In a daze, Murong Xitian suddenly thought of Xi Muyun's words asking him to express his feelings.
This may be his last hope.
Murong Xitian swallowed a sip of saliva, then moved his lips, but found that he didn't know how to say those sweet words.
But he doesn’t want to let her go! What should he do to save everything?
"Stay with me for another three days! During these three days, we will live as before. After three days, if you still want to leave me... then I will let you go." God knows how tightly Murong Xitian clenched his fists when he said this.
tight.
Even though his nails were digging into his flesh and blood seeping out, he didn't notice it at all. His body was completely numb because of the heartache.
Xia Ziluo looked at Murong Xitian in surprise.
Is this still the Murong Xitian she knew? If so, how could he let go so easily and change his mind? But she couldn't think of a reason why it wasn't the case.
"Why?" Xia Ziluo murmured softly, his face looking a little pale.
"If this is what you want, I think I can only fulfill your wish." Murong Xitian smiled bitterly, and the corners of his eyes felt moist.
Xia Ziluo stared blankly at his slightly frowned eyebrows and his eyes that were worried about her, then suddenly reached up to his face and stroked his red eyes.
Why is he so sad?
Didn't her withdrawal just make things happen for him and his cousin?
"Okay, just three days." Murong Xitian's red eyes defeated Xia Ziluo's reason.
Three days, let her have sweet dreams for three more days.
Murong Xitian stopped talking, just lowered his head slightly and pressed a kiss on her smooth forehead.
This kiss seemed to be magical, and both of their bodies trembled slightly because of it. It was as if the temperature of this kiss reached the bottom of their hearts. While it burned their hearts, it also smoothed away the previous pain.
"Go to bed early. The wound won't hurt when you wake up tomorrow." Murong Xitian slowly let go of her.
Xia Ziluo lowered her head and nodded obediently. There were only three days left, and she didn't want to quarrel with him anymore. She hoped that the last time left behind would be beautiful and worth remembering for a lifetime.
Murong Xitian watched Xia Ziluo lie down and sleep, then he quietly left and sat on the imperial concubine chair outside.
The windows were blown by the wind, and soon there was thunder and heavy rain pouring down.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Xi Muyun walked in, looking embarrassed.
He wiped off the water on his face: "If the rain had been delayed just a moment, I wouldn't have become a drowned rat."
"You don't sleep in the middle of the night, you deserve to be doused on me." Murong Xitian's heart ached, and his tone could not be better.
Xi Muyun curled his lips and said, "Your tone is really sour. You were tortured by the princess?"
"Shut your mouth and tell the truth or get out." Murong Xitian was too lazy to pay attention and closed his eyes to fall asleep.
"Business is about getting ready. Aren't you going to court today?" Xi Muyun rummaged through the cabinets, found Murong Xitian's clothes, and put them on.
Murong Xitian suddenly opened his eyes when he heard him talking about the morning meeting.
This is a big deal, but Xia Ziluo... can't give up, especially Xia Ziluo.
Is there any way to take into account both? What if you really can’t think of it? Which one should you give up?
Murong Xitian was extremely confused, but the scale in his heart had already tilted, and he unknowingly focused on Xia Ziluo. It was just the responsibility of being a prince that forced him to work hard to find a way to solve this difficult problem.
