Qianxun didn't want to sit here motionless. In ancient times, it usually took a whole morning for women to wash themselves. It was such a waste of time.
Xia Zhibai's face sank slightly, and finally left gently.
Soon, he entered holding a fruit plate, the beaded curtain swayed slightly, he entered silently wearing white boots, his white clothes were fluttering, and the cuffs of his gold-trimmed clothes were slightly shiny.
The fairy fruit was placed on the edge of the table. Qianxun was sitting on the side in a daze. When he saw the fairy fruit brought to him, he picked it up and chewed it without any ceremony.[
"Xun'er, eat slowly, there are still some outside."
Xia Zhibai smiled softly, with warmth in his eyes. He sat down next to Qianxun. Xiaolong didn't look for Qianxun in the past few days because he was stopped by Bingzhu.
Bingzhu probably just wants to win over Qianxun and Xia Zhibai, but there will be times when she meets him. Whenever she meets him, Qianxun doesn't have anything to do with him. Seeing that he saved her, she cast him
He bowed and left.
Qianxun tilted his head and smiled frivolously, heartlessly.
Xia Zhibai only felt a pang in his heart. She was like this only after a disaster. He was also responsible. If he hadn't been selfish, he wouldn't have neglected her and let her suffer that kind of injury.
"I don't blame you, but you have to understand that it would be difficult for me to treat you sincerely." Qianxun raised his eyebrows, "I don't want a third person to hurt me a third time."
Xia Zhibai's face changed slightly, "The third person?"
"Yes, I didn't tell you. I have been to a completely different world from this one before, and I was injured once. But I would rather stay there and live than come here." Qianxun smiled.
She said that there, even if Bai Xiao left her, she would not commit suicide.
She has never been a pessimistic person, even though she has a nearly disabled body.
"Xun'er...I'm sorry, I didn't protect you properly! I...will definitely make up for it in the future."
Xia Zhibai's eyes were sad and he looked at her softly, hoping that this woman's heartache would slowly disappear under his tenderness.
But what he didn't know was that there were some shadows that couldn't disappear.
Qianxun drank a piece of fruit. One piece a day was enough for these days, and he lived like a god. He had imagined the life of gods before, but now that it was his turn, he felt bored.