Curving the corners of his mouth stiffly, he smiled softly, and called out slowly in a hoarse and weak voice, with a bit of uncertainty: "Lu Qingqing?"
"Well, it's me! Lu Qingqing!"
"I haven't seen you for five years, and you haven't changed at all..." Time has not left any trace on her face, and even her smile is as sincere and beautiful as before...
"Of course, I am an immortal fairy!" She smiled coquettishly and spoke in a brisk tone.
"I feel relieved to see you well!" Liu Yiqu said softly, and then there was silence.
Lu Qingqing wanted to laugh, wanted to infect him with laughter, but when she saw the look in his eyes, she couldn't laugh anymore...
He looked as if he was much older than he had been in the past five years. Not only was his appearance old, but his eyes also revealed the vicissitudes of life, the kind of indifference that had come after hundreds of calamities.
It was a kind of desolation with the feeling of seeing through the world of mortals.
Baili Fenghua, who had been standing by, saw this, slowly turned around and walked out.
Leave them some space.
What kind of injury did Liu Yiqu suffer? When he treated his injury that day, he already knew everything about it. I am afraid that the proud Liu Yiqu would not be able to recover from such an injury in a short while.
In fact, the reason for not interrogating Baili Fengyang and being so anxious to go to Shushan is not only because he does not want to kill his relatives, but also because he is afraid that during the trial of Baili Fengyang, if Qingqing knows what Liu Yiqu suffered
Hurt, this woman will be sad...
She opened her mouth, but she didn't know where to start. She turned around, walked to the table, picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, walked to the bed, and handed it to Liu Yiqu: "Drink some water..."
The jade-white hands were very clean and beautiful, but at this moment, they... were shaking slightly.
Yes, she is afraid...
Very scared...
When she saw Liu Yiqu's eyes like this, she seemed to have guessed something...
A... very scary guess...
If it was just torture, Liu Yiqu would not be so depressed and lonely... After all, the pain of flesh and blood is not a blow to a lonely person like Liu Yiqu...
The real blow is a psychological blow...
She tried hard to control herself so as not to cry.
There were some old gray cups, the water was dripping gently because they were shaking too much.
Liu Yiqu looked up at her scared look and smiled softly: "What's wrong? What's this expression?"
His whole person seemed to have suddenly changed, as if a lifeless person suddenly returned to the drunken and unrestrained Liu Yiqu.
It was just this sudden change that made Lu Qingqing feel more and more uneasy. It was like a snowball rolling across patches of snow, getting bigger and bigger until it burst her chest...
But when he saw her, he smiled softly: "Liu Yiqu, Concubine Yu, is dead, and Baili Fengyang has also fallen into disgrace..."
"Oh, really? I knew Qingqing would definitely avenge me!" He said with a smile, taking the water from her hand very calmly and taking a sip.
His slightly lidded eyelids prevented her from seeing through his heart.
And this subtle movement did not escape Lu Qingqing's eyes. She only felt that it was getting more and more uncomfortable.
But he still chuckled, as if chatting, calmly: "But Baili Fengyang hasn't been tried yet, what do you want to do...how to deal with him?"
