Every time Lin Hataimu was delighted, Shi'er's words would instantly bring him to the bottom of desire.

There were many roses, but Shi'er was just one of them. It just so happened that her rose had been plucked from the branch by him mercilessly. She could not bloom for long beside him, and once she withered, she would never bloom again.

“Shi’er… I’ve already dealt with the matter between Luo Lan Minmin and me. She won’t bother me anymore. She’s thought it through and she shouldn’t dream of becoming my wife.

There's no way she and I will ever be together.

If I could, I would give up the entire Loujin, just you alone would be enough."

Lin Hataimu held Shi'er's hand and spoke to her sincerely with tears in his eyes.

"What about your parents? What about the people of Loujin? Don't you care about their lives or deaths? You are Lin Hazhen's only son, the hope of all the herdsmen in Loujin.

You are their young master, and you will eventually become the master of Loujin. If Loujin is in turmoil again, can you watch them suffer?"

"No, the civil unrest in Loujin has been resolved, and what happened before will never happen again," Lin Hatam explained.

"Really? Do you know how many times such incidents have happened since Lou Jin was founded?" Shi'er asked back.

Linha Taimu had never calculated the exact number of times. In his memory, there were at least three times. Two of them were the rebellions of the uncles of the Linha family, and the other was Luo Lanminmin.

This happened more often before my father Lin Hazhen, most of which were due to disagreements caused by the uneven distribution of land in Lou Jin.

Lin Hataimu was silent for a long time, and then he looked up at Shi'er. He forced back the tears in his eyes.

"Shi'er... have you ever liked me? Even a little bit?" Lin Hataimu asked affectionately: "When you came back before, those words you said to me were because you had feelings for me? You were afraid that I would get hurt? You hoped that I would come back safely, right?"

He didn't want to use a dead rose to probe Shi'er's mind anymore, he just wanted to know her thoughts directly.

Shi'er had seen too many handsome men, including her dad and her five brothers, all of whom were handsome. In comparison, Lin Hataimu was just a handsome man with an exotic look.

She admitted that she was a woman who liked to look at faces, just like Guoguo.

Lin Hataimu treated her very well, and she was very excited, but apart from gratitude, there was no love between men and women at all.

As for what she said to Lin Hataimu when he came to Wujiabao to help, it was just to calm him down and not let him have any undue thoughts and something happen on the battlefield.

"Lin Hataimu, you are very good. Apart from my family, you are the only person of the opposite sex who is nice to me. I know you like me, but... I can't..."

She couldn't like him, she was dying, her illness couldn't be cured by her mommy and uncle Shi Qingfeng, she couldn't be with him, and let him watch her life disappear bit by bit.

Shi'er's blunt rejection hurt Lin Hataimu's heart deeply.

"This is for you."

Shi'er gave Lin Hataimu a sunflower made of paper.

She had folded it this morning and had intended to give it to Dilina so that she could pass it on to Lin Hataimu, because she knew that Lin Hataimu would definitely come to Wujiabao to find her again.

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