Tears covered her eyes, but she didn't wipe them away. Her mind went blank. She couldn't hear what they were saying. She just stood there, watching Zhuo Yanchong, Lian Qin and others bringing Luo Fei to her.
In my arms
This time, he did not leave the person holding Jiao Weiqin and left without looking back.
Completely opposite to the dream situation!
Jin Yuan was so heartbroken that she was unconscious, and her tears had dried up. She didn’t know when she left because she no longer had the courage to look at them one more time!
She stumbled back and met Molan on the way. She couldn't hear what Molan said at all. She was dragged back to the palace by Molan, and faced the empty inner hall, she finally woke up.
Zhuo Bingshan and Lian'er...
Even if the two recognized each other, she didn't want to leave just like that! Although she was timid, she didn't want to just back down...
She is not willing to give in... She is really not willing to give in!
Thousands of years of love is love, but her love for him for just one year is not love anymore?!
She has to be here, waiting for him to come back, waiting for his showdown with her, waiting for his decision!
Jin Yuan just sat quietly in the inner hall of the palace until night fell and Zhuo Yanchong came back
"Little Yuan Bao'er, why are you sitting by the window with so little clothes on? Be careful of catching a cold!" Zhuo Yan rushed back and saw her sitting by the screen window in a daze.
The screen window was wide open, and gusts of cold wind blew in, messing up her clothes and hair, but she still sat in trance, motionless.
Zhuo Yanchong frowned slightly, waved his hand, picked up the robe that was on the soft couch and put it on Jin Yuan, and whispered: "Little Yuan Bao'er, what are you thinking about, so focused on it? It's a bit cold today, be careful.
I’m catching a cold!”
Her voice was still so gentle, so gentle that she almost couldn't hold back the tears that burst out from her eyes.
Can you... stop being so gentle to her?!
Because sometimes... gentleness that has a beginning but no end is more hurtful than cruelty that has a beginning and an end.
She was even afraid... afraid that he would say words to her that she could not accept at the next moment!
Even though her heart ached like a knife, Jin Yuan still held on to the edge of her robe, thinking that in this way, she could absorb a little more warmth. She smiled at him pretending to be nothing, tilted her head and said: "I am a god... gods don't know how to do it.