The rain was falling gently.
A small glass hydrangea lamp hangs on the eaves, and its dim light falls on the water, reflecting ripples.
In the cold rain, Shen Yan's pair of black eyes were deep and silent, like the dark night outside the eaves.
The wide ivory sleeves with gold threads fluttered past my eyes, and the night wind blew by, bringing with it a hint of coolness.
Song Lingzhi trembled.
The words that fell into my ears were ice-cold, without a trace of warmth.
Shen Yan spoke softly, his eyes no longer fixed on her face.
The dagger reflected the light and shadow with a silver glow, and the bright white light was terrifying.
The woman was still kneeling under the eaves, rain dripping from the corners and hitting her back.
The sound of the kowtows was like the sound of drums, deafening. The sound of the rain was cold, accompanied by the woman's shrill and sharp cries, which was horrible to watch.
"Girl, please save me! Please!"
She struggled to rush through the rain and get in front of Song Lingzhi.
Yue Xu was quick to pull the woman back. The long sword flashed in front of her, not allowing the woman to take even a single step forward.
The sound of rain never stopped, crystal raindrops rolled down, and it seemed that the only voice left in the world was the woman's.
His heart was beating wildly, and Song Lingzhi's eyes suddenly narrowed as he reflected Shen Yan's tall figure. He lowered his head and looked down. The tea in the ice-cracked cup was cooling down, and no one was paying attention to it.
The ivory-white figure passed over the tea table. A palace maid was already waiting under the eaves with an oil-paper umbrella in her hand.
"—Your Highness!"
Suddenly raising his body, Song Lingzhi stretched out his hand and grasped the ivory-white robe. Song Lingzhi bent his knees and half-knelt on the green satin embroidered cushion, his pair of autumn eyes looking up were misty.
Shen Yan turned his head and stared at him, his eyes calm.
"Your Highness."
The fingertips grasping the corner of Shen Yan's robe turned white. Song Lingzhi raised his head, his voice hoarse and dry, "I, I don't want to choose."
The voice was barely audible, and filled with anxiety.
The wind swayed, and the falling raindrops were accompanied by whimpering sounds.
Song Lingzhi inevitably thought of the night in the Summer Resort in her previous life. The sound of rain that night was the same as tonight. After many years, she still could not forget the nightmare shadow that lingered in her heart that night.
The tea she drank at that time was also laced with medicine.
Shen Yan's eyes were indifferent.
"Your Highness, I don't want to choose."
Song Lingzhi repeated it again, his figure falling in the rain, shaky and helpless like a kite with a broken string.
Tears rolled down the corners of Song Lingzhi's eyes, and she looked so pitiful with tears in her eyes.
Shen Yan leaned over and stroked the corners of Song Lingzhi's eyes with his well-proportioned fingers. Crystal tears fell on the green jade ring, making the jade look even more lustrous and delicate.
Shen Yan's face was calm, without any unnecessary emotion.
He looked down at Song Lingzhi in his palm, and tears fell on Shen Yan's fingertips, like the oriole pecking at his fingertips that day.
The force is very light, nothing to be afraid of.
The woman on the platform was still bowing her head, and her crying was gradually getting weaker.
Shen Yan found it quite noisy and turned his head to look sideways, and immediately someone covered the woman's mouth and dragged her out.
Song Lingzhi was terrified. He grabbed Shen Yan's robe and said in a panic, "Your Highness!"
Shen Yan lowered his eyes and glanced indifferently across Song Lingzhi's face.
The rain is gentle, the moss and dew are cold, and the cold rain curtain is revealed by the rustling sound of the wind.
After a while, Song Lingzhi heard Shen Yan's low laugh: "Zhizhi, there won't be a next time."