She shed tears, but said stubbornly: "You, are you enough?"
"..."
Seeing her painful but stubborn eyes, Zhu Feng suddenly felt as if his heart had been pricked by something. He thought it would be painless, but the pain that followed slowly began to spread to his chest. Limbs and limbs.
For a moment, he felt that it was difficult for him to even breathe.
Just seeing her cry, just seeing her in pain, I actually felt pain too.
He gritted his teeth hard.
The fire of karma that originally burned all the strings of reason in my brain was slowly extinguished at this time, and what followed was not only pain, but also an indescribable sadness.
He whispered: "Nanyan..."
And Nan Yan slowly raised her hand, putting her arm across her eyes, as if she couldn't bear to see the miserable state of her body at this moment, and seemed unable to face their still broken relationship at this moment.
Tears kept rolling down, mixing with the blood on her lips.
Miserable and bleak.
Zhu Feng's heart sank even further: "Nanyan."
"..."
"Why are you-"
Obviously, I am the omnipotent ninety-five supreme. Obviously, I can make her life worse than death as long as I move my little finger. It is obviously me who has the upper hand.
Why in the end, she was the one who won
Just watching her cry, he was defeated.
He stretched out one hand to the tear-ridden cheek, as if being scalded by the hot tears, he withdrew his hand, covered her body with some weakness, and buried his face in her neck.
Tears flowed down her cheeks and her slender neck, and seemed to stain his face as well.
The salty taste flowed into his heart all at once.
He let out a long sigh, turned over and lay down beside her, the two of them lay quietly side by side, not saying anything, but there was a bitter taste pervading in the quiet air.
I don't know how long it took before Nan Yan moved the arm over her eyes away.
Under the dim light, there were tears in her eyes, but there was no warmth, let alone emotion.
Even when he spoke, his voice was dry: "It seems that the emperor is enough."
After speaking, she got up.
Zhu Feng didn't move, he just listened to her getting up slowly, and there was a rustling sound in his ear, she was trying to cover up the clothes she had torn, but she couldn't hide it, so Nanyan simply walked to the other side. On one side, he dragged a piece of his own clothes from the hanger and put them on his body.
Wrapped tightly, as if he had wrapped himself in his clothes back then.
Only now, everything has changed.
Nan Yan didn't look back, but said calmly: "If the emperor has no other orders, I will leave."
Sure enough, Zhu Feng didn't speak, and Nan Yan didn't stay there either. She opened the curtain and walked out without looking back.
He heard the sound of the curtain being raised and then lowered.
Once again, the tent fell into a deep silence. It took Zhu Feng a long time before he slowly raised his head, looked at the slightly shaking tent, and listened to the whispered discussions from outside.
And his eyes were deeper and darker than before.
Nanyan...
In Nanyan's stubbornness, there is something more, which was not there in the past.
In the past, he would not have such sensitivity, but this time, he clearly felt that the two of them were once so close, and he could know even the slightest change in her.
(end of this chapter)