Zhong Qing moved her lips, actually wanting to say something, but in the end she still felt unable to speak, so she turned her head slightly and continued to look out the window, avoiding Yi Jian's gaze staring at her.
As she moved, her hair swayed slightly, and for some reason, Yi Jian's eyes looked a bit sad.
He felt that at this moment, the woman in front of him was sad.
His heart also shrank, and then he walked up to her side, stretched out his hand, picked up her long hair, put it in his hand, stared into her eyes, and asked in a low voice:
"Not happy?"
Zhongqing calmed down, and she quickly restrained her sorrowful thoughts, forcing herself not to think about the dead child, and smiled reluctantly at the young marshal, "No... the young marshal married me, it was too late to be happy.
How can you be sad?"
Yi Jian looked at her but said nothing. His eyes seemed to see through her. A thin line of sweat broke out on her forehead and her palms became moist. She raised her head calmly and looked at
Yi Jian naturally changed the subject: "Is the eldest lady gone?"
Deep in her heart, she felt a sense of guilt. Did she take advantage of him?
Yi Jian had turned her head and stopped looking at her. A layer of ice appeared in her eyes. She didn't know what she was thinking. It took a long time before she replied with one word: "Yeah."
Zhong Qing didn't say anything. When she saw his appearance, she thought he was unhappy. Naturally, her mind was quite active, thinking about how to make him happy. She gritted her teeth, with a sense of risk, and moved toward his face.
I rubbed against him, next to his arm, and pressed against him tightly.
Her movements were cautious and somewhat reserved, and her heart was beating like a deer.
Yi Jian's body tensed up, and he silently allowed her to throw herself into his arms. He just felt a coldness gathering in his heart.
She had never thought about opening her heart to him.
Loss, sadness, gathering.
The young marshal lowered his head, with some indescribable fire dancing in his eyes, as if he was about to get angry. However, once he gets angry, he may break the only beauty he has now. In the end, he slowly
The fire in my heart was extinguished.
He took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to her.
