I don’t know if it’s the wind or him!

The bodies of the two people are inside the curtain.

But she was isolated - a layer of curtain wrapped around her body, and he stood outside the wind, staring at her.

She also stared at him, her heart beating violently.

She would rather believe that it was a dream. Only in a dream could she look at him so unscrupulously.

He is old!

No, no, he is not old.

His silver hair, like some kind of luminous body, lingered around the curtains and brushed down from his shoulders. Sometimes, a few hairs floated up and echoed in the air.

Almost blurring his eyes.

Oh, his eyes - what kind of eyes are they?

Burning with fierce flames, it seemed like pain, like sadness, and even the haggardness and aging that couldn't be shaken from the corners of his eyes - he was old! He was really old.

It's just that he has aged so well.

At this moment, she even thought to herself, how old is he?

Luojia, the God of War, was 28 years old at the time. How old was he?

Why are his eyebrows so strong and handsome? Why is his body so straight?

Even the hot breath from his mouth - so hot in such a gloomy weather, passed from the curtains and almost reached her face - it was the breath of a man she was used to!

She suddenly covered her face.

See yourself in his pupils.

A woman who was extremely haggard, her eyes were swollen, her face was swollen, and even her body under her plain white clothes was shaking constantly.

She suddenly felt very cold and scared.

Yeah, is that Fangfei?

It turns out that I am the one who is getting old.

I have aged so terribly - my hair is all gray - and my whole person is already gray.

Since his "death", she has never had her youth.

She couldn't help herself and took a step back.

She actually didn't want to face him again.

No, if you want to leave here, you must leave here immediately. Never see him again - never want him to see you like this again.

She turned around, but lost her strength.

It has been pulled by the curtain, as if some mysterious force has been calling - just leave here, maybe, see him again, and I don't know when.

No, he won't come after me.

He absolutely won't.

Taking another step forward, there is the mourning hall of his son - the son he loved so much. He always regarded his son as more important than anything else - more important than himself.

How could he pay attention to himself at this time?

She suddenly felt so desperate.

Compared to when Lu Tai and others threatened him just now, he was even more at a loss.

It seems like this is the time when I am truly helpless.

Especially, such a long time - in fact, it was just a moment of relative contact. However, this scene had been in her mind for many years, so she felt that it was long and simply a kind of torture.

He didn't even intend to take the first half step.

She suddenly felt ashamed - she felt like a woman preparing to have an affair.

Think about it, the bones of Emperor Hongwen are not yet cold.

After thinking about it, Hong'er swept his coffin away...

But, who is he - he is Luojia!

Unable to hold on any longer, she turned around and left.

In a hurry, she opened the curtains, but they were wrapped in layers, just like the gloomy weather, wrapping up people and clear things - she struggled so fiercely that she almost tore the curtains apart.

A small cracking sound filled the air with a whimper.

She staggered away.

The arm was caught.

She couldn't believe it and didn't dare to look back.

My body instantly became so stiff.

"Little thing~!"

Such a hoarse voice.

She felt like she was struck by lightning, as if the voice was not real - no, no, no, it was all fake, even the warmth coming from the palm of her hand, the kind of generous, burning palm that belonged to a man - these were all fake...

She struggled a bit, but her hands had no strength at all.

She turned back to look at him, but, whether it was the wind or something else, the curtains floated up again and hung on his body. For a moment, she couldn't see him, and suddenly she took an anxious step forward.

At this time, the wind had just begun to blow.

Under the curtain, his face was revealed - she was taking a step forward and bumped into his arms.

He stretched out his hand and lowered his head. It was just right. Originally, it was just to support him, but it touched her lips——

Like a dragonfly touching water.

She looked at him in shock.

He also looked at her in shock.

The only warmth that came from her lips was her cold, trembling breath; it was also his hot, moist breath.

She closed her eyes slightly, and her body seemed to have lost the strength to support it - it was just a touch - not even a kiss, but her whole body had lost all strength.

She never expected that she would meet him again like this.

She couldn't even see the pain burning in his eyes - the pain of losing her son, the concern for her, the worry, the torment of years of lovesickness... She couldn't see it, not at all.

Only my own beating heart.

Hands touched his chest.

Feeling the heat coming from his chest - she was too cold. She was so cold at this moment that she urgently needed other heat support.

General dizziness.

She couldn't stand firmly.

The body is shaky.

He stared at her firmly, his eyes as hot as fire, always staring at her cold lips.

But I saw her licking her lips involuntarily——

She is completely unconscious.

I just feel that my lips are dry, as dry as my soul, without any moisture.

When the wind blows, it becomes dry and painful.

However, he stared closely - watching how the lips were slightly moist, just like he had just touched them.

There was even that familiar smell, a faint fragrance - after many years, this fragrance has been echoing in his mind and has never been blurred.

Even her cheeks have lost their former beauty and are so haggard.

And her hair - her hair, which was blacker and shiny than her eyes, was also gray.

Gray, just like the human heart.

"Father...you treat me so well...I still want to eat that pastry..."

"Your Majesty, I really like you a little bit..."

His heart suddenly trembled.

Just like her body right now.

She just looked up at him stupidly - at a certain moment, she was just like the little girl back then, so small, so ugly, magically looking at a novel adult - he had always been a novelty to her.

It's like a divine mansion.

She opened her lips slightly, almost shouting out of habit: "Father...Father..."

Just like her despair when he was about to die.
To be continued...