As she was almost at her own tent, a familiar figure appeared in front of him. Nangong Yi suddenly stopped walking, and his handsome face immediately darkened. He coldly looked at Helana and said, "Why haven't you left yet?"
Helana tugged at the corners of her mouth, a bitter taste welling up in her heart. She wasn't foolish—she could see the man's indifference and perfunctory attitude, but she was powerless to resist; her love for him had seeped deep into her bone marrow. Even though she knew he despised her, she still couldn't control her desire to be close to him, to see him. For him, dignity no longer mattered!
"King Qin, the road isn't safe, so I thought I might return with the army!"
She dared not say she wanted to go back with him, but rather with the army. Otherwise, knowing the man as she did, he would surely refuse her outright. Having known him for seven or eight years, she had spent every day studying his temperament, so she knew exactly what to say to avoid rejection.