I don't like this feeling very much. I really don't like it.
"Princess, everything the king has done is for your own good. You must forgive the king."
Qing'er was still talking earnestly, but Xiaoxiao couldn't listen to a word.
"Princess...Princess..."
Qing'er talked for a long time, but saw no response from Xiaoxiao. When he looked up, he saw Xiaoxiao looking away in a daze, as if she was in a trance.
She said a lot of things just now. Didn't Princess hear it?
Xiaoxiao turned to look at her and said calmly, "Okay, stop talking, I know what to do."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Leaning against the pillars of the pavilion, I heard melodious gentle sounds coming from a certain wind direction.
The voice was soft and melodious, but there was a hint of sadness.
Xue Mo, playing the piano again...
The sound of the piano, just like in the past, always carries a hint of sadness, making those who listen feel melancholy.
How could two people who loved each other become like this?
Sad, really sad.
Why do lovers always have so many misunderstandings and quarrels?
She thought that she and Xue Mo would be different.
Such a gentle man was so affectionate towards her. She thought that they could love each other for a lifetime.
It turns out that they are just ordinary people after all.
There will also be quarrels and misunderstandings.
It will also hurt...
Unknowingly, I got up and walked towards the place where the melodious sound of the piano came.
Step by step, getting closer and closer.
In the yard full of flowers, all kinds of fragrances blow into your nose, and colorful butterflies fly all over the sky.
Snow-like flowers fell from the big tree with small white flowers in full bloom.
Xue Mo was sitting under the tree, stroking the strings with her slender fingers. Fallen flowers were all over her body.
They were a pair of extremely beautiful hands, white, soft, and the slender fingers had an extremely graceful arc when they were slightly bent.
The crescent-white robe was embroidered with large silver lotuses, and her long pale golden hair exuded a soft luster in the sunlight.
---Do you think you should forgive him easily or torture him again?