Nan Yan was taken aback.
She stretched out her hand in amazement, only to realize that a tear had dripped down unconsciously in her eyes.
"how-?"
She was a little at a loss looking at the wetness on her fingertips, but with just such a light touch, more and more tears, like broken beads, fell down.
how come
She was more and more at a loss, and raised her hand to wipe her cheek with the back of her hand, but she couldn't stop the tears from flooding.
how come
While wiping the tears on her face, she asked herself at a loss - how could it be
Why are you still crying
It was obviously "broken", even if the knife hadn't been given away, it had a completely different meaning to her, and she had already made up her mind that no matter what happened to Zhu Feng or Feng Qianyan, she just had to be herself.
Made the old Si Nanyan.
Even though that Si Nanyan was lonely and destitute, his heart was strong.
She has clearly made up her mind, but why is she still crying
Seeing her so helpless, and even wiping her tears clumsily, Ran Xiaoyu couldn't help it, she reached out to stop Nanyan, took out a handkerchief, and gently wiped her cheek: "Your Majesty, it's all right gone."
"..."
"It's okay, everything will be fine."
Nan Yan looked at her for a long while and smiled sadly.
It turns out that there are some things that can only be said to oneself, and can only lie to oneself.
Even if she was so stubborn and resolute in front of everyone, she wanted to make a break, but in the end, the one who really hurt her heart was herself.
Those days of walking on the blade, those days that were the most difficult and survived bit by bit, others do not know, and Zhu Feng has already forgotten.
Only she still remembers and misses it.
That is the loneliest memory in the whole world.
Sensing that Ran Xiaoyu was still wiping away tears for her, Nan Yan smiled, reached out to cover her hand, and shook her head: "I'm fine."
"Ma'am..."
"I'm really fine."
She smiled while talking, walked slowly back to the fire and sat down, looking at the burning flames, she said calmly: "All the tenderness is given by him, and he will take it away." , just take it away."
"..."
"I do not care."
"..."
"I do not care… "
Seeing her dazed look, Ran Xiaoyu was speechless, so he could only sit beside her and accompany her quietly.
The night gradually deepened.
The emperor and empress had quieted down, and all the concubines returned to their tents, and these low-level court ladies and eunuchs didn't even have a place to shelter from the wind and rain, so they could only sleep outside.
Fortunately, Ran Xiaoyu carried a piece of suede with her.
Although Nan Yan didn't know why she was carrying this thing, she hadn't seen it before, but after she met Ye Zheng, she had it.
She didn't ask too many questions.
The two of them lay on their sides, and after a while, they heard Ran Xiaoyu's breathing became even and heavy.
she fell asleep.
But Nanyan kept her bright and somewhat hollow eyes wide open.
The surrounding bonfires had been gradually extinguished, and in the dim light, she stroked the dagger with one hand.
The rough pattern on it is already very familiar, as if engraved on her heart.
But she still caressed gently over and over again.
At this time, the time of the child is coming.
Nan Yan turned her head to look at Ran Xiaoyu behind her, she was already sound asleep, and everyone around her was also asleep.
She got up cautiously, and walked towards the dense forest beside her.
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