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Hundreds of meters away.
Lan Tianyu withdrew his gaze, the scorching heat from the dragon talisman still lingering on his palm.
That devastating attack just now was his way of returning the favor before he left.
Those demonized superpowered individuals drawn by the Soul Collection Song.
Although Xiong Ge and Xia Liu had wiped out most of them, since they dared to covet it, they should be prepared for total annihilation.
Leaving no one alive and eliminating all traces is his consistent approach.
……
Xia Mansion.
Summer, standing guard by the gate, paced back and forth like an ant on a hot pan, her face filled with anxiety.
When he saw everyone appear before him unharmed, his furrowed brows instantly relaxed, and he instinctively rushed over.
"Mom, Grandpa, Xiu, come back..."
Summer's excited voice abruptly stopped when she saw the last two people appear, as if an invisible hand had gripped her throat.
His gaze was fixed on Han, and his heart suddenly shattered.
At this moment, Han was holding Lan Tianyu's arm tightly, almost leaning against his tall and broad side.
Under the sunlight, Han's face still had a blush that hadn't completely faded, and her eyes were bright and focused as she looked at Lan Tianyu.
Like a red-hot blade, it pierced the hopeful heart of summer.
He felt his mind go blank and his ears were ringing.
As if all my strength had been drained, my legs went weak, and I felt as if I had been hit by an invisible hammer.
His body staggered backward uncontrollably, crashing heavily against the cold porch wall.
His face drained of all color in an instant, turning paler than paper.
He instinctively braced himself against the wall to avoid slipping to the ground.
Although he vaguely sensed that Han's gaze towards Tianyu was somewhat different.
Although he knew that Brother Tianyu was powerful and reliable, he had attracted Han's attention.
But he never imagined that this day would come so quickly and so decisively.
He thought he still had a chance; he thought that as long as he silently protected her, one day Han would see his feelings.
But the scene before him was like a bucket of ice water, completely extinguishing the last glimmer of hope in his heart.
A chilling despair and loss overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.
He leaned against the wall, his face ashen.
Staring blankly at the two people nestled together, he felt as if the whole world had lost its color.
Han also saw the undisguised disappointment in Xia Tian.
Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of confusion flashed in her clear eyes.
She could vaguely sense that Xia Tian was interested in her, but she didn't know where these feelings came from.
After all, he didn't actually have many interactions with Xia Tian.
Doubts lingered in my mind.
Han released Lan Tianyu's hand without a sound, her fingertips quietly forming a simple mark in her sleeve. Her cherry lips moved slightly, and she lowered her voice to recite:
···Requesting flowers···· ·····
"Radeyomain, Ulabah!"
Mind reading
hum!
Subtle energy fluctuations, like ripples, silently swept across a few steps away, as Xia Tian leaned against the wall, lost in thought.
In an instant.
Countless chaotic and fragmented images flooded Han's mind like a tide.
She quickly filtered out the irrelevant everyday fragments and precisely captured a long-forgotten yet exceptionally clear memory.
The picture shows myself as a child, wearing a pretty dress in a small park full of flowers.
Across from me was a little boy who looked somewhat timid, but had a warm smile; it was Xia Tian from my childhood.
The two seemed to be having a lot of fun.
As we parted, my little self seemed to really want to play with summer.
.. . ...
She took a pretty hair clip with a little flower on it from her head, put it in the little boy's hand, and said something sweetly.
The little boy, clutching the hair clip tightly, watched his departing figure with eyes full of reluctance.
Screen transition.
In the summers of my childhood, I would carefully take out a treasured little box and open it in the quiet of the night.
Inside lay quietly the little flower hair clip, which had faded somewhat but was still well-preserved.
He gently stroked the hair clip, a tender and nostalgic smile on his face.
That smile held a pure and unwavering affection that had been cultivated over the years.
Han's consciousness instantly withdrew.
I see……
The seed of that feeling had been planted so long ago in my childhood.
That little hair clip became the most precious keepsake in Xia Tian's heart, supporting his silent vigil year after year.
Han felt a mix of emotions, including surprise at the purity and depth of their affection, and a touch of pity.
But, that's all.
This deep affection, stemming from a childhood encounter, could not shake her burning and unwavering love for Lan Tianyu, which blossomed during their life-or-death ordeal.
