Liu Yingluo didn't think about him all these years. She thought she had forgotten it, but now she discovered that Lu Sijue, a man, had left a deep imprint on her body and soul that could not be washed away.
.
That's why she felt so uncomfortable when she saw him in Prince Jiuling's Mansion just now, when her hand was held in his big palm.
Seeing that his expression was as usual, it didn't look like he had sex with her at all. It must have been her own dream.
Liu Yingluo felt a little frustrated when she thought that she had such a dream. She turned to look at Xia Xiwan, "It's just a... nightmare, Wanwan, I haven't been sleeping well recently and I often have dreams. Can you give me an injection?"
Adjust it."
So this is ah.
Xia Xiwan thought she was going to know something, and her little heart was still beating wildly. "Okay, Aunt Yingluo, come here and I will take your pulse."
Liu Yingluo walked over and handed her her pulse.
Xia Xiwan felt her pulse, and soon she gently twisted her eyebrows and said, "Aunt Yingluo, your pulse is a bit weak. Are you too tired recently?"
"No," Liu Yingluo shook her head, "I haven't gone out recently, I just sat here drawing and designing."
Except for that night, she couldn't remember how Lu Sijue tormented her in her dream. In short, for a long, long time, she felt sore all over when she woke up in the morning, but after checking, there were no marks on her body. Her skin was delicate, and she had been there when she was young.
When he stayed in Gillian's room, he would always leave traces all over her body, which he could not hide.
Liu Yingluo thought that it was probably because this dream was too long that she felt sore all over when she got up. And the most critical point was... Lu Sijue was dying.
Now Wanwan said that her pulse was weak and she must be tired, but Liu Yingluo herself didn't understand.
"Aunt Yingluo, your pulse is weak. Let's do this. I'll give you an injection and give you some prescriptions. You'll get better soon."
"Okay, thank you Wanwan~"
Xia Xiwan gave Liu Yingluo an injection and then left. Liu Yingluo was packing up her design drawings when a series of melodious cell phone ringtones rang, signaling an incoming call.
Liu Yingluo pressed the button to connect, and a familiar voice soon came from the other end, "Sister, you are finally back."
It’s...Liu Zhaodi, whom I haven’t seen for many years.
Liu Zhaodi, who was far away in the imperial capital, quickly received the news. She knew that Liu Yingluo was back, so she made the call at night.
Liu Yingluo's beautiful apricot eyes said calmly, "You have something to do with me?"
"Actually, there's nothing wrong. But since my sister is back, I should find time to get the divorce certificate with Si Jue as soon as possible. Could it be that... my sister still has nostalgia for Si Jue and wants to get back together?"
"That sister has such a big heart. Si Jue personally killed your daughter. She failed to save her daughter by caesarean section to take the baby. It seems that Si Jue ordered her to be thrown into the trash can.
It’s so pitiful that you can still be with Si Jue after everything is like this?”
Liu Yingluo knew that Liu Zhaodi deliberately provoked her, and she would not be fooled. However, after so many years, thinking of her daughter still made her heart ache like a knife.
She admitted she was stung.
"I will divorce Lu Sijue. Don't call me again in the future." Liu Yingluo hung up the phone directly.
After hanging up the phone, Liu Yingluo thought for a moment, then found Lu Sijue's phone number, and she dialed it directly.