She smiled for the first time today, and said warmly: "Your Highness, you will get better soon after you drink it."
He did not answer, but just drank, and she told him to drink, and he would drink; he would drink as much as he asked him to drink.
In Qian Chao's heart, he seemed to understand that such careful care was a habit!
This is how Yiren took care of herself in the past.
Only she is trustworthy and there is no need to be any barriers.
It was the best day in life and the most suspicious day. He was essentially suspicious and sensitive, always entangled in some past events, and could not trust anyone 100%.
Only her!
Only when she appears in the most difficult times in her life can she be without any grudges and suspicion!
What if she was always by her?
——But, in a state of uneasiness, unexpectedly, everything turned into a passing cloud.
Then, I can't remember anything.
He frowned as he drank, as if what he drank was not water, but old things, the setting sun of the grass, the setting white gauze, singing the spiritual song of the temple. Even if he turned around, even if he had a eyebrows, he would be filled with that.
A past that is as faint as smoke.
In a trance, it seemed as if the escaped girl was standing by the ancient road in the setting sun, looking at herself with tears in her eyes, for a long time, sadly despair, and sobbing, "Goodbye, your highness..."
Goodbye Your Highness!
The bowl was removed, and the hand was removed.
It seemed as if a loophole in his heart was slowly beginning to break. In the past, he had covered it up and buried it. It was deeply impossible for anyone to see it, and even himself could not see it. However, when he moved his hand away, he was not allowed to see it.
The hole can't be covered.
That is your own, it is your own!
It was himself who rescued her from the prison cell of the temple.
It was herself who allowed her life to be continued.
But why is the father who got her?
Why?
It seems that the past events that are accumulated on the chest are about to explode, with sweetness on one side, anger on the other; warmth on the other side, hatred on the other side.