After hearing Murong Canghai's words, Su Yueming raised her head and looked at him. He was still as handsome and charming as before. His eyes were as sharp as the peaks reaching into the clouds, but they had an inhumane coldness to them.
She slightly raised the corners of her lips, and a smile appeared on her face. This smile was so bright, like a flower bud suddenly blooming in the air.
Murong Canghai's eyes were dazzled by this smile, and he was stunned for a moment. His cold heart was like a frozen lake, which melted a little after the warm wind blew.
Su Yueming suppressed the feeling of pain and said, "What the King of the North Campus said is absolutely right. Su Yueming's body is made of iron. Even swords, mountains and fires can't hurt her. Her heart is also iron. I can bear any pain. I'm not afraid at all."
,There has never been anything that can scare me."
When she finally said this, her voice was clearly trembling, and there seemed to be crystal clear tears in her eyes, but when Murong Canghai looked carefully, there was nothing there.
His eyes flickered for a moment, and a trace of unknown pride flashed across his face. Finally, he pressed his ruthless thin lips tightly and got into the carriage.
The carriage curtain was suddenly lowered, and the cold and charming face was hidden behind the bead curtain. The moment the bead curtain was closed, Ying Lie seemed to see Murong Canghai's fingers suddenly tighten, and the nails seemed to dig into the flesh.
, and his teeth were clenched.
It seemed that God was going to punish her again. The scorching sun was like a blazing fireball hanging in the air and scorching the earth. She soon felt that her mouth was dry and her throat was about to smoke.
Step by step, walking slowly, like an ant, every step brings a heartbreaking pain.
The sun was so harsh that she could hardly open her eyes, and the sweat stayed in her eyelids, making them sore and painful. She could hardly see the road ahead and could only take steps based on her feelings.
Her steps were light and graceful, as if she were walking on cotton.
She was so thirsty, so hungry, and so tired.
However, because the King of the North Campus had given instructions, no one came to bring her water or food. Even Yinglie could only look back at her occasionally, his eyes full of worry and worry.
The road ahead was bleak and there was no end in sight. Her face was as pale as paper, and cracks appeared on her lips. When she opened her mouth a little, blood began to flow from her two lips. When the salty blood flowed into her mouth, she would
I swallowed my own blood and felt that my thirst was quenched.
The road was completely silent as everyone walked on silently. Only the high-flying flag of the King of the North Campus flapping in the wind made a sound.
The soldiers also raised their hands to wipe the sweat from their faces from time to time.
The light of the sun is getting stronger and stronger, and the whole world is awash in white.
Murong Canghai sat in the carriage with his eyes closed, his fists clenched all the time, and Ying Lie's horse walked side by side with his carriage.
He took a pot of water, handed it into the carriage, and said, "Your Highness, the weather is very hot today. Please drink some water."
Murong Canghai opened the curtain of the carriage and took the kettle in his hand. His eyes caught the sight of a lonely figure stumbling forward slowly and with difficulty. She was sticking out her tongue to lick her chapped lips. She was dizzy due to the exposure.
Overwhelmed, she raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her face. There were a few obvious scars on the white and tender catkins.
She was like a fallen leaf in the wind, ready to wither at any time. His hand holding the kettle paused, his eyes lingering on her body for a moment, and then he took his hand back.