She thought, as the second sister said, she had married the right person... She was not just marrying the young marshal, but the young marshal who had personally weaved for her bit by bit the shocking beauty and harmony.
Dreamland.
"Xiaoqing..."
I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly lowered his head and called softly to the woman in his arms.
This tone hides an unknown amount of affection and passion.
Her heart trembled when she heard it, and her whole body felt weak. She raised her head slightly, looked into the man's clear, dark and deep eyes, and nodded.
He lowered his head slightly and moved closer to her cheek. For a moment, she thought he was going to kiss her, but he stopped when he was only one centimeter away from her face.
He hugged her carefully, looked into her eyes, and shouted quietly with his lips.
"Xiaoqing..."
He shouted this name so smoothly and peacefully that her fingertips felt moved.
She looked at him seriously, thinking that he had something to say next, so she looked at him steadily, holding her breath, and waited.
"Xiaoqing..."
His voice had a slight tremor this time. He stretched out his hand, carefully and lovingly dragged her face, lowered his head, and kissed her forehead gently, warm and soft. She closed her eyes and heard him
In his mouth, he still said: "Xiaoqing..."
"Xiaoqing..."
"Huh?" Zhong Qing didn't understand why he kept muttering her name, and asked in surprise: "What's wrong?"
He didn't speak, just looked at her.
After a long while, he reached out his hand and took her into his arms, hugging her tightly.
He pressed her head against his chest.
She just felt that the hug he gave had such profound meaning that she couldn't understand it, but she could vaguely feel that he was sad, moved, and emotional.
She stretched out her hand, wrapped it around his waist, spoke again, and asked softly: "What's wrong with you?"
He didn't speak.
She vaguely felt warm liquid flowing through her neck.
ps: I accidentally went to the bookstore today and glanced at the readers' comments. I was really speechless. I recommend books. If you like it, read it. If you don't like it, don't read it. Am I being pampered? Who dotes on whom, but you have to do it.
I can't tell the difference between a joke and a joke, but I still have the nerve to accuse the author!
