So Jiu'er smiled, became happy, and ascended to heaven...
At the same time, I was glad in my heart, fortunately, her specialness was not the specialness of the heroines in those novels.
It's not a rude behavior like eating meat and drinking alcohol, but it is considered to be straightforward and special.
She doesn't snore and grind her teeth while sleeping, but she is still considered cute and has a really good nature.
Fortunately, I don’t just shout that I want equality between men and women and that I want freedom, and then I will be considered special.
Fortunately, I didn’t steal some poems that I just didn’t know why, and make the listeners mistakenly think that the person reading them has some weird thoughts...
so far so good……
"Wen Renjue, I give you full marks for this answer."
Jiu'er was happy. Wen Renjue was confused by the word "perfect score", but as long as Jiu'er was happy, it would be fine.
At this time, he was like accompanying a family member of a terminally ill patient. As long as the patient could be happy, he could wear colorful clothes and entertain relatives... However, no matter how he smiled on his face, there was always worry and heartache hidden in his heart.
It was the heartache of possibly losing her.
Why did he fall in love with her? As he said, she was special. However, this was by no means a reason. However, when he saw her falling off the cliff, the feeling called love was like a volcano erupting.
The surge of blood was unstoppable, and it was so fierce that it almost burned his soul.
I have forgotten how that period of time passed. I only know that he did not get drunk to relieve his worries, did not cry, did not scream, but quietly took Qinhe back to the other village, and then sent all his people to find her.
, whether it is a person or a corpse, even if it is eaten by wild beasts, he will find those beasts one by one and let them spit her out...
He ate his food every day and did everything he did. The Qingtang Kingdom was still firmly guarded by him. He also carried out the emperor's orders meticulously. It looked no different from the past.
However, he knew that his body was the same as before, but his soul was burning in the flames. Day by day, he was waiting for the day when he would be completely burned out.
Was it painful? He didn't know. In fact, from the moment he let go of her hand, he lost consciousness. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a walking zombie...