492. Chapter 491 Sisterhood is broken and fighting 21
Zhenjin was facing the door of the study room, and what Arnold saw at this time was his back. For some reason, she felt a trace of desolation in Zhenjin's back, and her heart suddenly throbbed. "I've changed it.
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"It seems that the rain will continue for a while, why not wait a little longer!" Zhenjin's voice was very soft, not real in this wind and rain, and his tone was full of helplessness. He turned around and looked
Looking at Arnold. "I'll ask my servant to make some ginger soup. You should drink more. It won't be good if you catch a cold and get sick."
"No, it's just raining. Back then, I..." Arnold didn't finish her words and swallowed the second half alive. She originally wanted to say that she was in the snow in front of Queen Chabi's palace.
She didn't get sick after kneeling for such a long time. The only thing left behind was the occasional pain in her legs, so she had always been afraid of the cold and winter. But she couldn't say these words, so she smiled and said, "I will drink more later."
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Pity flashed in Zhenjin's eyes. He stretched out his hand as usual and froze when his fingertips touched her cold cheek.
Arnold was also stunned. This was an action unique to the two of them. I still remember the words from childhood that only one person could touch her in a place. Zhenjin liked to pinch her cheeks, and Hu Gechi liked to rub her hair.
However, he had not done this action for a long, long time. There seemed to be a transparent mountain between the two of them, and they had not been so intimate for a long, long time.
Zhenjin looked at her, his hand still on her cheek.
Arnold felt that Zhenjin's fingers were warm and the fingertips were soft. The slight trembling made her feel like there was an ant crawling on her cheeks, but she felt inexplicably sad for some reason. She stretched out her hand and grabbed Zhenjin's fingers.
Jian narrowed his eyes and smiled, "It's so itchy..."
Zhenjin retracted his hand and curled his fingers slightly into his palm, "Come into the house!"
Arnold took two steps back and Zhenjin walked into the house.
It became very quiet between the two of them, and this silence made the atmosphere a little unnatural.
Zhenjin was just sitting behind the desk and looking at some documents on the table, while Arnold was sitting in a chair not far away, looking down at his toes.
The cold wind occasionally blows in from outside the house, blowing away the warmth in the house.
A figure stood outside the door. Hassen was holding a wooden food box in one hand and an oil-paper umbrella in the other. The corners of his clothes were wet from the rain, but he didn't seem to care at all. He raised his hand and
He threw away his umbrella and said respectfully: "Sir, the ginger soup is ready."
The umbrella spun on the ground and stopped. The rainwater on the oil paper umbrella slid down the fan ribs and soaked into a water mark on the ground.
Zhenjin raised his eyes and looked out the door, "Come in!"
Hassen walked in carrying a food box, and the half-dry footprints on the ground were covered with new wet prints. He strode to the chair where Arnold was sitting, placed the food box on the desk, opened it, and revealed a bowl of ginger soup.
He was brought out while still steaming. After doing all this, he silently left the room again.
Arnold looked at all this. If the ginger soup in her hand and the footprints on the ground hadn't proved that Hassen had been there, then she would have had the illusion that no one had come in at all just now. The atmosphere in the study was still very weird, and it had not relaxed at all.
And she was still sitting in that chair, not far or close to the real gold, but the two of them were using the same horizontal table.
She picked up the ginger soup and took a sip, but suddenly she heard something unusual shouting in the yard, which was still very harsh despite the wind and rain. Just as she was wondering, a figure suddenly rushed into the study, "Prince, the eldest son has been arrested."