The blue sky is clear and transparent, and the entire city of Salat is shrouded in a silver-white world, which is dazzlingly beautiful.
The soft morning light fell on the snow-white bed.
The faint shimmer casts a halo silhouette on the tranquil sleeping face.
Several delphiniums fluttered their wings, flew down, and jumped lightly on the windowsill. From time to time, their pointed beaks pecked at the feathers on their bodies, and occasionally they emitted a "chirp" call, which was clear and sweet, and full of life.
Perhaps disturbed by the chirping of birds, the person on the bed frowned slightly in discomfort, and his eyes covered by light shadows gradually opened.
Half hazy and half awake, he sat up.
With misty eyes, Leng Ling looked around and found that the man who was supposed to be sleeping next to him was missing. Leng Ling frowned slightly.
I touched the place where the man had slept, and found that the temperature was no longer there. It seemed that he had been gone for a while.
After moaning a little, Leng Ling opened the soft quilt on his body and got out of bed.
Walking to the window, he opened it, stuck his head out, and breathed in the cold air.
In the winter morning, the air was very fresh. Leng Ling closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths greedily. The moist air mixed with the faint smell of sunshine filled his nose and penetrated into his lungs.
Looking at the snow-covered castle spire in the distance, the gaze of the lake is meaningful.
After a moment of silence, Leng Ling turned around, put on the neatly ironed military uniform placed beside the bed, opened the door, and walked downstairs.
The sound of crisp knives and forks clashing with cups and saucers could be faintly heard from the restaurant of the Presidential Palace, and the faint aroma of toast and rich coffee lingered in the corridor, filling the air with fragrance.
The maid, humming a light tune, shuttled between the kitchen and the dining room. When she saw the figure walking down, she quickly stopped what she was doing, bowed respectfully and said, "Good morning, Your Highness."
"Morning," Leng Ling nodded. He walked to the dining table, sat down, and looked around, but he never saw that familiar figure.
The maid brought Leng Ling a cup of black tea and carefully added half a cup of milk and two cubes of sugar.
Seeing that Leng Ling's eyes were a little distracted, she asked softly, "Your Highness, are you looking for Mr. Lien?"
Leng Ling nodded calmly, "Yes."
"Mr. Lean has just gone out."
Leng Ling raised her eyebrows slightly, "Going out?"
"Yes," the maid put the freshly baked croissants on the plate, "Your Highness, would you like to have bacon fried eggs with potato salad, or grilled salmon with lemon juice and carrots today?"
Leng Ling said calmly, "Just give me a potato salad."
The maid nodded politely, "Please wait a moment."
Leng Ling took a sip of milk tea, put the toasted and soft croissant to her mouth, and took a bite.
"Your Highness, your potato salad is here, please use it slowly."
"Yeah," Leng Ling picked up the fork, casually forked a piece of potato into his mouth, chewed it slowly, but his eyes fell on the golden door that was always closed.
"boom!"
The closed door was opened from the outside, and the tall golden figure walked in, deeply reflected in Leng Ling's dark pupils, lingering.
Leng Ling stared at the man until the man came and sat down in front of him, still chewing the potatoes in his mouth indifferently.
Glancing at the light dishes on the other party's plate, Lien smiled and said, "You're just eating this little, aren't you afraid of going hungry?"
Leng Ling lowered his eyes and said nothing. He picked up the red tea cup with golden flowers in an extremely elegant movement and took a sip.
Li En leaned forward slightly, leaned into Leng Ling's ear, and joked, "Eat more, otherwise you will definitely be exhausted when I hold you."
Leng Ling's lake-like eyes flashed with a hint of anger. He glanced around. There were only a few diners in the spacious restaurant, and no one noticed him, so he lowered his head and ate in silence.
Leng Ling never spoke while eating, and Li En knew this, but he would still induce him to talk intentionally or unintentionally. Watching the other person's face fluctuate due to his words seemed to make him feel much better.
Lean held his chin in one hand and tapped the table with the other hand from time to time, making a slight sound.
After a while, Leng Ling put down his fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin embroidered with orchids, stood up and said, "Let's go."
The two returned to the bedroom, and Leng Ling asked in a calm tone, "Where were you just now?"
"I was strolling around the Presidential Palace," Lean said with thoughtful golden eyes and a low voice, "and then I discovered something very interesting."
Leng Ling's eyes narrowed, "What's the matter?"
Li Enying's eyebrows raised slightly, "You want to know? As long as we continue what happened last night, I will tell you."
There was obvious anger on his handsome face. Leng Ling didn't say anything. He walked straight to the table and picked up the phone, "Mr. President, this is Leng Ling. I will bring Lean to see you in ten minutes."
Lean crossed his arms and looked like he was watching a good show, "Are you angry?"
Leng Ling put down the phone, her beautiful eyes calm and calm, "As for your military rank, I can only grant it to you after you come back."
Li En took a step forward and walked to Leng Ling, clasping his waist with one hand and saying, "You know I never care about this kind of thing. The only thing I really care about is you."
Leng Ling's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, "I know," he raised his eyes slightly, his voice was cold, "Quickly put on your military uniform and follow me to see the president."
Lean retracted his hand and stared at Leng Ling, his gloomy voice filled with sadness, "When I passed by the President's Office, I saw Lance walking out of it. When he saw me, he was obviously surprised. Do you think,
What did they say to each other that made them look like this after seeing me? This man must not be believed."
Leng Ling turned around slightly, his eyes as dazzling as obsidian shining with an inexplicable light, "I have never really believed in him."
"The only person you really trust is me," Li En tidied up Leng Ling's military uniform, changed into clothes, and followed him out of the room.
