After the miscarriage, she encountered endless troubles again. Although her father was so worried that her head turned gray, she never had a good day.
The two people's eyes met. The prince originally wanted her to comfort his father, but the words came to his lips, but he couldn't say them out. His father needed comfort, what about her, she? Didn't she need it?
Ever since she came back from Bei Wudang and became the "Queen" - he has always had a very strange "greed" in his heart. Maybe it's not a grudge, but embarrassment. That's why he was depressed after Li Yuping died.
The explosion of days.
It wasn't until this moment that this grudge really disappeared.
He just looked at her deeply and left.
Fang Fei didn't say anything. Sometimes, she had a very strange feeling. Between herself and the prince, they understood what each other was thinking without even saying a lot of words. Especially after the battle in the temple, this feeling became even more vivid.
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Prince, he seems to have returned to the way he used to be before in the East Palace. He was as kind as he was when he visited him in the cold palace and said goodbye to him.
Her heart warmed and she slowly stood up.
The maid waiting outside brought two cups of scalding hot tea. She took it and silently asked the maid to step back.
Luo Jia was still sitting on the dragon chair, with his eyes closed, as if he was resting his mind. She knew that it was when he was deep in thought and confused.
The teacup in my hand radiates heat. It is made of porcelain from the Southern Dynasties. It is thick and has a certain effect of keeping warm. In this winter, it shows a special warmth.
She put down the tea cup, quietly squatted down, and turned on the fire in the fireplace. The charcoal fire was red, and the room seemed a little warmer.
When Luojia opened his eyes, he saw her doing these things silently. One day was better than a year, and every day of these days was very difficult. Only she took care of all his daily life and food, and gave her warmth.
, no matter how big or small, there is no negligence at all.
She seemed to have a kind of natural carefulness, which was better than any gentle and considerate woman, like a ball of water.
When you are tired, what you really want is not advice, but such silent tenderness.