She never thought that by leaving like this, Cheyue would be on the road to hell, although she did not believe at all that he left this world so easily.
"My princess is fine. Let me go in and take a look. His things... should still be there. I have to pack them up and give them to him..." Ting Qingyu smiled, her face was so calm, which made the other male concubines...
They all looked at each other, feeling as if the princess was holding back something.
Yes, after the princess lost her memory, she became very face-conscious and would not easily show her vulnerable expression in front of the male concubines. This made them even more worried. They felt sad and helpless. They could only watch the princess walk into Che Feng.
Pavilion and slowly closed the door.
Xiao Wen stood in the farthest place, looking at the Chefeng Pavilion under the bright sun, but did not step forward to say anything. His eyes were bright and his lips moved, but nothing came out.
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Ting Qingyu walked into the Chefeng Pavilion again and remembered that it had been a long time since the last time she came in. It had been about a month, right?
Cheyue usually went to her pavilion, and rarely went to Chefeng Pavilion in person.
It had only been a few days, and the Chefeng Pavilion was eerily quiet. When people left the pavilion, an inexplicable sadness suddenly shattered the calmness that Ting Qingyu had just pretended to have. Her legs went soft and she sat down on the ground.
, the cold ground was smooth and dust-free, as if Che Yue still lived here.
The beaded curtains hung diagonally, the curtains were light and fluttering, but there was no one in front of me.
The young man's figure seemed to be dazzling before his eyes.
Her eyes turned a little red, and Ting Qingyu gritted her teeth, trying hard not to cry.
She hurt Cheyue so deeply, but he didn't blame her and just left like this. She hadn't found a chance to make up for it. How could this happen? Wasn't Cheyue good at martial arts? How...how could this happen?
"Tick tick tick..."
Tears fell to the ground like beads. Ting Qingyu's eyes were swollen and red. Although she knew that she liked Xiao Wen better, how could she not be sad if something like this happened to Cheyue?
In the quiet Chefeng Pavilion, Ting Qingyu was holding back her cries.
"I am Cheyue, your physician... and at the same time, your... male concubine..." For the first time, Cheyue's shy and gentle voice sounded, as if it was echoing in her ears.