She felt that she was so small that even her soul shrunk into a very small ball, and she was willing to surrender to the flickering purple eyes that turned gracefully.
If that is an abyss, please allow her to fall into it too...
It's like the sky and the earth never meet. As long as I can get a little closer to him, I'm willing to travel all over the world.
"Qianqian, did you know? In order to maintain the balance of the demon world, the Wind Clan will marry the Fire Clan. The future heir of the Fire Clan will marry the heir of the Wind Clan."
"Marriage..." She felt that her whole heart kept falling downwards, falling to an unknown place, a place without him...
.....................
Qian Qian suddenly woke up from her sleep, panting with sweat, looking around, it was a familiar room to her, yes, it must have been a dream just now, just a dream...
But what on earth was she dreaming about? It seemed like there was nothing. It was pitch black, and she could only hear someone talking, and someone calling her name again.
...
"Qianqian, look, that is the future king of the Wind Clan..."
...
Who is talking to her? Why can't anyone be seen?
Maybe, it's just the same name. It's not surprising that there are so many people with the same name in the world...
But, why did she feel that the feelings in the dream were so vivid?
That kind of humble looking up, that kind of disappointed sadness...
If it was just someone else, why would she feel it too?
Qianqian sat on the bed absentmindedly, hugging the cup and looking at the exquisite embroidery patterns on the curtains in confusion.
"Qian Qian" the door to the room was pushed open, Yun Qi came in with a smile and brought cakes. When he saw Qian Qian sitting on the bed, he smiled: "I knew you must be awake."
Qian Qian raised her head and gave him a tired smile.
Yunqi sat down by the bed, put the cakes on the low table by the window, and turned to look at the fine sweat on her forehead: "What's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?"
"I don't know what the dream is," Qian Qian said blankly, "I'm probably just too tired. By the way, how is Su Ziyan doing?"
Yun Qi said "Oh" and said: "There is nothing wrong with the wound, it's just..." He stopped talking, but his broken arm could not be restored no matter what.