Qiye seemed unhappy, and pulled her body over. Under the dim candlelight, his cold eyes were shining brightly. Maybe... She was not the only one who couldn't sleep at night.
"Don't speak?" Qiye asked softly, with a bit of ambiguity and distress.
Stopping in Qian Shang's ears, her heart suddenly trembled. No one had spoken to her like this in how many days.
They have always been cold, disdainful and contemptuous towards him.
Qian Shang shook her head. In fact, she really didn't think about anything. She was just afraid that the candle would go out and she would have another nightmare.
In recent days, she has been missing the little life that never came to this world crazily.
Qiye looked a little unhappy and said coldly: "Qianshang, I don't like when someone doesn't answer my questions."
"Qian Chang didn't think about anything. Qian Chang was just a little scared, just afraid of the dark." Qian Chang had no choice but to speak and said a few words in a jerky manner.
Qiye's eyes changed slightly, and his black eyes were as deep as midnight. After a long time, he said: "Are you in the cold palace? What happened?"
"Nothing happened. It was just that there was thunder that night and I was scared. There happened to be no lights. I suddenly went from having such good food, such good drinks, and such good clothes to having nothing. There were not enough lights at night.
He kept me burning until dawn, so I was just scared... However, I’m much better now. I had a nightmare just now, and it’s nothing to worry about.”
Qian Shang paused, then glanced at Qiye, as if she was afraid that he wouldn't believe it, and repeated: "It's really nothing."
Qian Shang's tone is plain and slow, the plainest and most indifferent tone, telling a story that seems to be about someone else.
