Ke'er put down the hands covering her ears and turned around eagerly to look back. In the dark rain curtain, Ao Chenye was standing in front of her, soaked to the skin, glaring at her angrily.
"Ao Chenye..." Ke'er couldn't believe her eyes. Seeing him standing right in front of her, she wanted to run over, hug him tightly and cry, crying out of fear.
However, all the fragile emotions were suppressed by her.
Because, she can't...can't show her vulnerability in front of him anymore, he...will never pity her anymore...
From then on, she could only be strong by herself. She could only...recover to the time when she didn't know him, and she could only bear the pain and tears by herself.
Swallowing the tears in her throat, she raised a bright smile towards him, but it was so weak that it was unbearable: "Ao Chenye, can you... don't come over, just stand there."
The steps he had just raised suddenly stopped. Ao Chenye had a gloomy handsome face, and her smile was so fragile that it made him feel uncomfortable!
He walked up to her with heavy steps, looked down at her soaked body unhappily, and asked: "Why can't I come over?"
Because... I don't want you to see me crying.
Ke'er answered in her heart, looking at him quietly in the darkness, right in front of her eyes, but she could only remain silent, and could only bury the fragility in her heart deeply.
She didn't dare to move. She was afraid that if she moved, all her weapons would collapse instantly. She was afraid that if she moved, she would fall into his arms and cry loudly...
The raindrops that kept coming in were mixed with the stinging snowflakes. The bone-chilling cold made her tremble, and her shoulders were shaking uncontrollably. However, she just stood there in silence, straightening her back.
She couldn't hide and was so stubborn that he felt pitiful and felt...that she was hateful.
It's a shame that her appearance makes him feel... reluctant...
No...he had obviously doted on the woman in front of him enough, and he had obviously begun to turn his thoughts to Yang Xi.
Frowning fiercely, he secretly clenched his fists and allowed the cold sting to penetrate his palms, so that he could suppress his irrational impulses because of her. He would never do it after pampering a woman.
Spend a little more thought.
Damn woman, why is it that his habit of treating women for thousands of years is about to collapse?
He originally didn't want to come back, but when he was halfway there, he saw the violent storm and thunder, and he felt an overwhelming instinct in his heart, which made him run back regardless of the rain.
"Why don't you go inside? Do you want to soak yourself to death?" Ao Chenye scolded her unceremoniously. She thought she had an iron body, wouldn't she get sick if she was exposed to the rain like this?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The indiscernible reluctance in his heart surged up again as he scolded him, driving his reason almost crazy. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her towards Zhuiyue Tower.
go.
"I... there is no light in the room, I will be scared."
"What are you afraid of? If you do too many things, you're afraid of encountering ghosts, right?" Ao Chenye turned around and glared at her. He saw that her face became horrified when she heard about ghosts, and his anger could not fade away unconsciously.
Shao, pursed his thin lips, turned around, and pulled her forward. Even in the dark, he could easily lead her into the inner hall and into the bedroom without being hindered by the darkness at all.
Ghost? Ke'er shivered, leaned forward and walked closely against him.
Feeling her closeness, he frowned and tried to distance himself but finally let her lean in. Her body was so cold that his heart ached again.
"Ao Chenye, you...are you still going to deal with political affairs tonight? Can you...do it tomorrow, you...can you go to bed early as well?"
In the darkness, her fragile and trembling voice sounded softly beside him, carrying a frightened request.
She didn't want to be so cowardly, but the thunder that rang in her ears over and over again shook her to the last bit of her strength. She was afraid of thunderstorm nights, and even more afraid of being alone on thunderstorm nights.
Ao Chenye's dark eyes couldn't help but flicker a hint of softness. She looked really afraid of such a dark night with thunderstorms.
Listening to her slightly choked voice, which seemed a little trembling from the cold, his heart seemed to be blocked by something and he felt very uncomfortable.
He opened his mouth to agree to her, but before he could think about it, a sharp pain suddenly came into his heart.
That kind of pain seemed to be tormenting him with a strong condemnation, a burst of emotion roaring from his bones tearing at his impulse, condemning him for what he shouldn't have done.
Yang Xi...
With the severe pain in his heart, the image of Yang Xi gazing at him tenderly appeared in his mind...
No, he can't let Yang Xi down.
Unable to control himself, he almost staggered back a few steps, so that she could no longer rely on him.
After retreating, the painful feeling of guilt toward Yang Xi disappeared almost immediately.
He should no longer pity her. He has decided to marry Yang Xi. Yang Xi is the woman he should pity. He can no longer waste his extra emotions on a past tense.
In his heart, this voice reminded him over and over again.
