After a long time, Empress Zhang and others were already protruding their heads and minds.
The prince sighed and said, "Fangfei, take care of yourself. Be more open-minded in everything."
She still didn't answer.
He slowly turned around and walked forward, his steps were very heavy.
"Your Highness..."
He suddenly turned around and saw that she was standing up. Behind him was a red mattress, wearing a black dress and her pale face formed a strange contrast.
Her voice was so small: "Your Highness, I want to go back to Beiwudang, please help me!"
It was a calm request, but it was filled with a strong desire. Just like a lost child, longing for the appearance of a miracle. I don’t know why he spoke like this, even if he wanted Antelie, he could not easily say such words.
Only him, only him, because he has lived with him for so long and felt genuine care and care. Even if he has experienced unpleasantness, he understands that only he can help himself.
Trust, the trust in him in his heart has never changed. It has started since the apple. It seems that as long as he asks him, he will agree to everything and will never refuse.
Andrey is so far away, who else can he believe besides him!
The prince was shocked and looked at the begging that flashed through her eyes.
She begged for herself! Fangfei begged for herself for the first time.
She is her life-saving benefactor, and what she requested was just such a small, small thing! Is it really insignificant?
He was slightly lost.
She couldn't get a response, so she just lowered her head slowly, and her long eyelashes drooped on her eyelids, covering her big eyes. In the breeze of July, she seemed to have a gust of air conditioning slowly rushing down from the soles of her feet.
He suddenly couldn't wait and wanted to rush up and hug her - it was an irrepressible but had been suppressed for a long time. He was different from Andrey, and this cousin could be said to be her sharing of hardships and woes. My friend; and I am really moved by a woman for the first time, that is, for her - gratitude, pity, like, sympathy, guilt, self-blame, angry, please don't ask for yourself... All kinds of tastes linger in my heart, that's it A cinnabar mole on the heart is hidden and only you can see it.