She is even less likely to waver in her heart because of the other party's deep affection.
She had to make Xia Tian give up completely.
This is not only for myself, but also for the good of summer.
After all, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.
Han decided to find a suitable opportunity to have a proper talk with Xia Tian alone, to clearly tell him that her heart already belonged to someone else, and to let him let go of this hopeless obsession.
[201] Xiu was disappointed in him for not living up to his potential!
Lan Tianyu, who was standing nearby, naturally heard the subtle mind-reading incantation.
He raised an eyebrow, somewhat curious about who Han had used this ability on.
But he didn't ask any questions.
He respected Han's privacy.
If she's willing to tell him, she will.
If they are unwilling, there's no point in asking further.
When Xiong Ge saw his son looking so dejected, as if the sky had fallen, he felt both heartache and helplessness.
She quickly walked to Xia Tian's side, held his slightly trembling shoulders, and lowered her voice, speaking with a mother's tenderness:
"Silly child, there are plenty of fish in the sea, and you can't force matters of the heart."
"You're a good boy, you deserve a better girl. There's no need to hang yourself on this one tree, you know?"
Xia Tian lowered her head upon hearing this, her body trembling slightly.
He bit his lower lip tightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only let out a suppressed whimper, "Two, one, three," and nodded with empty eyes.
Clearly, he hadn't listened to his mother at all; he seemed completely smitten.
Xiu, standing not far away, witnessed the entire scene.
He looked at Xia Tian, who was dejected and timid after suffering a setback, and his two sword-like eyebrows were tightly furrowed together. A sharp light of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
"She's too weak-willed."
"They back down when faced with challenges and lack resilience."
"No matter how amazing his potential is, with his current mentality and personality, there is absolutely no way he can shoulder the responsibility of the ultimate Iron Man."
"This is a complete waste of talent."
Xiu judged in his heart.
No!
Xiu's eyes sharpened.
Such a promising talent cannot be wasted like this.
He had to find a way to severely correct Xia Tian's cowardly character.
Let him understand what the heart of a true strongman is.
Let him learn to face setbacks, rather than be defeated by them.
Each with their own thoughts, the group walked through the courtyard and into the living room.
Hearing the commotion, Xia Yu and Xia Mei immediately ran downstairs.
Seeing that everyone had returned safely, the two visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
Xia Mei spotted Xiu, a man with a unique aura and a cool demeanor, at a glance, and her eyes lit up instantly.
She completely ignored all obstacles and rushed to Xiu in a few strides, grabbing his arm with extreme boldness.
"Xiu, we meet again."
"You're so handsome! Even more handsome than last time."
Xia Mei excitedly shook Xiu's arm, her infatuation fully unleashed, her voice sweet and cloying.
Xiu was caught off guard by this sudden burst of enthusiasm, his body stiffening and his signature cool demeanor almost crumbling.
He instinctively tried to pull his arm out of Xia Mei's clutches, but Xia Mei held on tightly, using all her strength.
No matter how hard he tried to move it, the arm remained motionless, as if it were clamped in an iron clamp.
Xiu could only helplessly give up the struggle, trying his best to maintain a polite and distant smile on his face, but in his heart he was speechless and questioned the heavens.
He, the dignified leader of the East City Guard, the premier combat unit, was actually humiliated in public by a little girl and left completely defenseless.
If this gets out, his lifelong reputation will be ruined.
Seeing this, Han's gaze also fell on Xia Mei.
This girl almost caused her soul to be scattered.
But at this moment, looking at Xia Mei's carefree and infatuated expression as she clings to Xiu, he sees...
Then she thought of the efforts Xiong Ge and Xia Liu made to save her and protect her.
She is not a vengeful person, but she is by no means a saint who repays evil with good.
Upon thinking of this, Han Qingleng's cold gaze softened slightly.
She took a soft breath and whispered to Xia Mei, "Xia Mei."
Xia Mei was immersed in the joy of capturing a handsome man when she heard this and was stunned for a moment, looking at Han blankly.
Han looked at Xia Mei, his tone calm and resigned:
"For the sake of Xiong Ge and Grandpa, I will let bygones be bygones."
Xia Mei blinked, and it took her a few seconds to realize what Han meant.