She was originally a little princess who was loved by millions of people, but since she met him, she always seemed to be hurt and in pain.
The man in black robe stared into the woman's eyes, his heart full of distress.
He knew that she had her pride.
At that moment, her panic was enough to tell everything.
She didn't want him to see her embarrassment, so he stayed silent and stayed with her silently.
There was a hint of coolness in the breeze. The man in the black robe frowned slightly. He stood up and gently picked her up. His brows were furrowed. She was so thin that it seemed as if she would be blown away by the wind at any time.
How much suffering has she suffered during this period of time...
The man in the ink robe held her in his arms, fearing that she would catch cold, so he took off his ink robe and put it on her.
He raised his eyes and scanned the palace calmly, with a frightening chill deep in his eyes.
Maybe she sensed that familiar breath. Even in her sleep, the woman still involuntarily stretched out her hands, hugged his waist, buried her face in his chest, and slept peacefully.
Looking down at the woman's contented sleeping face, the man in the black robe changed his arm position to let her sleep more peacefully.
The wind is blowing slightly.
On the side of the pavilion, a black stream of light flashed and disappeared...
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Perhaps it was because he had not rested for three days that Mu Ziyi slept from noon until the next morning, then woke up leisurely.
The woman's eyes slowly opened, and her vision was filled with darkness. She was used to it.
Just as she was about to stand up, an extra pair of hands appeared beside her. The man in black robe gently lifted her up and put on her shoes.
Mu Ziyi's eyes narrowed slightly and she did not speak.
He didn't leave.
She didn't want to know where she was, she just said softly: "I'm hungry..."
The man in the black robe took her to wash up, led her to the table and sat down. He picked up the porridge on the table, scooped it out with a spoon, and prepared to feed her.
Mu Ziyi's ears twitched slightly and she said in a calm voice: "I can eat it myself."
There was a hint of stubbornness in his calm voice.
After hearing what she said, the man in black robe did not object and pushed the porridge in front of the woman.
Mu Ziyi reached out and fumbled with her fingertips, and then stopped when her fingers touched the spoon.
She tried to scoop up a spoonful and slowly brought it to her mouth. The porridge melted in her mouth. It tasted very good, was not hot, and had a moderate temperature.
The woman drank the porridge one mouthful after another, with a very pale expression on her face, as if nothing in the world could lift his mood.
The room was very quiet, the only sound was the sound of the spoon clinking against the bowl.
Mu Ziyi's hand holding the spoon paused slightly, and whispered softly: "Don't you want to eat?"
The man didn't say anything, he just picked up the spoon and started drinking the porridge.
Hearing the voice coming from the other side, Mu Ziyi put the porridge in the spoon into her mouth.
After finishing a bowl of porridge, Mu Ziyi shook her head and signaled him not to serve it to him: "I'm full."
Hearing this, the man in black robe frowned slightly, a hint of distress flashed across his dark eyes, but he still didn't say anything.
Mu Ziyi did not get up and leave, but just sat quietly.
She knew that they had left the imperial palace, and she didn't care how her departure would cause harm to the people in the imperial palace or how angry the emperor would be.
Her mood at the moment was very calm.
The familiar scent floating in the air made her feel at ease.
The woman's eyes were slightly lowered, her lips were slightly opened, and she finally summoned the figure that she had been thinking about day and night in her heart: "Brother Yun..."