Memories flooded back vividly, and Zhao Xiyan reflected with both regret and joy.
What he regretted was that he thought he had clearly understood Qi Yue, when in fact he hardly knew her at all.
And what brought him joy was all the things she had done for him; had she not cared, how could she have gone through with them?
He had been mistaken about her all along, presumptuously acting as if he were her older brother.
He had even misunderstood that she was actually going after the National Treasure and rashly written the divorce paper.
If Qi Yue encountered any danger because of that, how could he ever forgive himself?
"Zhao Xiyan, you bastard, hurry up and untie me!"
"Zhao Xiyan, I despise you, you petty man!"
Qu Wei's curses were unceasing.
The outsiders, regardless of their height or size, dared not approach and only watched from afar.
The other maids were even farther away from the front hall, ignorant of what was happening and inexplicably gossiping.
