[69 Book Bar - www.] Long Yini sneered and turned around to look at the man as white as a snow lotus, only to see him lowering his eyelids and carefully bandaging the wound on her wrist, with long eyelashes there.
The heart-shaped face forms a seductive arc.
"It's a pity that you are not the one, she..."
That, her?
The wind passed by, lifting up his clothes. He lowered his eyelids, his lips were red, and he carefully treated her injuries. His side profile was as soft as the warm sun, silently like feathers falling, sharp and angular but not lost.
Soft.
The fine long hair covered his smooth forehead and hung down to the thick and long eyelashes. No one could see it, let alone guess the sadness in his eyes at this moment. Or maybe he had always concealed it very well.
.....
"If you miss it, it will no longer be fate. Your Majesty has read poetry and books. I believe you should understand this truth!"
She pulled out her wrist without leaving a trace, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her heavenly voice was as clear as the new moon, as beautiful as a bouquet of purple-blue lavender.
Facing those clear eyes that were so gentle that they seemed to be dripping with water, her lips were frivolous, and she did not forget to add: "Yannii thanks the prince for his kind advice just now. However, I hope that this drama between husband and wife will not happen again."
Twice!"
Turning around, she walked away without stopping, leaving only the stunned Feng Moyan and the puppet-like Ling Yun, hesitating in place...
Looking at her graceful back, Feng Moyan was slightly in a trance. He felt that this woman was as elegant as mist, so cold and charming, and her demeanor seemed both real and illusory. She was really not a human being in this world...
"Your Majesty, do you need Lingyun to bring her back?"
Lingyun took a few steps forward and came to Feng Moyan's side. She lowered her head slightly. Her entire face was delicate, clear and beautiful, but unexpectedly, there was no expression. The strong light reflected from the ice and snow shone on her face, making it even more...
Her complexion appeared to be crystal clear, as soft as jade, and spotless.
"No need, Xiruo is dead. Whether it is that day three years ago or today three years later, I must force myself to accept this fact!"
You shook your head, and under the falling snow, he looked like autumn water, his appearance was as picturesque, and he was as beautiful as the person in the painting. But between his clear pupils, a thousand kinds of glazed light were faintly flashing, looking at Long's charming and increasingly blurred back.
, he murmured softly:
"It's just that now, is she Long Yini?"
...
Slippery and sticky snow was everywhere as far as the eye could see, and on top of the patches of white snow, there were densely covered with Long Yini's petite and exquisite footprints. Looking at her again, between her alluring beauty, there was a pale trace of blood loss.
The color of her face vaguely reveals the fragility of her stubborn support at this moment.
"His uncle's small physique is so papery that he can fool people! Playing Lin Daiyu is a waste of money, thi..."
The huge prime minister's palace was empty, with almost no one there, except for the luxurious decorations, the falling plum blossoms, and her pale, soft, and indescribably charming figure in a veil, which made it feel particularly strange.
After walking a few steps forward, Long Yanni gritted his teeth. Perhaps due to the cold or poor physical condition, blood oozed out from the wound that had just been bandaged.
(Good morning, dears, the first update is here. I love you.)