Qinglan walked into the bedroom with the food tray in hand, and looked around to see that there was no one else. Thinking that the prince had gone to bed, she gently put down the things in her hands and walked towards the curtain.
Inside the snow-white curtain, his sleeping face was peaceful. Qinglan clasped her hands together and silently stared at the handsome face that she had been chasing after for countless days. His thick eyelashes were trembling slightly like butterfly wings, and his tall nose and thin lips that were often smiling... But now, they looked so pale and weak.
Qinglan's eyes never blinked, afraid to miss every moment. Perhaps only at such moments could she gaze at him and admire him without hiding the feelings in her eyes.
She slowly stretched out her hand and stopped at his face, not daring to touch it, but just moving along the outline of Ming Yi. Her fingertips were filled with deep and silent affection. Qinglan bit her lip, wanting to tell him that she loved him. Even if he didn't hear it. Her lips slightly opened, and the words choked in her throat, rolling back and forth for a few times before finally swallowing them back.
The pair of clear eyes suddenly opened without warning. Qinglan was startled and quickly retracted his hand, hanging by his side, looking a little embarrassed and at a loss.
He raised his eyes and stared at her, his eyes were as quiet as water. Qinglan was flustered, lowered her head and took a few steps back, meaning that the servant had overstepped her bounds.
Xiao Tong suddenly smiled and said softly, "Qinglan, do you still remember the scene when we first met?"
Qinglan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded. How could she not remember? How could she forget? In his indifferent smile, she seemed to have returned to three years ago.
In the misty April, the sky was still cold and the water was still cold. She was lying in a dilapidated alley with no clothes on. She was shaking all over, feeling deep despair and sadness in her heart, and that's when she met him. Although it was just a trick, the person before said that as long as she begged hard, he would definitely take her back. At that time, she curled up on the ground and looked up at his stunning face and spotless robes, but she couldn't get her dirty hands to climb onto the corner of his clothes. He gave her the feeling of being sacred and inviolable from beginning to end.
But at that moment he squatted down with a smile and stretched out his hand to her.
Xiao Tong smiled and said, "The Qinglan back then and the Qinglan today are two completely different people." He turned his head to look at Qinglan and smiled, "Qinglan, you have been by my side for three years. You are the person I trust the most."
Every word was exceptionally clear, reaching her ears through the gauze curtain. Qinglan's heart skipped a beat, and she felt an indescribable feeling. She didn't dare to meet his gaze, and could only nod her head blindly.
"Qinglan, you are a smart woman. I have always pitied you and regarded you as my confidant..." Xiao Tong said this, and seemed to have no strength left, so he turned his head away and took a deep breath. She lowered her head suddenly, her face cold and wet.
The room was quiet, and she trembled her lips to restrain herself from making any sound. Xiao Tong did not look at her again, but closed his eyes and murmured, "I'm tired, you go down first."
She looked up at his lonely back, her lips moving. Finally, she left. (To be continued)