Yi Jian just turned her head and glanced at her, but there wasn't much emotion in her eyes.
His breath was cold, as if it was not him who had touched her skin just now.
Zhongqing pursed her lips and lowered her head subconsciously, feeling that her heart was full of grievances. She knew clearly that this grievance was caused by being disrespected by a man.
In fact, she chose her own path, and she doesn't seem to have much room for grievance.
If, at that time, she married him...
Zhongqing suddenly shook her head, how could she have such an idea to marry him?
She won't marry him!
He had too many troubles, and... she was also afraid... afraid that she would follow in her mother's footsteps.
In fact, women are always like this, swearing that they don't love her, but later on, she loves her more crazily than anyone else.
In fact, men are always like this, swearing that they love her very much, but in the end, they are more ruthless and direct than anyone else!
Is it the woman who is sad? Or is it the man who is in the fun?
A touch of sarcasm flashed through Zhong Qing's eyes. She would never become one of those women!
Yi Jian slowly turned his head away and moved his lips, as if he wanted to speak, but in the end he chose silence, without even looking at her. Instead, he closed his eyes and began to relax.
Zhongqing stood there stupidly, not knowing what to do.
Did he let her go or not?
She looked at the man with his eyes closed in front of her. He was stunningly beautiful, gorgeous, and noble, and she hesitated in her heart.
Under the flickering light, his outlines were perfect and soft. He casually lowered his head with his arms and squinted his eyes. He looked so leisurely and elegant.
Zhong Qing spoke again and said softly: "Young Marshal, Zhong Qing has withdrawn."
His eyelashes trembled, and she knew he heard her. Seeing that he had no trace of speaking, she turned around and left with his heavy body.
She seemed to be really tired and staggered when she walked. When she came down the stairs, she almost fell to the ground because her legs were weak.
Xu Ang understood the young marshal, and when he saw such love, he couldn't help but asked: "Miss Zhong, why don't you take a rest first and stay with the young marshal for a while before leaving?"
Zhongqing subconsciously replied: "No!" Without waiting for Xu Ang to speak, she walked out of the house.
As she came out, the expression of the young commander standing halfway up the stairs became increasingly cold...
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