Not to mention, the bed she was lying on now had curtains woven with top-grade heavenly silk. The thin blanket on her body and the bedding underneath her clearly had no spirit-gathering arrays engraved on them. But when she slept on them, she could feel the spiritual energy continuously flowing into her body, and it was of a gentle and pure kind that did not cause any harm to her body.
Xi Yue slowly sat up from the bed, looked around again, and frowned slightly.
It was indeed not her illusion. The room was obviously decorated luxuriously and elegantly. Every detail was exquisite and the room was spotless. However, it gave her a cold and even lonely feeling.
She was about to reach out and push aside the bed curtains and sit up from the bed when she heard a deep male voice, "Awake?"
Xi Yue's whole body trembled violently. She even forgot to be shocked. The voice suddenly sounded so close to her, but she was not startled because the voice was too familiar.
She was so familiar with him that everything about him had already been integrated into her soul and was deeply engraved.
Just two simple syllables were enough to make her blood boil.
Xi Yue stood up suddenly and rushed towards the direction where the sound came from at almost a sprint speed.
A pair of crystal-clear bare feet like lotus jade stepped on the cold blue brick floor, but she was unaware of it.
The layers of curtains were drawn aside, and the tall figure of a man not far away came into view.
The man was wearing a moon-white robe and standing with his hands behind his back. The curtains were lifted up and then dropped down layer by layer, bringing the man's back closer and closer.
The lonely figure standing there like a bamboo standing proudly in the frost was so familiar, so familiar that Xi Yue's eyes instantly turned red and moist.
She always felt that the person had disappeared for a long time.
Without his affectionate gaze, without his tolerant and doting smile, without his low and gentle words, when she woke up in the middle of the night, she always felt so cold that her heart was torn apart by pain.
Xi Yue pushed aside the door curtain made of crystal beads with trembling hands, and a hoarse voice filled with endless longing and pain escaped from her lips, "Nangong..."
Before the last word "Yu" was uttered, the man in front had already turned around.
At first, Xi Yue did not see the man’s face, but met a pair of eyes as dark as ink.
Quiet, indifferent, and cold, as if the coldness could not be melted even for thousands of years.
Xi Yue's call was stuck in her throat. The burning passion in her eyes that could melt people's hearts seemed to be extinguished by the ice water poured over her head.
It wasn't him, it wasn't Nangong Yu, it wasn't the man she loved. Her Yu never looked at her with such eyes.
After hope comes deeper despair.
Endless pain, longing and unwillingness surged into my heart, and I could no longer hold back the tears that welled up in my eyes.
Xi Yue clutched her chest tightly, the suffocating pain making her body tremble slightly.
Crystal tears slid across her face like beads that had broken off a string, and fell drop by drop onto the cold bluestone floor.
Ji Mingyu watched her expression change from ecstasy, anxiety, and anticipation to sadness, disappointment, and pain. While he was confused, he also felt his heart twitching with inexplicable pain.
When I saw that delicate and beautiful little face covered with tears, my hands and feet suddenly became stiff, and the pain in my heart became more obvious, mixed with a bit of panic. (To be continued)