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However, the beauty in her arms was still immersed in this dream without any awareness of awakening.

"The Stream."

Yang Junhao's energy increased a little more, and he became nervous in an instant, even a little scared and regretful.

If he had known that she was so sleepy, he would have sent her back soon.

Yang Junhao is now particularly guilty.

He shouldn't have been pestering her two worlds just because she's easy to talk to.

"Xiaoxi, wake up." Yang Junhao shouted in her ear.

Finally, the sweetheart in his arms reacted, frowned and opened his eyes, and when he saw Yang Junhao, his eyes were hot and surprised, "Big Brother."

Ye Xiaoxi suddenly straightened up, and then 'Oh...' Her head pressed against Yang Junhao's chin, "It hurts so much."

"Let me see if it's going on?" Yang Junhao moved away with pain and nervously helped her rub her curly hair. "Why are you so careless? It won't hurt if you rub it anymore, so hold on."

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that she kept silent, Yang Junhao asked nervously, "Does it still hurt?"

Ye Xiaoxi lowered her head and shook her head. However, Yang Junhao felt that she was in a very bad mood at the moment. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly saw Xiao Curly suddenly hugging him, "Big brother, let me hug him for a while, for a while."

"good."

Yang Junhao was just holding her stiff body there, without moving, without saying a word or asking why?

Although he was very worried at this moment, and his perception told him that it must have something to do with this dream.

But he knew that all the little curly needs is silent companionship at this moment, rather than breaking the casserole to ask the end.

When she wants to tell him, she will definitely tell her.

And when she didn't want to say it, he wouldn't force her.

After a long time, half of Yang Junhao's body became numb, and Ye Xiaoxi let go of him and pretended to accidentally wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Thank you, big brother."

Although he knew he was worried about him, what did she say?

Just when she was asleep just now, Ye Xiaoxi felt that the exquisite jade pendant hanging around her neck suddenly became hot. This burning sensation did not awaken her, but instead brought her to ancient times.

It brought to the ancient times when she lived for more than ten years, the Great Song Dynasty, which was not recorded in modern history.

She saw her daddy.

The elderly father stood in the attic of their Princess Mansion and looked down at the entire Princess Mansion. When he looked at this residence in Kyoto, the old prince consort did not have a satisfied smile on his face, but loneliness and sadness.

The maid and servant are busy at the bottom, but his heart is always empty.

I have been adapting for decades, but every time I stand in this attic, I still feel lonely.

He has been lonely for the rest of his life.

When Prince Ye raised his head again, tears still hang on his wrinkled face.

Since his daughter disappeared inexplicably, Mr. Ye has always had a hope in his heart that his daughter will come back one day.

So, after so many years, even though he wanted to leave and wanted to accompany the eldest princess, he still persisted for his daughter.

However, today, he may not be able to hold on.

"Longlong, where are you?" Ye Gongma called softly.

"I'm here, dad." Ye Xiaoxi, who was standing next to him, had already burst into tears. He wanted to reach out to grab the poor dad, but when he stretched out, he pulled the air through Prince Ye's body.

She couldn't catch him at all.

And he couldn't see her either.

Looking at such a father, Ye Xiaoxi's heart was as if she was shattered, and she called "Dad" over and over again.

However, the prince-mad Ye in front of him was nothing strange.

"What should I do? Longlong." Ye Fuma said guiltily, "Dad hasn't seen you yet, so why are you so good to see your mother if you lose you?"

"But Dad can't hold on anymore, what should I do?"

The old Mr. Ye grabbed the collar of his chest and cried silently, with a deep sense of self-blame and guilt in his voice.

"No, Dad, you didn't lose me. Dad, I'm fine. I just ran to another world..." Ye Xiaoxi explained to Prince Ye anxiously.

However, the person opposite could not hear it.

Maybe after crying for a while, Mr. Ye's mood finally calmed down. "Longlong, this family will remain the same. If you go home in the future and then your father is gone, you...you must be fine."

Speaking of this, Mr. Ye felt sad again.

Ye Xiaoxi turned his head and burst into tears. She had never seen such an old and fragile Prince Ye before.

She really wanted to go up and hug him, comfort him and tell him that she actually lived a good life in another world, so that he would not worry.

However, when Ye Xiaoxi hugged him, he caught nothing, but passed through Ye's body.

This time, she looked at Prince Ye directly, and then she realized that her father was older than she thought.

The little red mole at the end of his eyebrows appeared in front of Ye Xiaoxi with his frowning eyebrows.

She remembered that when she was a child, her mother would use charcoal pens to help Mr. Ye hide the mole at the end of the eyebrows.

My mother said that this red mole is too charming to put it here, and it is not suitable for my father's tall and powerful image.

Now, no one has helped him trace his eyebrows to cover the red mole, and no one has lie on him all day long, and then stroked the red mole at the end of his eyebrows with a little touch.

Ye Xiaoxi covered her mouth and felt sad.

Since she was reborn to modern times, she has been wondering for countless nights, what would the life of Mr. Ye be alone?

She even hoped that her father could find someone to live with him again, so that at least he was not lonely.

But now it seems that Dad would rather wait for her to come back here than live a new life.

"Mr. Prince Consort," Just then, a voice came from downstairs.

Ye Xiaoxi frowned when he saw his father, "Get out."

"Mr. Prince Consort," the voice downstairs hesitated for a moment and continued to speak, "There is someone coming over there."

"Let them get out." Mr. Ye was furious and raised his head. He beat a pot of flowers in the attic and fell to the ground.

"Go and tell those things, I, Ye Jinchun, are not dead yet, and my Longlong will definitely come back."

"Even if I die, they can't even move every piece of grass and tree in the eldest princess's mansion. These are my long-length ones."
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