Since my mother was picked up by Qin Zichen, she must have been placed in a proper place by the official people. At least her life is not in any danger.
"Don't worry, the people I sent will be guarding the hospital. As soon as Mr. Qin wakes up and tells the whereabouts of my aunt, we will pick her up right away!"
"Thank you, Alan!"
"How can I thank you? Why don't you accompany me for a walk outside?" Chu Yilun finished his dinner and took her hand without any explanation and walked towards the garden of the castle.
The night is as quiet as water.
The deep night sky is filled with beautiful stars, which are either bright or crystal clear. Below the starry sky are countless flying fireflies, sparkling and reflecting the stars in the sky.
The two walked side by side on the path in the garden, and the chirping of insects far and near made everything extraordinarily quiet.
The roses blooming beside the path seemed to be covered with a thin veil of darkness by the moonlight. The petals were rich in color, making them look even more mysterious and enchanting.
Chu Yilun held her hand.
In a daze, Cheng Liuli mistakenly thought that he was still strolling in the back garden of Rose Manor.
She is still the little princess protected in the ivory tower, and the handsome boy walking beside her is her sweetheart all along, and the prince that all the girls in the world secretly dream of.
He is a hero who rides a white horse, holds a sword, overcomes thorns and thorns, crosses the endless sea of fire, rushes into the tower and castle, drives away the demons, and rescues the imprisoned princess.
But why?
The fire dragon demon died, but the princess would be so sad?
Heart-rending pain, as if the heart had been cut out abruptly, leaving only a bloody hole, and the wind kept pouring in through this hole.
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The hollow and fuzzy pain, every breath and every breath is endless torture.
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Chu Yilun turned his head and looked at the quietly mourning girl beside him.
Her grief was so obvious, it was like her whole body was shrouded in endless darkness, her face was hidden in the shadows, as if it had lost all its color, and that paleness gave her face a thrilling and frail beauty.
Chu Yilun's hand held hers more tightly.
On the slender fingers, under the faint starlight, the knuckles were faintly white, like jade carvings, so bright that it seemed like there was light flowing——
That night, the two of them were silent all the way.
She was in a daze until Chu Yilun sent her to the bedroom, said goodbye and left.
A servant wearing a palace maid's dress came in and waited on her to bathe and change clothes.
She was like a toy puppet, being played with by the servants until she lay on the bed and turned off all the lights.
In the quiet night, the tear glands that she had been holding back finally seemed like a reservoir that had opened its gates, surging wildly, from the corners of her eyes to her hair, along her ears, soaking the entire velvet pillow.
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In the end, she couldn't help but sob. Although her voice was extremely suppressed, in the silent palace late at night, those suppressed sobs were like dots of dandelions, scattered everywhere when the wind blew.
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A pair of blue eyes like the Dian River, the pupils tightened involuntarily.
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The white curtain moved gently with the wind, and there was an unknown light fragrance in the wind, wisps of it, dense and dense, which seemed like a rose, but also seemed not to be a rose.
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Not long after, Cheng Liuli fell into a dazed sleep.
The door was quietly pushed open, and a tall and tall figure walked in.