Drunk, he collapsed in front of his door. If he hadn't heard the sobbing coming from outside the door, Xuanyuan Mengying would have never known that there was Sun Zhaozhou outside the door.
His voice was soft, and he cried so hard that he covered his mouth and did not dare to make a sound, for fear of being heard by the people in the room.
"Squeak——"
Opening the door, Xuanyuan Mengying lowered her head. The bright moonlight cast shadows from the trees and hit him who was huddled in front of the door. She felt sour in her heart.
The seven-foot man bleeds, sweats and sheds no tears. But he cried like a child.
Hearing the sound of the door being opened, Sun Zhaozhou quickly turned around, a trace of astonishment flashed across his face, and then he apologized repeatedly to Xuanyuan Mengying: "Ah Ying, Ah Ying, I'm sorry, Ah Ying, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
His cheeks were red and his whole body was in a state of confusion. When he saw the person he was thinking of suddenly appearing in front of him, he immediately thought that he had woken her up and apologized profusely.
It's his fault. When the emperor first wanted to marry A-Ying, he should have hired her immediately when he got the chance.
Opportunity comes.
It's all his fault, it's all his fault. Even if he wants to sneak in to see A Ying now, he can still wake her up.
"Snapped--"
Suddenly he stretched out his hand and slapped himself on the face. A clear slap sounded, and the next second, a clear slap mark appeared on the left side of Sun Zhaozhou's face.
He is so useless!
He is so useless!!!
Xuanyuan Mengying remained silent. She just looked at him with her eyes without making any movement.
Drunk Sun Zhaozhou, even his voice was trembling. He spoke vaguely and stretched out his hand to touch Xuanyuan Mengying, but before his hand could touch her, he fell to the side.
"Brother Zhaozhou!"
Xuanyuan Mengying was startled and quickly stepped forward to support him, "Brother Zhaozhou..."
Her voice trembled, and she reached out to touch his forehead, but he grabbed it.
His eyes were red and tears kept falling: "Aying, come with me... Come with me, okay..."
Tears fell uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes. Xuanyuan Mengying knelt down, stretched out her hand to describe the facial features of the person in front of her, and finally helped him pull away the broken hair from his temples, "You are drunk."
"Brother said that as long as you are willing, you can help us arrange everything. Ah Ying, you are just a woman. Regardless of your status as a princess, you are no different from ordinary people. I know that you like me, and so do I. Ah Ying.
Ying, come with me." Sun Zhaozhou reached out and hugged Xuanyuan Mengying tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to embed her into his body, "Follow me."
"You're drunk." Xuanyuan Mengying tried to push him away, but she couldn't. Maybe she didn't want to push him away either.
Regardless of her identity as a princess, the thing she couldn't get rid of was her shackles-like identity. If she really left Sun Zhaozhou and escaped from the land of right and wrong, how innocent would the people involved be.
That's it, as a princess, do what a princess should do.
"A Ying, I will wait for you. I will wait for you here. As long as you are willing, I will take you to escape at all costs." Sun Zhaozhou closed his eyes. He felt so tired, the kind of tired body and mind that he wished he could find.
He was tired from lying in a deserted place. He hated himself for being useless, and even more hated himself for not having the ability to resist and fight for a chance for the person he loved.
He is a waste.
Xuanyuan Mengying chuckled and patted his back: "I believe in you, brother Zhaozhou."
Her brother Zhaozhou has always been a brave man, and she believes in her brother Zhaozhou.
