742. Chapter 742 Keeping Loyal Hearts and Photos of History 20
"Master, it's raining. I will help you get an umbrella right now." Toya was about to go out in the rain, but was blocked by an arm.
A sweet and warm voice came from above the head, "No need."
It was raining. Ganmala had just rushed back from Stone Town. He was already exhausted, but now rushing into the rain made him feel sober. He walked slowly back to his residence, stood in front of the door and looked up.
He stared at the sky and let the rain hit his face, flowing down like tears. He was not a fool, so he would not understand what would happen next. The Prince's Palace and the Yunnan Prince's Palace were probably going to have to go through two different phases.
A different path.
At this time, on the other side of the Prince's Mansion, the courtyard where Zhen Jin lived was still quiet in the rain.
Inside the house, Zhenjin stood up, walked to the window and opened it. It rained heavily, and the rain blew into the window with the wind, and the moisture spread, covering his head and body.
His light brown eyes looked at the small courtyard in a daze, watching the rain gradually gather into shallow puddles, and then watching the raindrops fall into the puddles and create thin ripples.
He turned around and brought over a small bowl on the small table not far behind him. He threw the bowl out. The crystal white porcelain bowl instantly fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. The broken porcelain pieces in the rain were like being smashed.
The petals knocked down by heavy rains were washed away by the rain and turned into red mud. The brown concoction in the bowl was diluted by the rain until no trace of the color of the concoction could be seen anymore.
Zhenjin held the window lattice with both hands, his light brown eyes were wet with mist, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye. He slowly closed his eyes, feeling indescribable pain in his heart. Maybe everything can be washed away,
But the bad things in my heart will only leave a deeper and deeper mark.
His fingernails were embedded in the wood of the window lattice, and red blood flowed from his fingertips. He was too careless. One carelessness caused the two of them to become farther apart. One carelessness caused a thick layer of ice to form between them.
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Zhenjin turned around and leaned weakly against the window lattice. He closed his eyes tightly and frowned, trying to forget everything. However, the more he tried to forget, the clearer he remembered it. He had made up his mind that he must not be indecisive.
, but every time he would be unable to be cruel because of everything she did.
What kind of person is he? He is the current prince but he cannot do whatever he wants. He is in a high position but is powerless. He is second only to the Khan in dignity but still has to retreat again and again.
The scene not long ago came back to him. It was not that he was not clear about it, nor was he unaware of her rejection. But he still thought about it, still read about it, he regarded it as a dream, and just wanted to get it truly. He was obsessed and had no intention of getting it.
Regardless of the consequences. He wanted to confirm that if he were her man, she would no longer be so cold to him.
Thinking of those frightened eyes and trembling body with fear, he just felt dirty and despicable.
He regretted, regretted very much, he had pushed her away again and again since the first time. He regretted, regretted why he had never been able to catch her and do whatever he wanted.
Zhenjin's body slid down weakly and sat on the ground leaning against the wall. He slowly held his head in his hands, and a hoarse cry came out from between his arms.
It was raining heavily and the wind was blowing. On such a day, no one could know that the man with the second highest position in the Yuan Dynasty would cry silently alone.