His eyes were full of pity: "Shui Lian... it's my fault, it's all my fault... I didn't come to see you..."
She looked at him blankly, her voice was cold and came from an instinct: "I'm fine, I don't need anyone to come see me. [26nbsp;]"
He was startled.
A heart-wrenching chill.
Yes, people only need visits, care and protection from their relatives when they are sick.
If you are cured, why do you need people to visit you?
That's a paradox.
However, he didn't know how to explain it. His mouth was dry and his heart felt like a knife.
She turned and left.
He followed her silently.
Looking at the surrounding scenery along the way, the sunlight shines on a courtyard, a courtyard, which is clean and elegant, but cannot conceal the coldness.
Just like the clothes on her body - it was a kind of coarse cloth, simple, shaped like a folk woman, similar to the one worn by Pearl - she was no longer a noble concubine. She really wasn't anymore.
It's just a woman whose youth has been lost in this ordinary wooden house.
When she entered, she closed the door smoothly, and he stretched out his hand to support the door.
She sat down alone on the wooden chair with her face facing the window, looking at the wild flower stands spreading in clusters outside the window, and the air was filled with a sweet smell.
He did not leave, nor was he defeated by her surprising indifference. He stood at the window and looked at her thin shoulders. Her slender body was hidden under the wide sky-blue singlet. Her whole body was completely...
Completely separated from the pomp and nobility of the palace - completely, she became something very unfamiliar to him - just a simple woman.
But the simpler it is, the more fatal it is.
Perhaps, our lives are too complicated and have been damaged completely by all kinds of excuses and dust - we witness palace battles every day, the struggles between powerful ministers, and the fights between concubines and concubines... so on.
After so many days, I suddenly returned to such a simple environment, facing a simple woman, and I felt like I had found a treasure.
"Little devil...little devil...listen to me..."
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The man at the door started talking loudly, but she was absent-minded and not listening, so she had no idea what he was talking about.
Whether she felt guilty, blamed herself, repented, or wanted to please...she didn't care, not even his purpose.