away, never returning to the castle, but she couldn’t.

If she were alone, she could go anywhere.

But Xiaoxiao was still at the castle.

How could she leave Xiaoxiao behind and go?