She felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by his eyes, but she still looked up at Yi Jian with a smile on her face. The eyes on her calm face were as dark and beautiful as glass.
"I'm very tired after staying in Gu Yuan all day. I want to go out today...is that okay?"
Yi Jian's face was distant and cold, "No."
Zhong Qing held her breath for a moment, and her heart shrank tightly. Wasn't she allowed to go out?
She stiffened her body and never moved.
He never spoke.
But Yi Jian walked to the bed, looked at her, and continued: "That won't happen... love... remember... you are free."
you are free.
No one ever wants to trap you.
No one can trap you.
Unless it's yourself.
Zhong Qing was in love for a long time, but she didn't even think about the meaning of his words. She just sat there in a daze. When she came to her senses, she found that his eyes were bottomless and dark, and he could touch his emotions.
Looking at her sincerely.
Her loving eyes did not dare to meet his, so she could only quickly jump away and look at the floor-length mirror beside her.
She was disheveled, and he was dressed in leather and leather shoes.
One room is charming, the other is rotten.
There is nothing that makes people feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, it adds a bit of beauty.
Zhong Qing looked at the two people in the mirror and couldn't tell whether she was happy or sad in her heart... She always felt confused.
Yi Jian looked at her, with his back to the mirror, and his eyes were filled with sadness, surrounding him.
Zhongqing looked at the mirror. His back looked a little sad, as if he was accusing something.
She held the bed quilt with her fingers turned white and strained. She looked at Yi Jian reluctantly and smiled, and then she said, "Young Marshal... do you want to go out?"
Her tone fluctuated slightly, but Yi Jian didn't say a word, and his eyes didn't leave, but there was a layer of melancholy in his eyes.
He was waiting for her to look at him.
However, for a long, long time, she never turned her eyes.
He sighed, lowered his head, pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead, and then turned and left.
The back is straight and the jade trees are facing the wind.
Tears of love fell down with a puddle.
Why did she feel that his back was so sad for a moment, as if he was tightly surrounded by something sad?