After the third watch, Ruoruo finally gave up her last hope amidst the loud sound of the palace door being locked.
Brother Yan Yin was really trying to deal with her.
Pretending that something was wrong, the golden cicada escaped from its shell.
Let her hold her heart high and watch her hope disappear little by little.
I am no longer in the mood to speculate on his motives.[
Not coming is already the best answer.
Why should she ask, search, and beg so shamelessly that she became as shameless a woman as Concubine Ji for no reason?
She was not looking forward to it, nor had she ever looked forward to it, whether Yan Ying's love would come or not. It would be better if it didn't come, and it would save her the trouble of being alone with him in the dead of night.
Ruoruo wiped away the disappointing water splash with the back of her hand. Ruoruo angrily blew out all the candles in the bedroom. If she could get the bright moon outside the window, she would surely suffer the same fate as the candlelight.
She climbed into bed angrily. The unfamiliar smell of the new quilt made Ruoruo feel uneasy. She put it under her feet three times. When her body was cold, she shivered and pulled it back to wrap it for a while. This was repeated until finally she
A stuffy nose is obviously a sign of catching wind and cold. If it continues like this, I will definitely get a serious illness tomorrow.
She stopped struggling and her body had warmed up, but Ruoruo was still shivering badly. She would rather go out and climb a tree to look at the moon now than hold onto this quilt that 'doesn't belong' to her and be afraid.
After a whole day of farce, Wen Ruoruo felt very dizzy, but she still got up angrily and put the complicated clothes back on her body with clumsy hands and feet. Her hair was not combed and hung loose behind her, and she danced with bare feet.
Get out of bed.
It's all the fault of that stinky emperor. If he hadn't torn the quilt and refused to keep his promise, she would have been sleeping beautifully by now, reciting poems and painting with Duke Zhou's handsome sons.
The ajar bedroom door was suddenly opened from the outside, and a bright yellow figure walked in alone. Under the moonlight, a pair of eyes that couldn't hide their fatigue were shining brightly. He was not the brother Yan Yin who had been waiting all night.
Did he come here before he even had time to change into his dragon robe?
Wen Ruoruo reluctantly retracted her astonishment, and the muscles on her face could not regain their previous calmness for a long time.