He stood up slowly, with the wounds on his body still wrapped in bandages. He had contributed a lot in this war, and it should be said that he was the biggest contributor.
Without him, this battle would not have lasted as long as it did, and it would have been in decline long ago before reinforcements could be received.
The whole scene of shengxiao and music was not suitable for him at all, and his quietness and aloofness were incompatible with it.
Leng Aofeng turned around and jumped onto the arched window sill, opening the window with a wolf's leg.
The bright moon disk hangs in the sky, and the entire dark world is huge, but there is no place for him.
…
Jing Jiaren frowned and scanned the entire place.
Strangely, just now she saw Leng Aofeng squatting quietly in the corner, why was he gone now?
He is always so quiet, does not cause trouble to anyone, and seems to be abandoned.
The more this happens, the more guilty and distressed Jing Jiaren is.
When she needed him, he was always the first to come. When she didn't, he left quickly and neatly.
The window was open, and the wind blew the curtains. Jing Jiaren's heart suffocated, and she quickened her steps and ran to the window to look out.
The flowers on the windowsill were kicked into a pot, and the soil was poured out. It was very fresh, and it was obvious that it had been overturned.
Jing Jiaren touched the soil...
Is it Leng Aofeng?
Was he unhappy when he saw her making out with Ximen Longting?
Jing Jiaren turned around and left the hall, making a big circle and turning to the flower pavilion.
She guessed that he hated this noisy atmosphere, so he came out alone to get some air. He liked quiet places.
"Leng Aofeng——"
"Leng Aofeng?"
"Leng Aofeng, come out, I have something to tell you."
In the dark night, the lights warmed the flower pavilion, and the flowers looked very rich in color.
Jing Jiaren was walking in the flower pavilion holding her long skirt. From time to time, the skirt got caught on flower branches, and she pulled it out with all her strength.
"Leng Aofeng, stop playing hide and seek with me!"
Time is running out. She is about to leave with Ximen Longting. She can't even say goodbye at the most basic level. When she needs him, she will ask him to come. If she doesn't need him, just eat and leave. He is a relative in her eyes.
It's not something that comes and goes as soon as you call it.
"Leng Aofeng, we don't have much time, can you come out?"
Jing Jiaren shuttled between the flowers and shadows, and a strong intuition told her that he was there.
Jing Jia's heart was very stuffed.
Idiot, I don't know when we will see each other again after this farewell.
Although she said she was willing to reunite with him every festival, she knew his character. Unless she went to find him, he was not willing to get involved in her happy life.
Maybe this farewell is forever.
Jing Jiaren's nose was sore, she couldn't look at the road, and her skirt scraped hard on the flower branches.
This time it was so tight that the thorny fence bit the tail of her skirt.
Jing Jiaren couldn't pull it out even though she tried hard. Suddenly she felt a gust of wind around her. She vaguely saw a figure, and he left quickly.
However, the long skirt that was entangled on the flower branches came away.
Jing Jiaren picked up the skirt and took a look. The end had been torn open with force, and some rags were still hanging on the flower branches.
"Leng Aofeng! Since you've come out, why are you hiding!?"
In the dark night, only the wind blew, a very sad sound.
There was no response from Leng Aofeng.
"You know, I want you to come out - there are countless ways!"
She is afraid of the dark, and as long as she goes to a dark place, he will appear.