Wen Qiyu really lost to her. He sighed and admitted, "I asked Mrs. Shen to make this specially for you."
As he spoke, he took the porcelain bottle over, took some ointment from it and applied it to her face with gentle movements.
Qingcheng looked at the man so close in front of her and felt as if her heart had skipped a few beats.
She forgot to hide for a moment and just froze, letting him apply the medicine to her until Wen Qiyu stopped.
Only then did Qingcheng react. She stepped back in a panic and asked: "You...why did you do this?"
Wen Qiyu placed the bottle of ointment on the small machine beside the bed, looked at her and asked, "What do you think it is for?"
How could Qingcheng know why? She lowered her eyes and made random guesses, feeling a little at a loss.
Wen Qiyu felt a little distressed when he saw her like this. He held her arm and pulled her over, hooked her chin to make her look at him, and then asked: "What kind of man am I in your heart?"
Qingcheng blinked and said nothing. She couldn't tell what kind of man Wen Qiyu was.
At first, she thought he was rude and frivolous.
But after getting to know him slowly, she discovered that he was actually a rare and decent man.
Although she stayed by his side as a maid, he never regarded her as a servant, and he never asked about her past.
He gave her enough respect, and he was different from the men he had seen.
After thinking about it, Qingcheng finally gave him an answer: "You are a good person."
Wen Qiyu's eyebrows moved, as if he was not satisfied with her answer: "Just a good person? Not a beloved person who can stay with him for life?"
Qingcheng was stunned. He would be a lifelong lover, but he would not be her husband. She broke away from Wen Qiyu's hand and said, "Do you have anything else? If not, I will rest."
Hearing her words, Wen Qiyu looked slightly unhappy, but he also knew that there was no need to rush.
This woman is too defensive. She has not yet come out of the shadow of the past, so how can she accept him?
However, he can wait.
Wen Qiyu took a deep breath, stood up and said, "Remember to take the medicine."
He turned around to leave when he heard Qingcheng's voice coming from behind: "Thank you, I will make good use of the ointment."
Wen Qiyu paused, turned around and smiled at Qingcheng, with a gentle voice: "Have a good rest."
After leaving these words, he walked out.
After the door closed, Qingcheng let out a long sigh of relief.
She picked up the porcelain bottle placed on the small machine and stroked it gently. The hard corner of her heart seemed to have cracked.
From the moment she entered the Palace of Fire, she vowed never to trust a man again, but Wen Qiyu seemed different from other men.
Can she trust him?
she does not know!
...
It was already afternoon when Mu Yunan and Xiao Chengyi came out of the Regent's Palace.
Although the Prince Regent's Mansion has many memories of their past, it is a bit deserted after all. You must know that the Shen Mansion now has a large family living there, and it is very lively. It is more like a home.
Mu Yun'an and Xiao Chengyi went out and were about to get in the carriage when they saw someone limping over. The person knelt down in front of them. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a girl.