Chapter 1083: [Ending]: These stories have nothing to do with me
Yang Ye held her in his arms and gently stroked her back, his eyes full of pity.
He never believed in love at first sight, but he did fall in love with the girl in his arms at the first sight.
Looking at those dark starry eyes looking at him helplessly, it made him feel heartbroken.
He took her back to his house and tried his best to detoxify her. He already believed that she was his princess in this life.
But he never thought that this trip to Jinling would make the girl who originally belonged to him lose his heart to someone else.
In my heart, I sighed softly
He couldn't bear to let her go, but he didn't know that one day, he might have to let her go even if he didn't want to.
"If only I knew how to let go"
He leaned his head against the wall of the carriage and sighed softly
He didn't feel that the girl in his arms froze for an instant because of his words.
Ye'er, if only I knew how to let go, that would be great
It was Huangfu Yi's familiar voice again, speaking to Ye'er again, why did it remind her of her again?
"That's enough! That's enough! I don't want to think about the past anymore, and I don't want to know the past between Huangfu Yi and his queen. Don't tell me anymore!!"
She suddenly lost control and cried and roared in Yang Ye's arms. The pain in her face tugged at Yang Ye's heart.
Her sudden movement made Yang Ye turn around nervously.
Watching Nanshan Wanchi holding his head and shaking it, his face was full of pain.
"I don't want to know what happened between them. Those things have nothing to do with me. I don't want to know."
She squatted in the carriage and cried uncontrollably
"What's wrong, Wanchi?!"
Yang Ye knelt down in front of her, held her trembling body in his arms, and frowned
What did she remember in Wanchi? What does her memory have to do with Huangfu Yi?
Is it true, as she said, that the death of Queen Huangfuyi is likely to be related to Wanchi?
Why does she look so miserable?
Nanshan Wanchi lay in Yang Ye's arms with a face full of pain, and his body was shaking violently:
"My mind is filled with the past of Huangfu Yi and his queen. Every fragment is their story.
These stories have nothing to do with me. Why do they always remind me of them? What do they remind me of?