In the darkness, Kerr looked at him palely and avoided his touch.
The world in front of her became even darker, and the infinite darkness felt as if it was going to swallow her up.
She stared at him blankly, her eyes wild.
Ao Chen rubbed his painful forehead without leaving a trace at night. With a wave of his other hand, the candle in the room was lit again, bringing light and driving away the darkness.
Then, he didn't dare to look at her anymore and walked out as if she was fleeing.
"Tui'er! Come in and accompany the lady!"
He shouted loudly, his voice low and mellow, and it was not covered at all in the noise of the thunderstorm.
Cui'er rushed out in response: "Yes, I will obey the king's instructions."
Immediately afterwards, she panicked and walked towards Ke'er, who was standing there blankly with a pale face.
When she saw Ke'er covered in vaginal discharge, she was shocked.
"Ah! Miss, you are soaked all over! You need to change out of your wet clothes quickly. Come, my slave will help you bathe and change clothes."
Ke'er stared blankly at the door where Ao Chenye left, her heart numb and her mind blank.
Cui'er didn't notice anything was wrong with her master, and was busy pulling her towards the small hot spring in the dormitory, intent on taking Ke'er to take a bath to ward off the cold.
…
Like a puppet, Ke'er passively allowed Tweety to pull her to bathe, change clothes, and wash herself...
It was as if she was a lifeless doll, without any awareness of the things around her.
Finally, with Cui Er's dexterity, all the wetness and coldness from her body was quickly washed away.
Sitting in front of the dressing table, Cui'er carefully and gently combed Ke'er's long hair, combing it slowly and not putting down the comb until it was completely dry.
"It's done, Miss, why are you soaked all over? Haven't you already gone to bed? When did you go out? It's all my fault that I was so asleep that I didn't even know Miss went out. Miss, what's wrong with you? You...
Are you unhappy? Did you... quarrel with Wang? "
She kept chattering questions with concern, never forgetting the ugly look on Wang's face when he left.
In response to Tweety's continuous questions, Ke'er just looked at the mirror absently, her eyes focused on nowhere, and she didn't hear Tweety's questions at all.
After not hearing a sound for a while, Cui'er finally realized that her master wasn't listening to her at all.
She couldn't help but wave her hand in front of her face.
"Miss? Miss! Miss..."
Her voice became louder and louder, finally waking Ke'er up from her daze.
Through the mirror, Ke'er saw the worry and concern on Cui'er's face. She tried hard to hide the pain in her heart and reluctantly pulled the corners of her lips, revealing a curved smile.
"Tui'er, are you screaming?"
She tried hard to pretend to be cheerful and funny.
"Miss, you don't even know what you're thinking? You've been ignoring me all this time." Cui'er joked, but her tone was worried.
Ke'er lowered her eyes, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and calmed down her mood.
She thought for a while, changed the subject and asked: "Tui'er, you seem to be packing your things recently? Are you going to leave the palace?"
Cui'er was stunned for a moment, and soon, joy appeared in her eyes.
"Miss, you even noticed this little thing about being a slave." The lady really cares about me.
"We are together every day. How can I not know about you? Did something happen and you can't leave the palace?" Ke'er rubbed her head and asked tentatively, observing her somewhat sad expression.
She knew that the palace maids had the opportunity to leave the palace once a year to meet and reunite with their families, so the closest time would come.
Unexpectedly, her master guessed what she was thinking. Tweety was stunned for a moment, and then she sobbed uncontrollably.
Seeing this situation, Ke'er thought for a while, an idea came to his mind, and he asked with concern: "Did something happen to your family?"
I remember that Cui'er once briefly mentioned that there is a grandfather in her hometown. Could it be her grandfather...
Cui'er's eyes were red with sadness, and she choked with sobs: "Yes... I just received a letter from my hometown. Grandpa... he is not in good health and can't come to see him, so I think... I want to go back to see him, but
This will take longer, which is against the palace rules, and I know this is impossible..."
Finally, she looked at Ke'er pleadingly, with deep prayer in her eyes.
Seeing Cui'er's sad expression, the sense of justice in her bones made Ke'er immediately pat her chest and promise: "Don't worry, I will tell Ao Chenye to let you leave temporarily, and you can definitely go back to see your grandpa!"
When she mentioned Ao Chenye, she felt another twinge of pain in her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe.
Ke'er gave her a sympathetic and comforting smile.
"Tui'er, I want to say... people will eventually grow old, sick, and die. Just take it easy and don't forget. No matter what the outcome is, you have to be strong. At least... at least you still have me."
She could only say comforting words first, because she didn't know how long she could stay here, and she didn't know if she could wait until Cui'er came back from her wedding trip.