Qingcheng felt equally uncomfortable. Every time he looked like this, the pain in her heart deepened. That feeling was called reluctance...
"You rest first, I'm going out!" Qingcheng stood up and left silently.
The moment she turned around, Murong Jue on the couch always refrained from looking at her sideways, just like he did that day in the cave, as if he was still expecting her to look back at him!
It was obvious that the injury was so deep, and the hope in his heart was obviously shattered and no longer existed, but he was still hoping that she would come back...
Qingcheng seemed to hear someone calling her in her heart, causing every step she took to be less free and easy than at first. The heaviness spread from deep inside her heart, making her unable to walk...
She walked a few steps, wanting to know if he was lying down and if he still looked the same as before.
When she stopped and looked back, their eyes finally met!
Murong Jue's heart trembled so much. How did that feel? When he was disappointed or even desperate, God would always give him a glimmer of light, as if to say don't give up easily...
If she could not look back, if she left as desperately as last time, then he might really be completely heartbroken, but this time...she looked back!
At this moment, there was struggle and hesitation, confusion and torment in each other's eyes. They didn't speak, they just stared at each other for a long time and then Qingcheng left the room!
The two people inside and outside the house were in the same mood, depressed and dull, and they didn't know how to vent and talk about such emotions!
Qingcheng walked aimlessly in the courtyard of Lujiabao. If she was in Prince Chen's palace, she liked to sit in the imperial garden. It was very quiet there, so quiet that she could hear the beating of her own heart!
At present, although the courtyard in Lujiabao cannot be compared with Prince Chen's Mansion, she still chose a place to stop and rest!
Her clothes in the courtyard are light and thin, and her faint fragrance will become overflowing and rich as the wind blows!
The smell of cold incense is very unique, which made Lu Feifan and his wife who were passing by outside the courtyard look around curiously. They wanted to know what plant caused such a strange fragrance!
When Lu Feifan's eyes caught sight of Qingcheng's back, he couldn't help but tighten his grip on Qiu Ye. Such a subtle movement also made the woman next to him cast her gaze forward!
Qiuye looked at Qingcheng sitting there in trance, she seemed not to have noticed their arrival yet.
"Let's go!" Lu Feifan said softly, looked squarely in his eyes and continued to take steps.
For him, Qingcheng is like a mirror, allowing him to see his past self and recall those past events easily...
Qiuye nodded and followed him, but the moment she took a step forward, she still took a deep look at Qingcheng. Such eyes were searching and alert!
The arrival and departure of the two of them did not affect Qingcheng's thoughts. Her eyes gradually calmed down in her own world!
The lingering figures in my mind include Yun Mo, Murong Jue, happiness and sadness!
She was very conflicted in her heart. Murong Jue's eyes and words just now kept ringing in her ears. He said: Because that person is her, he has no choice!
This man's love was so strong that even if she deliberately turned a blind eye, she could still clearly feel the affection.
There was tiredness in Qingcheng's gloomy eyes, which meant that her heart was tired. After being entangled in the mortal world for many years, she always thought that she could only hold Yunmo in her heart, but what happened now seemed not to be like this...
Time passed gradually, and strong winds began to blow in places where there had always been a light breeze. The whistling sound seemed a bit sharp here!
Qingcheng narrowed her eyes and stood up, her smooth hair on one shoulder was blown a little messy, but this did not affect her beauty!
The weather here has changed very quickly in the past few days. It was still sunny in the morning, but became cloudy and rainy in the afternoon.
The drizzle comes down as fast as it can, with a bit of cold wind blowing in, making people feel chilly even when they walk outside!
Qingcheng frowned, and after some thought she decided to go to the wing to see Murong Jue.
When Qingcheng walked to the courtyard where they stayed, it was Lu Zhenrong who walked towards her.
"Princess!" Lu Zhenrong bowed politely, and after receiving Qingcheng's nod, he passed her.
Qingcheng knew that his arrival must have been ordered by Murong Jue, and they must have been discussing important matters just now.
"Dong dong dong..."
Qingcheng politely knocked on the door a few times, and after receiving a response from the man in the room, she pushed the door open and entered.
"Cough cough cough..." A low cough came from the back room. Such a sound made Qingcheng pause in her steps, and the depression in her heart instantly became much worse.
——Why is he coughing? I haven’t seen him like this in the early morning!
Qingcheng thought to herself, her delicate eyebrows were deeply tightened, and her watery eyes were filled with worry.
Murong Jue was half-lying on the couch, and through the light gauze that had been put down, he saw Qingcheng standing there.
The two looked at each other briefly before Qingcheng walked into the inner room again.
"Why are you here?" Murong Jue asked, his pale face a little red due to the cough just now, but it was an abnormal light red.
Qingcheng silently approached, sat on the edge of the couch and whispered: "It's raining outside." She was worried that he would catch a cold!
Qingcheng didn't say the last half of the sentence, she just lowered her head and helped him pull the quilt together.
"Really?" Murong Jue turned his head and looked out the window. He calmed down and listened. He could indeed hear the patter of rain.
"You've caught a cold. I'll ask them to prepare a bowl of medicine. You can drink it before going to bed." Qingcheng said softly, as if she had forgotten all the conversation this morning.
"No need." Murong Jue replied. The more she acted like this, the harder it would be for him to distinguish whether she cared about him or sympathized with him. In his heart, the last thing he wanted was the kind of affection she gave him.
Murong Jue said quietly, the look in his eyes was very dark, as if he was tired.
He was lying down, feeling really tired. Maybe it was the rainy weather and the chill that made the wound on his chest hurt a little, but he endured it and didn't tell anyone!
Murong Jue's indifference made Qingcheng feel depressed. Was he angry about the conversation that morning?
"Then you lie down and sleep!" Qingcheng helped him lie down, and her unique fragrance faintly spread into Murong Jue's nose.
——It’s Lengxiang!
Murong Jue secretly thought that this kind of fragrance would only drown out her body when she felt extremely lost and sad, and this discovery was only made after he filled his heart with her.
When you love someone, you will want to know everything about them, and you will not want to miss her joy or sadness...
[Thank you Nana, yingcf2005’s kissing red envelope, wujunya584520’s kissing gold medal, and the gift of purple flavored egg rolls, is this a group?]