After leaving the palace, she took a deep breath. There were eunuchs keeping watch outside. When she saw Yuan Qing Ling coming out, she didn't step forward to stop her. She just bowed and saluted.
Yuan Qingling asked: "What time is it?"
"Go back to the princess, it's just past midnight."
Yuan Qing Ling walked down leisurely. A wind lantern was hung in front of the corridor, illuminating the yard with a blinding light.
She didn't go far, walked out of the yard, and sat down under a magnolia tree.
Everything is silent.
The sound of insects chirping and frogs croaking penetrated into his ears. Yuan Qingling closed her eyes and enjoyed the gifts of nature.
After a moment, she slowly opened her eyes and looked at the grass next to her with horror. She could actually understand the sounds of insects and frogs.
She was shocked to be able to understand Fu Bao's words. Now she can even understand the communication of insects and frogs. What happened? Is she dead? Is she a lonely soul? Are there really ghosts in this world?
Yuan Qingling suddenly felt a terrifying aura surrounding her in the darkness in the distance. She panicked, got up, and walked into the temple as if she was being chased by a ghost.
Tang Yang and Xu Yi were startled by her rough footsteps. They looked up at her and saw her hurriedly crawling onto the bed. They lifted up the quilt and got in.
Yu Wenhao was awakened and opened his eyes to look at her. Seeing that her face was pale and she was panting, he couldn't help but frown and asked, "What's wrong?"
Yuan Qingling leaned closer to him, "Afraid!"
"What are you afraid of?" Yu Wenhao was startled for a moment and felt her body trembling. She was really afraid.
Her head was buried under the quilt, her mind was in confusion, she felt fear for no reason, fear of the unknown.
A cold hand held her trembling hand!
The palms of his hands were rough and his fingers were slender. He held them tightly with the only strength he had.
Yuan Qingling felt that that hand seemed to have endless power, pulling down her floating heart in the air, pressing it, and holding it firmly in his hand.
She never thought that he would make such a heartwarming move. She thought he would laugh at her and scorn her.
Her head slowly emerged from the quilt, her two frightened eyes became dark and calm, and her whole person looked very weak and well-behaved.
Yu Wenhao felt an inexplicable tightening in his heart, and then he felt a bit of soreness and pain, as if being bitten by ants.
The arms were together again, Yuan Qingling indulged herself due to the fear in her heart, sucking hard, sucking in this short-term sense of security.
"What happened?" Yu Wenhao asked.
Yuan Qingling's voice became a little more choked up, "I miss home."
It was just a perfunctory reason at first, but after she said the word "homesickness", deep sadness and nostalgia came to her heart, like dense clouds that lingered. Her nose felt sour, and she buried her face in his arm, tears running down her cheeks.
out.
Since arriving here, she has experienced a series of pains with almost no pause. The harsh environment makes her unable and dare not cry loudly, as if once she cries, weakness will grow from the bottom of her heart and swallow her whole up.
There is no one to rely on here, and she has no right to be weak.
She could only convince herself that since she was a tadpole, she was the best and the smartest. Her IQ was as high as 180, and there was no situation that she could not handle.
However, at this moment, in front of an enemy, she had to allow herself to be weak.
Yu Wenhao felt the dampness on his arms and the twitching on her shoulders. Was he homesick? Maybe he was. After all, Tang Yang said that her family had rarely interacted with her since they knew she had fallen out of favor.
However, she was definitely not crying because she was homesick, she was crying because she was afraid.