"Are they all true?" Qiye turned around and looked at Qian Shang after a moment.
Qianshang was startled and raised her head. The light formed a strange shadow on Qiye's face. The mixture of light and dark made it difficult to see his expression clearly.
"Qianshang, is everything true?" Qiye suddenly raised his voice, as if suppressing his fierce anger, frightening the people in the room!
As he spoke, Qiye raised his lips, and a slight astringent taste slowly oozed out. The shadows formed on the cyan under his eyes, and a decadent tiredness suddenly appeared on his face, as if he was burning out.
The deathly ashes look handsome at first glance, but after looking at them for a long time, they start to feel a bit scary.
That is the expression that can only be seen when one has lost all hope for everything, and is sad when everything is a scam.
At this moment, Qian Chang appeared on Qi Ye's face, and she felt a little dazed. She could no longer believe that the man in front of her was the hopelessly arrogant and hopelessly domineering young emperor.
The wind outside the window is howling, sharp and harsh
Qiye seemed tired, and closed his eyes. His long eyelashes folded his wings like a butterfly. The occasional floating traces were also elusive.
Very quiet, very quiet... empty and lonely
"emperor…….."
Qian Shang looked at him, as if a huge boulder had been dropped from the lake in her heart, causing rolling waves.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her heart. It wasn't her, it wasn't her, but she couldn't say it out loud. She and him were not supposed to be friends in the first place. It was him who was forcing her to death. Even if she said it wasn't,
In his heart, he also believed that she was!
She had thought about telling Qiye about her many midnight dreams in the past few days, but how much would he believe her?
How many times in the past had she experienced the cruelty of fate, and she deeply felt the sadness of being powerless.