Aorong refused, "No, we need you here, it's your responsibility to take good care of them."
In addition to Shen Nianqing, there are two troublesome women here, both of whom are his responsibility.
Qing Cang was seriously injured and needed someone to help.
He knew that what she said was reasonable, but Fang Ming just didn't feel at ease, "But..."
"Stop talking, I've already decided." Aorong finally looked at Qing Cang. His face was as pale as a sheet of paper and he needed help when walking. "Your body... you should take more care of it..."
There are thousands of words in my heart, but when I reach my mouth, nothing comes out. I can only squeeze out this dry sentence.
Qingcang's eyes were always looking at her face with nostalgia, unblinking, for fear of missing her.
His voice was rusty and his eyes were red. I don't know if it was caused by staying up late or crying because of reluctance. "You... also cherish everything. When I feel better, I will go and meet you."
Waves of reluctance swept over me, and I tried my best to resist the urge to hold her back and not allow her to leave.
The two didn't get together for long, and they were separated again. It seemed like they would always be like this, constantly separated, and constantly reunited. I just hope that when we meet again next time, we will never be separated again.
Aorong forced out a smile and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you."
After saying this, she turned around and left resolutely. Parting is always the most painful, but for a better future, they have no choice.
Sitting in the canopy car specially prepared for her, Aorong felt disappointed, but did not dare to look back, and softly shouted, "Let's go"
"Wait a minute" Qingcang couldn't help but ran over and climbed onto the carriage with the help of the guards.
He kept panting, his chest kept rising and falling, his emotions broke through the constraints of reason, and he spoke impulsively, "Rong'er, I...I'll go with you, I don't want to be separated from you."
Aorong wiped the sweat from his forehead for him and smiled, "We have already agreed, why did you change your mind? Don't be so reluctant, we will get together again soon."
She said it very easily, but her heart was extremely sour.
After saying goodbye, she didn't know how long it would take to see each other again. Before he left, she had already begun to miss him. How was she going to survive the long days to come?