That song reveals a touch of sadness and loneliness.(www
The song that touched his heart.
Damn...
He frowned, a look of worry appearing on his brows.[
Why did he think of her again!
That damn woman is not worth his thoughts at all.
Since she refuses to accept him, it's not like he, Xuanyue Wushuang, can't find a woman, so why should he still think about her?
What's good about her?
Besides being pretty, what else is good about her?
Although she has a face exactly like Die'er, how can she compare with Die'er?
Die'er is gentler than her, quieter than her, more considerate than her, and more reasonable than her.
She is such a savage woman.
Once, he thought it was God who sent Die'er back to him.
But gradually...
It became increasingly clear to him that she could never be Die'er.
Die'er's temperament is very different from hers.
Besides...
Xuanyue Wushuang's eyes dimmed, and a bitter smile flashed in her eyes.
Isn't Die'er already dead?
It was he who ordered her to be sunk into the sea, and it was he who killed her with his own hands.
Under such circumstances, there was absolutely no chance of her surviving.
After finishing talking about a song, Ru Yue saw that Xuan Yue Wushuang was still frowning, so she stood up and walked to him, looked at him tenderly, and said softly, "Master, what is bothering you? Why are you always frowning?"
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Xuanyue Wushuang raised her eyes and glanced at her, and said lightly, "Why do you say that this young master is frowning?" [
Could it be that his performance was so obvious?
Ruyue smiled softly, "Young Master's troubles are all written on his face."
Xuanyue Wushuang curled her lips, "Oh, tell me, what is this young master worried about?"
Ruyue tilted her head and thought for a while, bit her lip, and said softly, "If Ruyue guessed correctly, you, sir, must be worried about love."
Xuanyue Wushuang was startled.
He raised his head and looked at Ruyue again, "Why are you so sure?"
"Sir..."
Ruyue walked aside and poured him a cup of tea. At this time, the aroma of tea was strong. Xuanyue Wushuang took a breath, took the tea in her hand, took a sip, nodded and said, "Good tea."
"This is specially prepared for the young master."
"When Ru Yue was playing the piano just now, although he was playing cheerful music, the young master still looked sad. Moreover, Ru Yue looked at the young master in a daze, as if he was thinking about someone. Anyone who comes to this brothel is...
It's because he wanted to have fun, and the young master gave so much money to take pictures of Ru Yue, but his thoughts were not with Ru Yue, so Ru Yue boldly guessed that the young master came here just to find someone to relieve his worries."
Xuanyue Wushuang was silent for a few seconds, with a hint of appreciation in her eyes, and nodded, "You are a smart person."
Ruyue covered her lips and smiled, "So, Ruyue is right?"
Xuanyue Wushuang didn't say anything, neither affirmative nor negative, but it was equivalent to acquiescence.
Ru Yue sat down next to him and asked softly, "Since the young master is here to relieve your worries, why don't you forget your worries and indulge yourself for one night. This night, the young master will not think about anything else and let Ru Yue serve you well."
, okay?"
As she said that, she stretched out a hand and touched Xuanyue Wushuang's chest, stroking his exposed collarbone with her soft, boneless fingers.
Xuanyue Wushuang frowned slightly, grabbed her little hand, turned her head, looked at her coldly and said, "I just want to talk to you."