The expression on her beady face looked a little dazed, her hands and feet were cold, her delicate brows gradually wrinkled, and the look between her brows and eyes slowly turned painful.
Zhao Shi's face was flawless, and the tears that fell were fleeting.
The candlelight shining through the lampshade was a little gray. She looked at his tear and thought she had seen it wrong.
Zhao Shi's eyes are particularly beautiful. The ends of the eyes are slightly raised, and the curvature of the eyelids is just right. These dark and quiet eyes seem to be able to speak. There is moist and sticky mist in the moist eyes, like Ji Yi. Broken treasures. The pain in his eyes spread to the depths, suddenly clenching his heart.
He seemed particularly sad.
ZhuZhao Shi had never seen such a painful and sad side, and her blank eyes gradually became clear.
Will he cry? Crying in sadness? No, she doesn't believe it.
Zhu smelled the strong aroma of alcohol on his body. The taste was sweet but not unpleasant. She loosened her clasped fingers, and her back, which was as tight as a bowstring, relaxed.
She knew that when he was drunk, he was really different than usual. He was like an obedient child when he was drunk. He listened to everything she said and obeyed her obediently, which was incredible.
Zhu said: "You drank."
Zhao Shi's voice sounded gentle and soft, and he bowed his head slightly and hummed.
After a while, he raised his face again, with a sad look in his eyes, "Zhuzhu, I had a dream."
Zhu subconsciously avoided, she didn't want to hear a word.
Zhao Shi's knees were pressed against the edge of the bed, and his cold fingers pinched her wrist. His voice was calm, "I thought those were all dreams."
Over the past year, this nightmare has tortured him endlessly. The things he said and done in the dream, as well as his demeanor and expression at the time, became clearer each time.
Zhu instinctively resisted what he was about to say, so she opened his fingers one by one, shook off his hand, looked into his eyes, and said word by word: "Get out, I won't listen. "
Zhao Shi was stubborn. He wanted to ask but didn't dare, "Is it me..."
The rest of the unfinished sentence was stuck in my throat and I couldn't spit it out.
The memory of a lifetime is rushing towards Zhu, and it is always painful to think about it.
Her clear and bright eyes were gradually moistened by water, and a thin layer of red appeared at the end of her eyes. She just curled up and looked at him without saying anything.
The water droplets in her eyes were uncontrollable. Tears getting bigger and bigger slid down the ends of her beautiful eyes and wet her cheeks.
She cried silently, and there didn't seem to be any special emotion in her eyes. There was neither hatred nor pain, but instead a deep boredom.
Even though she didn't say anything, Zhao Shi understood when he saw the tears streaming down her cheeks.
It was so cold that Zhao Shi's hands and feet seemed to be as cold as ice. He raised his pale and slender thumb and touched her face with trembling. He had been writing for many years and there were some thin calluses on his fingertips. He helped her wipe them away. With tears streaming down her face, she squeezed out an extremely painful sentence from her throat, "I don't know."
The moisture in front of him blurred his vision. He slowly straightened up, suppressing the pain in his heart, and slowly said, "I don't believe that I am willing to do that to you."
Is he really willing to give it up? She was clearly someone he had snatched away by any means necessary.
Zhao Shi's face was so painful that his expression became ferocious, and a thin line of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He knelt on her waist and held her face with a pair of trembling hands. It was a rare sight. He panicked, "Does it hurt? Zhuzhu, does it hurt?"
Zhu Zhu didn't want to hear his voice at the moment. To remind her of those memories was to force her to chew on the pain she had experienced.
How would it feel to be killed by him when you loved him the most? Heartbroken.
Zhu glared at him with red eyes, pointing at the door, feeling a little out of control, "Get out, get out."
Zhao Shi hugged her body and whispered in her ear: "I'm sorry."
He lowered his face, showing a very fragile and confused look, and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know how to love people well, but I don't want to let go." His eyes looked aggrieved, and his warm breath brushed her neck. "Zhuzhu, you don't know, once you let go, everything will be gone."
As long as you grasp it in your own hand, you won't lose it.
Zhu's waist was tied up by his hands, her chin just touched his chest, she said nothing. It doesn't make sense to talk to a drunk and crazy person.
Suddenly, there was a chill on the back of Zhu's neck, and crystal clear water drops wet her neck.
Zhu could feel that the man holding her tightly seemed sad, and the silent tears poured down without warning.
She was stunned, her limbs stiff.
She didn't feel much pleasure, and her thoughts became more and more confused. Were these extremely sad tears shed for her? Are his tears real? Is it salty? Is it sweet? Maybe it's bitter.
Zhao Shi drank the daughter's red drink with the strongest stamina tonight, and his head felt dizzy all night, accompanied by pain that was hard to ignore.
Ever since he could remember, he had never shed a tear. I have forgotten what it feels like to cry.
It's bitter.
It is a numbness that cannot be resolved.
