Zhuo Yanchong recalled that when she returned to the palace before, she seemed to be having a nightmare while she was sleeping, with her brows furrowed and her expression nervous, as if she had seen something bad.
What on earth did she dream about just now?
"Little Yuan Bao'er, you just had a nightmare. What did you dream about?"
Zhuo Yanchong tried to slow down his voice and asked softly
Jin Yuan shook her head and remained silent.
The two of them were in a stalemate like this for an unknown amount of time, and finally it got light.
Zhuo Yanchong looked at her quietly, and finally just sighed and said slowly: "I know you have a lot of doubts in your heart, whether it's about me, Lian'er, or the demon... No matter what you heard
, or whatever you see, you must believe in your heart!"
After he said these words, he saw that Jin Yuan still didn't respond, as if she was still avoiding him, and finally stood up and left the inner hall.
It wasn't until he left that Jin Yuan got out of the brocade quilt. It wasn't her body that was trembling, but her heart.
She didn't understand why she did that just now!
Just seeing his cold eyes occasionally flashed, I always unknowingly thought of the cruel him in that dream, and then my heart felt like a knife...
And the lotus on his arm burned horribly every time he touched it!
It was as if there was a voice in her ears, constantly telling her that the Po Jun in front of her was a cruel man and she should leave him!
She could clearly hear what he just said. He said that no matter what you see or hear, you must believe in your heart...
Does he know what he dreamed about?
Believe in your heart...
But her heart was already in a mess, how could she believe it?!
There are also lotus flowers on the arms, which are particularly similar to the lotus flowers between the eyebrows of the woman in the dream...
Who is that woman named Lian'er?
In other words, what do you want to tell her?
Jin Yuan raised her arm and slowly touched the lotus on her arm.
Looking at the increasingly bright red color, she couldn't help but think of the blood lotus seeds that once confused Zhuo Bingshan!
The same fiery red like blood, the same delicate beauty...
She put on her robe and got out of bed barefoot, then walked to the desk