On the tree, that was the third meeting between Tao Xiaowei and the prince.
Two people who were completely unfamiliar with each other met three times in just one month.
Why is this so?
There is also that inexplicably familiar feeling that I don’t know where it comes from.
Tao Xiaowei turned over on the soft chair and buried her face in the soft cushions.[
She suddenly noticed something. Ever since she met the prince, the phantom that often appeared in her sleep had disappeared. Recently, she basically slept until dawn every night. Even if she occasionally had dreams, they were very different from before. As for the prince
, never appeared again in the dream.
She came to the desk, laid out the drawing paper, held the brush made of a mixture of rabbit fur and goat hair in her hand, and without thinking, sketched the outline on the paper, and then used ink to blend out the details.
What she painted was the prince, dressed in white, handsome and elegant. As he continued to paint, the prince's eyebrows gradually condensed, and a cold and smart smile hung on the corners of his lips. His eyes were also light, as if there was no one in the world.
Nothing matters.
This is not the prince.
Tao Xiaowei picked up the drawing paper and scrutinized it carefully, and Fu Er sighed.
Unknowingly, the painting looked like Yan Xi.
They brothers have similar looks but completely different temperaments. One is ice and the other is fire. There is no mistaking them.
If Yan Xi could be like the prince, he could suppress the condensation on his face and reveal a warm smile, but he wouldn't be like the prince.
She always thought she was dreaming about the prince, but today she realized that no, he was never the stranger whom she had met three times and never even paid attention to his face. In the dream, it was Yan Xi, who was smiling.
The bad guy is the seventh prince who is in a happy mood, and Prince Rui who has never shown this side to her.
Perhaps, she has always been looking forward to Yan Xi showing her such an expression, which can melt the cold tenderness like the warm sun.
Suddenly seeing the prince who looked like him, she couldn't tell the difference for a moment and mistakenly mistook the prayers in the dream for reality.
I just discovered today that this was a specious misunderstanding.
Tao Xiaowei felt relaxed for a while, and she poked Yan Xi's cold face on the drawing paper with a silly smile, "Bad guy, can't you just smile at me? It's because of your cold face that I misidentified the person." Cautiously.
Put the painting back to its original place and press the four corners with an inkstone and a book.
In my heart, a heavy weight also fell to the ground. Huh, it's Yan Xi, not the prince.
I slept quite a lot, and now I feel refreshed. I also ate food and took medicine. My bones hurt from lying down too much. I’ll just wait and go to bed when I feel tired later. Dear friends, thank you.