Situ Mengyao half knelt on the ground, she felt that her heart had been washed completely cold, numb and chaotic.
She doesn't like him? If she didn't like him, why would she marry him? If she doesn't like him, why is she always sad for him all these years? If she doesn't like her, can she be the fourth imperial concubine without complaint
Tears blurred her vision and streamed down her cheeks.
Ye Feixu had never seen her cry, and he couldn't bear to watch her.
He turned his eyes to the side and smiled coldly: "I indulge you time and time again, but let you, do you know that my heart is also made of meat, I will be sad and I will be sad too."
Situ Mengyao stared at him, her voice choked up: "Then why do you never consider my feelings? Don't I feel sad, am I not sad?"
"Am I not good enough for you?!" Ye Feixu looked at her coldly, and growled, "I never forced you, I even waited for you to forget that man, you want me to do it to what extent?"
"What man? Tell me clearly!" Something flashed through Situ Mengyao's mind, and she finally grasped the key point.
Ye Feixu's expression was almost distorted, and he looked at her viciously: "You know what kind of man you are, why do you still ask me after you have carried his token for so many years?"
"Token? What token?" Situ Mengyao looked at him inexplicably.
Seeing Ye Feixu staring at the broken jade butterfly on the ground, she reached out and said, "Didn't you give this to me?"
Ye Feixu froze for a moment, his eyes showed a complex look of surprise, astonishment, joy and so on.
Ye Feixu looked at her blankly: "Why should I give you this?"
Under Ye Feixu's gaze, Situ Mengyao's heart beat wildly.
She bravely met his gaze, and said in an extremely slow voice: "This is the first and only gift you gave me."
Ye Feixu didn't speak, but just stared at her for a long, long time, his lips trembling inexplicably: "So I asked you before, who gave you the gift, and you said... is the most important thing in your life?" that person."
Situ Mengyao took a deep breath and said firmly, "That person is you."
Ye Feixu was stunned, his dark eyes flashed with disbelief, he wanted to laugh but couldn't.
Situ Mengyao suddenly remembered that night, when he asked who gave her the token, she said this sentence jokingly, it seemed that something was wrong with him since then.
Ye Feixu patted his forehead with some annoyance: "I never gave you such a thing."
"I thought it was from you."
"Whatever I give you, you return."
Situ Mengyao frowned: "Every time you go to drink flower wine and come back, you will give me something, how can I accept it?"
Ye Feixu hesitated for a long time, and said bitterly: "When you went back to your mother's house, your cousin hugged you, I saw it."
Situ Mengyao looked at him in astonishment: "My cousin..."
Ye Feixu asked, "Don't you like him?"
Situ Mengyao is in a mess now, she doesn't know how things turned out like this. She still patiently explained: "My cousin and I are childhood sweethearts, he may like me a little..."
Ye Feixu looked a little excited: "He has not married for many years because of you!"
Situ Mengyao shook her head: "I don't know. He has been in the south of the Yangtze River for so many years, and I have not heard from him for a long time. The time I went back to my mother's house was the last time I saw him. I have no right to interfere if he likes me or not, but I never liked him."
Because I have identified you, there is no one else in my eyes.
Ye Feixu was mostly sober at the moment, he scratched his head: "You are always upset, isn't it because of him? You are always impatient to talk to me, isn't it because of him?"
Situ Mengyao looked at him, tears could not stop falling down, she suddenly felt that the cold war for so many years was a joke.
"It's you who sleeps in flowers and willows, it's you who doesn't come home at night, it's you who speaks sarcasticly to me..." Situ Mengyao felt her heart ache and huddled tightly into a ball.
The following words could hardly be said, and Ye Feixu didn't let her continue.
He sealed her lips with a kiss, and gently kissed away the tears on her face.
He always thought that she had another man in her heart, so he went to check that person, everything about him, the gifts he gave her, the poems he wrote to her, and the evidence that he liked her.
He kept chilling her and leaving him alone, and when he finally learned to please her, she was disappointed in him and ignored him, and then he also began to feel disheartened.
It turns out that opening up your heart is like this, as if the world suddenly brightens up.
Later, he hugged her and whispered softly in her ear: "Meng Yao, I want a child so much, I always thought you were unwilling."
Situ Mengyao covered her eyes with her hands, and tears flowed from her fingers. She just cried and kept crying.
Seven years of grievances, seven years of sadness, she dare not tell anyone, and no one has shared her suffering.
"It's my fault, don't cry anymore..." He clumsily coaxed her, and the kiss fell gently again, lingering and jerky.
It was snowing outside again, and Ouyang Liuyun, who was squatting in the corner, was almost frozen. He retreated back to the house after listening to the whole story.
He shook his head helplessly, it was strange that the two of them had misunderstood for seven years for such an easy thing to say.
But when he thought about it again, Ye Feixu could count the number of times he went home in a year with two hands.
He sighed deeply again.
It was dawn and the snow stopped.
The sun was shining warmly on the earth, reflecting the bright light.
Because of the strong suggestion of Ouyang Liuyun and the two little buns, a hot pot was made early in the morning to eat tomato noodles.
A table of people surrounded the table, eating noodles happily and contentedly.
Ye Feibai picked up the noodles, scooped up the soup, put it in a small bowl and served it to Su Ying, saying softly, "Eat more."
Su Ying glanced at him with a smile, and took the bowl.
Seeing that Ye Feixu and Situ Mengyao hadn't appeared yet, Su Ying lowered her voice and said to Ouyang Liuyun, who was eating Zhengxiang, "You won't lock the two of them in now, will you?"
Before Ouyang Liuyun answered, Su Xiaorui's eyes lit up: "Did Uncle Ouyang lock the fourth uncle and the fourth god in the room to give birth to a little sister?"
Su Ying burst out laughing.
Ouyang Liuyun almost choked himself, he reached out and patted Su Xiaorui on the head: "Actually, it's almost the same."
Ouyang Liuyun quickly explained again: "Sister-in-law, don't wrong me. I have unlocked their door long ago. It's because they are too affectionate to get up together."
Su Ying froze for a moment: "You mean the two of them...reconciled?"