Qian Shang's sad emotions flowed, and she looked at it lightly
There was a glimmer of light in my eyes, but it was only for a moment, a very subtle flash.
On the small building in the distance, Qiye stood upright in bright yellow plain clothes, slowly playing with the folding fan in his hand. There was no expression on his handsome face, and his brows were so calm that no trace of fluctuation could be seen.
The sun was very bright, slanting down from the sky. However, it seemed that all the sunlight naturally formed a circle around Qiye, isolating him from the world around him. Looking from a distance, it seemed as if he was not human.
People are generally alienated and indifferent
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? In the past, you were always very happy to accompany Hong Yi."
A soft voice sounded in my ears, with a somewhat elegant feeling. The speed was neither urgent nor slow, neither high nor low. It was just right, as if it had been artificially carved.
Qiye turned his head, and there was a man in red standing next to him, smiling.
A charming smile, a charming figure, a charming face
In five years, she has gone from such a simple maid to becoming so perfect, so perfect that he, who is extremely picky, can't find any flaws.
He didn't speak, and she had no intention of speaking again. She just stood beside him calmly and looked over with his gaze - in the jungle, among the flowers, the woman was looking down at a flower.
Silent, neither happy nor sad
"Qianshang?" Hong Yi spoke, then covered her mouth and smiled seductively: "Your Majesty, she has changed a lot, she is not as annoying as before."
Qiye was still silent, Hongyi took his time, and then slowly shouted: "Qianshang, here, Qianshang..."
The suddenly raised voice was directed at the woman in the flowers. The woman was suddenly startled, then raised her head, saw them, lowered her head, and stood far away, at a loss.
"Qianshang, come here" Hongyi shouted again.
At this time, Qian Shang walked towards them
Qiye turned his head, completely familiar with his thoughts, but it was too familiar.
So familiar that there is no need to look back
She could feel his lack of concentration, his gaze, and his eyes.