It was late at night, Feng Weihuan was tossing and turning, and could not sleep with his eyes open.
In the dark room, with no one else but her, she could unscrupulously cut open and see her truest self.
She had understood her feelings for Nanming since that time in the valley.
However, even if you understand some things, you can only pretend not to understand them.
When she came back from the palace that day, she had a big quarrel with her mother-in-law. In addition to what she said on her lips, she also felt depressed in her heart about not being able to be with the person she liked.
She is not a scheming person.
Crying in front of Nan Ming, she also had some small thoughts in hoping that he could comfort her - but these small thoughts were too disgusting and she didn't want to admit it.
He said "we are friends", which just gave her an excuse not to let go.
She deceived herself and told herself that she and him were just friends. It was normal for friends to write letters and send New Year gifts to each other.
She didn't go too far.
She will not disturb Nanming and the people he likes.
But no, men and women cannot be intimate after all.
Since she had serious thoughts about him, she really shouldn't take the opportunity to meet him again.
Really, really we shouldn’t meet.
Cut off this relationship that should never have started, and then find a man she will like.
She will definitely find it.
Feng Weihuan felt a stuffy feeling in his heart and a very sore nose.
She understands the truth, and it is not difficult to make up her mind. But why does she feel so uncomfortable when she thinks about having nothing to do with Nanming anymore?
The more I thought about it, the more panicked I became, and the tears fell uncontrollably.
She pulled up the quilt, buried her head in it and cried.
The more I cry, the sadder I feel. The more I cry, the more I feel that I have no hope of life.
Why, before she feels the joy of being with someone she likes, she has to bear the sadness of losing the person she likes?
Why...wuwuwu——
*
The result of crying for a long time was that the next day my eyes were swollen like walnuts and I couldn't go out to see people.
While Qiqiao rolled the egg on her princess's face, she felt more and more that what Kang Chuwu said last night made sense.
Isn’t he just a man? So what if he takes back the palace?
Nothing in the world is as important as the happiness of her princess!
After exhaling a breath, Qiqiao's heart connected with Kang Chuwu's, forming a concentric circle.
*
Mulanfang, Nanfu.
Shuangjiang rushed into the house with lingering fear, but had not yet fully recovered.
The secret guards in Prince Yan's Mansion were so powerful that he was almost discovered even though he was so far away. If the young prince hadn't suddenly run out and attracted the attention of those people, he would have died today.
Could he please stop carrying out such dangerous missions...
But he could only think about this thought secretly and said that he definitely could not express it out loud.
After he completely calmed down, he knocked on the door of Nanming's study.
"Come in." Nan Ming was practicing calligraphy.
"Reporting to the young master, Princess Changle was in a bad mood last night after she returned. She seemed to have been crying for half the night..." Shuang Jiang said bravely.
"Seems like?" Nan Ming threw the pen onto the inkstone with a serious look on his face.
"Princess Changle cried for half the night." Shuangjiang corrected him immediately, but as soon as the words came out, he felt it was inappropriate and immediately added: "I found it when her maid was boiling eggs this morning."
"Get out." Nan Ming said coldly.
The frost fell like a blanket of amnesty and disappeared quickly.
In the room, Nan Ming frowned, his eyes full of annoyance.
He coaxed her so carefully and hurt her, but it still made her sad. Damn it.
