After he walked away, Xiao Jue turned around, glanced at Liusu on the ground indifferently, and said sarcastically: "I have let your old lover go, and you, huh, bear the consequences of this yourself. This is
You asked for it."
Liusu lay on the ground, motionless, as if she had not heard his words. The evening breeze blew, her ink hair was flying, and her slender fingers were long and elegant, but there was an eerie silence.
"Fang Liusu, get up!"
Liusu remained motionless, which was so weird that Xiao Jue's eyelids twitched. He hurriedly knelt down, grabbed her shoulders without mercy and forced her to look up. She had a face as pale as snow, and the temperature was so hot that Liusu had already fainted.
passed.
Xiao Jue's heart twisted and he felt a suffocating pain.
"Damn it!" He quickly picked her up and shouted outside, "Come on, call the doctor!"
The roaring sound startled the resting birds in the palace, and they flew up from the trees in clusters, flapping their wings and making displeased cries.
The guards outside the door were already alarmed and quickly went to call for the doctor.
Zi Ling stood outside the door anxiously, not daring to go in without Xiao Jue's summons. The handkerchief in her hand was almost broken, and she kept looking at the closed door worriedly.
Although they had not been together for a short time, Zi Ling had an inexplicable affection for the princess.
A woman who is as elegant as a chrysanthemum and as deserted as a plum blossom, is so light and calm, so pitiful.
Xiao Jue probed her forehead, and there was a frightening high temperature, burning the palm of his hand. This delicate face was as pale as paper, but it did not lose any elegance.
Even though she was sick, she didn't say a word. If he had just walked away in a rage, she would have passed out and spent the night on the ground.
"What kind of magic power do you have that can keep my eyes on me again and again?" Xiao Jue looked at her with cold eyes, a little confused. Does it look like Yao'er's back? Or is she calm and free? Or is she clearly charming?
A weak but tough soul?
She doesn't have Fang Jinxiu's beauty and fragrance, nor Liu Xueyao's innocence and charm. She is like a chrysanthemum in the morning light, light and unobtrusive, not taking away anyone's light, and no one can cover it up.
Her grace.
Why did this woman shake his heart so much?
"Sister..." Liusu, who was in a coma, only remembered the most important person to her. Every time she fell ill, Jinxiu was by her side to take care of her wholeheartedly, the person who warmed her cold life.
"elder sister……"
Xiao Jue's expression changed, and he stood up suddenly. His coldness was so cold that it made people tremble. His evil eyes glowed with a enchanting scarlet color. Yes, he would never forget Liu Xueyao's death.
It's their sisters' fault.
Xiao Jue no longer looked at Liusu, and walked away with a cold expression on his face.
