Maybe he knew I would ask this, so he wasn't surprised. He looked up at me, his eyes so gentle that I could believe it, "You want to run away?"

I didn't answer, I just turned my head to the side, acknowledging it by default.

He said in a calm voice: "If you want to live, just accept your fate obediently."

I glared back at him and opened my mouth to defend, but he said first, "Even if you are not a maid, but the emperor wants you, you have to accept your fate and be your maid."

Hearing what he said, I felt very upset and aggrieved. In fact, I understood what he said. Maybe it had nothing to do with him.

But how could I not blame him? It was he who left me here, it was he who made me grieve and die, it was he who made me lose my freedom, and now he still makes me walk step by step into the palace of open and secret fights.

I stared at him for a while, feeling tired, so I lay back on the chair, closed my eyes, and the thoughts in my heart became clearer. It turns out that this is what it feels like to be mixed with love and hate.

Tears slipped from the corners of my eyes, and I didn't even notice it until a pair of cold hands tremblingly wiped my tears.

I cleverly tilted my face back and hurriedly opened my eyes. Seeing the pain on his face, I was stunned and opened his hand, "Don't cry like a cat, you are determined to send me to the palace."

His body froze, his hand stopped in mid-air, he became sad, and said slowly: "Do you really think so?" He paused for a while, and said to himself: "It turns out that I am so unbearable in your heart."

I sneered, making the muscles on my face hurt, and retorted: "Am I not so miserable in your heart?"

His gaze tightened, but I became bolder and said angrily: "You are always self-righteous and never listen to explanations. You only believe what you see in front of you. Don't you know how to take a closer look? Oh, I forgot,

You must be an unintentional person, so how can you use your heart? Because you are unintentional, you use other people's true feelings as a tool. If you need it, you will use it, and if you don't need it, you will trample on it. You don't understand me at all..." He stopped talking.

He swallowed the rest of the words and almost revealed his true feelings.

He just listened and did not refute. His upper and lower teeth were clenched, his facial muscles were tense, and his complexion was not good-looking. Maybe no one had ever accused him like this, but he still held back his anger. When I stopped talking, his expression gradually softened.

However, he still stared at me, and I looked at him. The room became silent for a moment, and a slight chill penetrated my heart. I thought of thousands of words, and I opened my mouth slightly to think about it, then closed it again, and that was it.

He stepped forward and didn't say anything. He just picked me up. I struggled, but he ignored me. He was so angry that he opened his mouth and bit his arm. His body shook slightly, but he didn't put down my arm.

mean.

Only when I felt a trace of blood on the tip of my tongue did I realize that I had bitten too hard and had broken the skin, so I hurriedly let go of my mouth in a panic.

He frowned tightly, but when he saw me looking at him, he reluctantly relaxed and showed a faint smile.

I found that my resistance was useless, so I stopped struggling and just quietly allowed him to do whatever he wanted.

He adjusted his cloak, wrapped me in it, and strode outside. The wind had begun to blow outside, and the wind was biting, so I took advantage of it while hiding in the cloak.

I saw him walking around the bamboo forest and garden, heading towards my house step by step.
Chapter completed!