1103. Chapter 1103 The king will have a wife and a concubine will have a husband 03
She also warned herself not to have too many extravagant expectations, as he was the prince.
But when someone said that she was the sure choice for the Crown Princess, and he was extra gentle to her, her girlish heart seemed to melt and trembled uncontrollably.
She didn't know what love was, but she would feel sweet when she thought of him, and sad when she thought of him marrying a girl from another family.
If she wanted to marry someone else, she would never dare to think about it.
What kind of horror would it be if you dreamed about it in the middle of the night and the face you saw when you woke up was not his?
Can you accept it yourself?
But when he was in Xianglou, he did that to Wen'er, making her...
She felt that she should forget him and not expect too much, but sometimes her heart was beyond her control.
The more she wanted to forget him, the more she told herself in her heart that he was no good and not a good match for her, but the more her heart became uncontrollable.
Always ups and downs.
During these days, she was restless, as if something had blocked the light in her heart and she couldn't see the road ahead clearly.
Worrying about gains and losses.
I am not in the mood to do things that I originally thought were interesting.
The spices that I was originally very interested in seem to have lost part of their appeal.
She felt as if her heart was about to be lost.
She didn't know how long she had been walking, but she was in a daze when she tripped over a stone and hit her knee on the cold hard stone. The pain made her burst into tears.
I don't know if she felt too depressed, but one teardrop led to two, and then a string of tears. She just sat on the ground, hugging her knees, and cried silently.
She didn't know how long she had been crying, but she felt her heart was light, as if she had just woken up from a big dream and everything was empty.
Turning her head and looking around, she found herself in a field of weeping begonias, with shallow flower buds overflowing. The light pink color resembled her state of mind, so weak, so afraid of being touched, yet longing for care.
She sighed slightly, wiped her tears, and decided not to worry anyone, so she decided to go back.
She stood up and patted the grass clippings on her skirt. When she turned around, the person in front of her scared her so much that she took a step back. She tripped over the stone just now and leaned back again.
He hurriedly reached out and hugged her waist. Looking at her red and swollen eyes, he couldn't help but feel as if something had hit his heart. He felt a very strange and sad feeling.