Zhu struggled to escape, but couldn't push him away even with both hands and feet. Instead, she was left panting. She was a little tired.
Neither of them spoke anymore.
Zhu was forced to lean against his shoulder, pinching his back with her fingernails, as if she wanted to vent all these extreme pains to him at once.
Hong Ling found that the lights in Zhu's room were still on, so she put on a coat and knocked on the door. She opened her mouth and was about to make a sound when the door was gently opened by someone. A cold-faced man wearing a white shirt, his eyes The tail is rendered with a thin red color, cold and noble.
Hong Ling's eyes widened, wondering when he appeared quietly in Zhu's room.
She poked her head and looked inside. Zhao Shi only opened a small crack in the door, and his tall and thin body blocked her view.
Zhao Shi said: "She is asleep."
Hongling lowered her voice and asked, "Why are you here?!"
Zhao Shi lowered his eyes and glanced at her coldly, "Keep your voice low, don't disturb her."
After saying that, the man closed the door and continued to shut her out.
Hong Ling raised her fist and wanted to continue knocking on the door, but she was worried and endured it. This man is really too sneaky! It's so shameless to actually enter Zhu's bedroom in the middle of the night.
While she was scolding, she hoped that Zhu would marry a good man quickly in the future, and she would be so angry with this man who had always been in trouble and abandoned her so shamelessly.
Zhao Shi had sobered up for the most part, and the woman on the bed was already asleep, her breathing was steady, and the water droplets hanging on her eyelashes seemed to be stained with the morning mist. The eyelashes are long and thick, and the eyes spread out like butterfly wings.
She didn't seem happy when she was sleeping. She curled up and hid under the covers to find a sense of security.
Zhao Shi had a severe headache and drank two glasses of water to suppress his drunkenness.
He thought of the hatred flashing in her eyes, the coldness of her refusing to say a word to him, and the pain in his chest became more profound.
Zhao Shi wiped away the wet marks on her face with his fingers, and fixed his eyes on her eyebrows. She had cried tonight, and her eyes would definitely be swollen tomorrow.
Zhao Shi couldn't sleep because his eyes hurt so much that he couldn't stand it.
When she woke up in the morning, her head was confused when she opened her eyes. She slowly sat up from the bed, only to realize that Zhao Shi had not left last night.
"woke up."
Zhu looked at him with sober eyes. He must have sobered up from the wine.
Zhao Shi said again: "I asked you to make porridge."
Zhu put on her clothes silently, tied her belt, and got out of bed without saying a word. When her feet landed, her head felt a little dizzy. Zhao Shi held her arm, "Would you like to sleep a little longer?"
Zhu said: "No ."
Zhao Shi didn't sleep all night, and the bloodshot eyes looked scary. He slowly let go of his fingers and let go of her.
Zhu Anjing drank the porridge in front of her and filled her stomach. She raised her head and looked at the man sitting opposite her.
Zhao Shi pinched his fingers, feeling extremely nervous and his back was straight. He asked, "What's wrong?"
Looking at the scabbed wound on his forehead, Zhu Zhu felt that there was no ups and downs in his heart. This wound did not hinder his physical appearance, but made him see more fragmentation that he usually didn't have.
Her eyes were empty, and she asked: "Do you remember what you said last night?"
Zhao Shi swallowed and his voice was dry: "Yeah."
Zhu nodded as if nothing had happened. After saying oh, she lowered her face and asked him: "Since you are sorry for me, can you let Weichi go?"
Zhao Shi remained calm on the surface, frowning as if he was considering it seriously, but his heart was torn apart.
He didn't answer for a long time, "Do you want me to beg you?" She said seriously again: "Your Highness, I beg you."
Zhao Shi lowered his eyes to cover his blood-red eyes, "You eat first."
"I'm done eating."
"Eat more ."
Zhu didn’t move, she really couldn’t eat anymore.
Zhao Shi took a deep breath and said, "Smile at me."
Zhu couldn't do such a simple request. She looked at Zhao Shi's face and tried very hard to smile at him, but she really couldn't.
Can't even act.
The sunlight outside the door reflected on her face, reflecting her clean face.
The sunshine was gentle and gorgeous, and the weather was fine, just like the day he first came to see her.
Zhu twitched the corners of his mouth, his smile was very stiff.
Zhao Shi said hoarsely: "It looks good, please smile more in the future."
Zhu didn't listen carefully to what he said, and didn't care what he was thinking. She couldn't wait to ask: "So have you let him go?"
Zhao Shi swallowed his bitterness and spat out a good word.
As soon as he finished speaking, he added: "I will send a carriage to pick you up the day after tomorrow in the capital."
Zhao Shi's expression at this time was gentle, and his voice did not sound oppressive. He continued, "Zhuzhu, you hold his life in your hands."
"Take your time and think about whether you want to go with me."
"I don't want to force you anymore, but I really have no choice."
She had become his weak spot, and his ribs were so painful.